Law Enforcer's Handbook

Chapter 33 There is a ghost in my heart (addition for the leader)

"I saw it upstairs before. You treat everyone very kindly, and you don't look down on us like everyone else."

After hearing the reason for the little boy, Song Lan couldn't help feeling sad.

What kind of environment did this child live in before, so that he could be regarded as a role model for learning because of such a trivial matter?
Song Lan admits that he is usually kind to others, but that is only because he is too lazy to quarrel with others, so once he meets someone who is stubborn, he will usually turn to support the other person's idea "Yes, you are right, I support you".

Don't underestimate these words, they are the trump card to quell disputes in daily life.

But then, he made a rather horrifying discovery.

The kid was obviously talking about comforting the refugees in the big conference room, but he was sure that the kid was definitely not in the big conference room at the time.

Although he may not be able to remember the faces of all the refugees, he is not so forgetful that he can even forget whether there are children in the meeting room.

Similarly, when the new Chief Prosecutor stormed into the large meeting room looking for someone, the child was not there.

Combined with the other party's behavior of following her all the way, and the unreasonable coldness, Song Lan couldn't help but came up with an idea.

This little boy, could it be...

ghost.

And, the "goods" that the Foster family is looking for.

When these two identities were combined, Song Lan felt that the matter could be explained.

"Big brother, I will come to you again."

The little boy's eyes were firm, "I have a reason to become stronger."

After all, he didn't give Song Lan any time to explain, he just dodged into the green bushes next to him, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Song Lan waited for a while before approaching the green belt, pulling away the branches and leaves in fear.

Behind the branches and leaves is soil, and further ahead is the wall surrounding the compound. In order to prevent criminals from climbing over the wall and entering the compound, a power grid is installed on the wall.

He couldn't find a physical explanation for the boy's disappearance.

Song Lan didn't say anything, but just got on the bicycle silently.

It seems that there is one more thing after returning home today:

In 2166, have there been any haunted events?
Only on this issue, there is no difference between 2166 and 2020. There are different opinions on the Internet, and without exception, the discussion has gradually changed from a discussion with a scientific spirit to a ghost story telling contest. Can't wait to share my freshly made up ghost story with others.

The result was that not only did Song Lan not find any scientific evidence to support the existence of ghosts, but she was also startled several times by the ghost stories.

At 08:30, the sky in District [-] had completely darkened, and the window of the living room was pitch black. Even with the headlights in the living room turned on, Song Lan still couldn't feel any sense of security.

A thunderstorm streaked across the night sky, and the torrential rain fell without warning.

The sound of the door opening made Song Lan jump up from the sofa holding the tablet.

"I'll go back... what's the matter with you?"

Lu Xiang who entered the door looked at Song Lan suspiciously. She saw the tablet computer in Song Lan's hand. He rarely came to the living room to surf the Internet.

Every time I clicked on the browsing history of his computer and tablet, it was completely cleaned up.

"Oh, Director, you came back just in time, and you came back very well!"

……

10 minute later.

"You said, you were frightened by horror movies and ghost stories?"

Lu Xiang was a little speechless. She saw Song Lan's neurotic look just now, and thought something serious had happened.

She really didn't know what to say about Song Lan.

As a law enforcement officer, not only did he watch movies at work, but he was also frightened by the virtual scenes in the movie, and he would comfort her when she got home from get off work.

"There really are ghosts in this world, right?"

Seeing that the atmosphere had arrived, Song Lan raised the question in his heart at the right time.

For this problem, he had to "confess" the fact that he used his working hours to watch ghost movies.

But the truth is, he watches funny movies when he goes to work, and the thunder and knocking on the door won't scare him off the couch, the reason he's acting nervous is to make the question seem natural Some.

He now has several pressing issues that need to be addressed.

Where did that little boy come from, where is he going, and...

Will you peek at him taking a shower?

"There are no ghosts in this world."

Lu Xiang's tone was very affirmative, "All the haunting incidents are man-made."

Speaking of this, Lu Xiang hesitated to speak, but seeing Song Lan's pale face, she finally sighed and said, "Do you still remember the third assessment standard I mentioned to you before?"

"remember."

"The coalition government calls it psychic power. It is a kind of innate spiritual power. Among those who have psychic power, some people can make people see illusions that do not exist. The currently known large They are responsible for some of the hauntings.

"The reason why I don't want to mention this to you is that I don't want you to search for anything related to spiritual power. To stimulate spiritual power, you need to experience unimaginable pain. Most personalities will also be distorted, and there are a large number of criminal gangs on the Internet who take advantage of people's ignorance of psychic powers and trick them into being guinea pigs."

After speaking, Lu Xiang picked up the spoon in front of Song Lan and handed it to the latter. In order to prevent Song Lan from being deceived, she decided to explain it to him once and for all, "If you are really interested... Take it."

Song Lan complied.

"focus."

"Ah."

"Then try to change its shape."

"Hey—!"

Song Lan clasped his hands together, his movements were as quick as a Kung Fu master, and he slammed the spoon tightly against his thigh, as if he had tried his best.

But did not skimp.

Lu Xiang's face was uncertain, she took advantage of Song Lan's inattention and twisted the back of her hand to keep herself from laughing out loud.

Why is this Song Lan funnier than the comedians on TV?

"I'm asking you to use your consciousness to change its shape."

"Consciousness?" Song Lan expressed disbelief, "How could this be possible?"

"This shows that you have not been stimulated to the potential of psionic energy."

Lu Xiang said in a natural tone, "You may never use this knowledge for the rest of your life, so forget it after hearing it—psychic energy will appear in three different forms in the early stages, and the assessment agency calls them destruction, interference and Support, they will be rated on breaking the spoon, bending the spoon, or restoring the spoon, and these three determine the future direction of the ability."

Speaking of this, Song Lan understood.

In other words, he should have skipped the initial stage by now.

"Don't think about it, there will be no ghosts here."

"I can rest assured that."

Song Lan changed the topic, "You've worked hard these past few days, I specially roasted beef brisket for you today to improve your meals."

He served the beef brisket that had been stewed all night, and served Lu Xiang a bowl of white rice.

By the way, he quietly took a spoon from the kitchen counter.

"I'm going to pack up my things, call me when you're done eating."

"Ah."

……

Going back to the room and locking the door, Song Lan took out the spoon and placed it in front of her.

Destroy, disrupt, support.

He was also a little curious about which of the three his abilities belonged to.

He slowly closed his eyes, and Lu Xiang's instructions seemed to echo in his ears:

focus.

Try changing its shape.

When he opened his eyes again, the spoon in his hand was nowhere to be seen.

No bending, no breaking, and no staying put.

With the help of the moonlight coming in from the window, Song Lan saw the grayish-white dust scattered in his room.

These fine dusts fell on the bed and the floor, and then merged with the whole room, never to be found again.

　Thanks to the lord of the demon death!One more chapter will be added today, and the remaining 9 more will be added after they are released!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)