what the hell is

The main targets of the murderer are gangsters who dropped out of school, children without adult supervision, foreigners who wandered alone in the local area, and so on. Execution on the chair.According to the murderer, before the execution, he made everyone who was about to die stay absolutely awake, watched them scream or beg, and drove nails into their brains little by little.

It's a pervert!This is the motivation of the police internally to identify the murderer in this case.

But Ma Danlong didn't see it that way. He carefully took off the long black nail and wrapped it in a handkerchief.Say to the captain of the criminal police, do you know what this is?The captain shook his head.Ma Danlong said, this is called soul splitting needle.Insert it into the head to purify the soul.It is to draw out the three souls and seven souls of a person from the body.Where did it lead to, Ma Danlong guessed that the murderer must have a magic weapon to hold the soul, such as a gourd, a box and the like.The captain of the criminal police had never been exposed to such an incident, and he was a little stupid, and asked the murderer why he did this.

Ma Danlong said, if my guess is correct, this murderer must be a member of the evil sect. His tactics may not be very clever, but his actions are extremely cruel and vicious.After he draws out the human soul, he needs to condense it, or use the soul to refine magic weapons, or use it to make little ghosts.All in all, it's all sorcery, very evil.

The most important thing now is to find the magic weapon used by the murderer to conceal his soul.This kind of magic weapon is too harmful to Yin and morality, and it is against the harmony of heaven, and it contains at least dozens of souls, leaving it in the world to cause endless harm.

The captain of the criminal police and Ma Danlong are old friends, they have solved some strange cases together, and they have no doubts in him.Immediately dispatch a detachment to thoroughly investigate the murderer's home.Of course, the reason for this mystery cannot be explained to outsiders.The captain just told his subordinates to find a container, maybe a gourd or something else.I would rather miss it than let it go.For three whole days, the containers and other items dug out from his house were piled up all over the floor, and Ma Danlong checked them one by one.The policeman said with a bitter face, we have dug out all the mouse holes, and there must be no more.

Ma Danlong thought about it, for such an important thing, the murderer would definitely keep it secret so that no one would find out.He asked the captain to arrange for him to visit the prison in person and communicate with the murderer face to face.

Hearing this, I asked eagerly, "Did he say it?"

Ma Danlong took a sip of tea and smiled wryly: "I didn't say anything. He ignored me."

"Then, did you find the container containing the soul?" I asked.

Ma Danlong's eyes were a little confused: "I found it, but I didn't find it. I thought this mystery would never be solved."

I yelled anxiously: "What's going on?"

Ma Danlong sat in a different position, looked at the branches swaying in the night wind outside the window, and said quietly: "The murderer surnamed Qian, the container he used to hold his soul is actually those paintings!"

Hearing this, I was dumbfounded, isn't this Brother Peng? ! **.

Ma Danlong said that the discovery of this incident was also very coincidental.When he arrived there, he stayed in the guest house of the Public Security Bureau.The case came to light and was closed.For some purpose, the murderer used the soul-dividing needle to obtain the details of the soul, which was sealed in the file and could not be made public, for fear of causing bad influence.Ma Danlong was about to leave too. In the middle of the night, he sorted out the case information in the guest house, and then lay down to sleep.

The stack of hell paintings was placed by the bedside.

Sleeping until midnight, suddenly a bell rang, and Ma Danlong sat up suddenly.What rang was the soul bell he carried with him. This bell is the most sensitive, and it can make a crisp sound when it encounters evil things.

He looked at the dark room vigilantly, but he couldn't feel the existence of evil spirits.Just as he was wondering, he suddenly smelled a sticky smell, and when he looked up, the painting on the bedside suddenly ignited spontaneously without fire, crackling and burning.

The corner of Ma Danlong's mouth twitched twice. Although he didn't know what happened, he vaguely felt that there must be something wrong here.He hurriedly got out of bed, picked up the slippers, and whipped the flames on the paintings.

It’s okay not to smoke, Ma Danlong told me, suddenly a face appeared in his mind!It was a man's face with a wide mouth, and his facial features were extremely distorted by pain.That big mouth is a big black hole, and the whole face looks like a stick figure drawn out of graffiti.

This face completely occupied Ma Danlong's mind, no matter whether he closed his eyes or opened his eyes, it couldn't disappear at all.And this face also conveyed an emotion of extreme grief and anger.What can a person encounter to exude such terrible resentment, that kind of evil, that kind of poison, that kind of hatred can swallow up all the good things in the world like an ocean.

What is Ma Danlong doing? Going to the underworld is like going to the old man's house.If this kind of femininity invaded an ordinary person, the result would be neither death nor madness.And he was very calm, bit the tip of his tongue, and roared: "Broken."

The strange face disappeared instantly.He looked at the stack of burning paintings, with cold sweat on his forehead.Because the strange face just came out of the painting.What frightened him the most was that he knew this face. He had seen this face when looking through the case files. It was a victim who died at the hands of the murderer.

Those paintings were burning one by one, and every time a piece was burned, a dead soul was released. The soul struggled for a moment and then disappeared in a flash, dissipating invisibly.

The room in the guest house was suddenly full of ghosts and shadows, the light bulbs flickered and hissed.Ma Danlong has been in the rivers and lakes for so many years, and he thinks he has seen many strange and evil things, but he has never encountered such a dangerous and weird situation today.He stood in the middle of the room, not daring to move, and after an unknown amount of time, the souls of the dead disappeared, the paper was burned to nothing, and before he knew it, his back was soaked.

How all of this is going on, he still hasn't figured it out.The soul-dividing needle was inserted into the back of the head, and the ghost came out. It seemed that the ghost painting was introduced step by step. The key question is, what is this person doing?It is definitely not right to condense the soul, these souls have already been wiped out, let alone training the little devil.

Ma Danlong felt unbelievable, and could only infer that it was a very mysterious and sinister sorcery, and it was related to the underworld.But if you continue to think about it, you have come to a dead end, there must be some joints in it, you don't know.

He hurriedly called the captain of the criminal police, wanting to meet the murderer again.The captain of the criminal police's tone was very unusual, old horse, just now, the murderer died in the detention center.

This kid surnamed Qian stayed up in the middle of the night, sitting cross-legged on the bunk and meditating.According to the inmates in the detention center, this person is usually gloomy, he doesn't like to talk, and his eyes are so vicious that he looks like a gangster. Even the prison bullies dare not mess with him.He meditated late at night, and no one dared to disturb him. The prisoner sleeping next to him accidentally touched his hand, which was cold.Trembling and touching his nose again, he was no longer panting.

Such a big living person died silently in the detention center.After forensic identification, it was a sudden myocardial infarction.And this kid usually has no heart problems at all. Although his body is thin, he is absolutely healthy. There must be something wrong here.

In view of the evil nature of this case, it can only be closed hastily, leaving an unsolved case.

Speaking of this, Ma Danlong told me that this matter has always been a lump in his heart. He searched all the classics, but found no relevant records.I thought this would become an eternal mystery, but a few years later, there was another big brother Peng who behaved very similarly.

According to his deduction, Big Brother Peng and the farmer surnamed Qian used the same spell, which can induce the origin of the soul, and then lock the soul into the painting.But why is the painting just a picture of hell suffering in the underworld?I don't know about this.

My question is, where did Brother Peng get the soul to draw the map of hell?Did he kill someone too?Brother Peng seems to not only be able to condense the soul into the painting, but also my soul is fine, and he can draw the scene of me cooking in the pot in advance, what does this mean?

After talking about this, it was already late at night. Although my heart felt like a big stone was blocked, my eyelids were still filled with lead, and I couldn't open them. I didn't know when I fell asleep.This night, I slept soundly and deeply, but I didn't dream. It's been a long time since I felt like I woke up until dawn.

The next morning, Ma Danlong took me to the bus station, and we shook hands to say goodbye.I asked him for his phone number. There is nothing wrong with making friends with such a stranger.Ma Danlong smiled secretly, saying that we will meet again someday.I asked him if he was going to see Big Brother Peng, Ma Danlong said two words lightly, resigned.

The days gradually calmed down, what strange paintings, corpse autopsies, Brother Peng, everything seemed like a dream.I try to forget about these things and put my energy into work every day.

I am a person who likes to be quiet and doesn't like to make trouble, and I have experienced so many weird and terrifying incidents, I feel really tired, and I just want to live quietly by myself.Li Yang, Tongsuo and the others have approached me several times and wanted to get together, but I politely declined.None of these people are An Sheng's masters. If they get mixed up, they will cause some trouble if they are not kept together.Life is good now, [-] to [-], I don't want to upset the balance.

In my spare time, I still pay attention to Li Yang's stories. He has already become a little famous on the Internet for his weird story posts signed by the Lone Wolf of the Earth, and he can be seen everywhere in forums and blog posts.Many readers are asking whether this story is true or not. Li Yang is playing tricks, saying a lot of specious things, pretending to be a life mentor and spiritual leader, pretending to be a big breaker... I feel itchy, why can he write it? I can't write?I also read Li Yang's writing style. To say that he has a high level of Chinese is an exaggeration.The reason why it is so popular is entirely due to the incredibleness of the events we experience...

After work, I stared at the computer in the office in a daze, registered an id of an "unrestrained programmer" on the forum, organized my thoughts, and began to tell my own story.While I was writing, I had a sweet dream, and the goddess Wang Xue said to me, do you know an author named "Unrestrained Programmer", his writing is so interesting, it is a thousand times better than the lonely wolf of the earth Ten thousand times.I smiled lightly, acted like a wise man, and said that that person was me.With a "wow", she arched her arms into my arms, panting repeatedly, "You are good or bad, you are good or bad."

I slurped all over the table.

the reality is cruel.After writing for a few days, the click rate has increased. Occasionally, a few people who read the post are also sneering and sarcastic. They asked me to go to Babaoshan to recreate it. I still come out to post and tell stories at such a level of nonsense.

I lack interest, and the initial excitement has passed, and the more I write, the more boring I become.This day, I was bored flipping through ghost story posts to relieve my boredom. Li Yang called and told me that Ma Danlong would summon the soul of Li Damin's mother tomorrow, and asked me if I was interested in watching it.

I said no, let's talk.

Li Damin's mother is a dangerous person, don't be too hasty to slash me with a kitchen knife.

Li Yang said with a smile, their family can't thank you enough for coming. Li Damin said that he was able to survive thanks to Liu Yang, saying that you had the grace to save his life.Li Damin's father told me to find you and thank you face to face.

I said no, if you really want to thank me, just help me find a good job in the future.

Li Yang was surprised, isn't your job secure now? Why are you still looking for it?I sighed, the work pressure is too great, don't look at sitting here all day, that is also a task, and I am tired like a dead dog every day.It would be best if you can help me find a job who sits in an office, has high benefits, a clean environment, beautiful women, doesn't work overtime, and leaves early if something happens, and the boss turns a blind eye.

Li Yang laughed and scolded you for dreaming, why don't you die.

I hung up the phone laughing and laughing, I didn't want to mess up, I was still summoning souls, and I wanted to treat me as a ghost boy, there was no way.Anyway, Li Yang wants to write this into the story, if he wants to know what's going on, he can just follow it up.

A few days ago, Wang Xue was transferred to the company's Shanghai headquarters to work. After the goddess left, I looked at the empty desk, and my heart sank.It is said that the people who work in the Shanghai headquarters are all tall, rich and handsome, and they are surrounded by perverts. Wang Xue is so simple, going there is no different from throwing meat buns in the pile of hungry dogs. Thinking about it makes me feel sick.

When it was time to get off work in the evening, I rushed out of the office as soon as possible.A little later, during the rush hour, the elevators in the office building can be blocked.

On a cold winter night, it was getting colder and colder. Wrapped in a padded jacket, I hummed an out-of-key tune and walked towards the bus stop shivering.Just after turning a street, my ears suddenly felt hot, and I felt something was wrong.

Turning around to look, the night market on the street is very lively, and smoke is steaming under the orange street lamps.I looked left and right, wondering if I was nervous for a while.

He took two more steps forward, and for no reason, the hairs on his back stood on end.I turned around again, and this time I saw a black figure standing behind a mala tang stall among the bustling crowd.

Don't ask me why there are so many people, you can keep an eye on him.It's definitely a strong feeling.This figure gave me a very dangerous signal.He is like a piece of paper-cut silhouette glued in from the outside of this world, sticking there, completely incompatible with the bustling human fireworks around him.

My heart skipped a beat, I am very familiar with this figure, it is Brother Peng.

He is following me?

My heart started beating drums, not because I was so scared, it felt like a toad jumping on the back of my feet.I thought the matter was over, why did it drag out such a tail.

I took out my phone and dialed Peng Gang.Peng Gang should be eating, and the other end of the phone was whimpering.There was nothing to exchange pleasantries between us, and he asked me directly what was the matter.I hesitated and asked, "How is your father recently?"

Peng Gang was startled: "Old Liu, what do you mean?"

There is no way for Brother Peng to tell Peng Gang about painting eighteen levels of hell with his soul condensed.I murmured and asked him how his father was again.

Peng Gang didn't speak for a while on the phone, and finally said: "I'll call the hospital now."

After hanging up the phone, I was in a state of confusion, and when I looked back, Brother Peng's black shadow had disappeared.I bought a few kebabs and ate them with a taste.At this time, Peng Gang called, his voice trembling: "My father...he is missing."

My heart twitched twice, I felt my stomach churning, and I spit out all the meat in my mouth on the ground.Cold sweat dripped down my head, and I suddenly thought of the case of Qian Nong. Big Brother Peng would become a murderous maniac too.

I asked tremblingly, "Report, did you call the police?"

Peng Gang said anxiously: "My mother and I will go to the hospital right away. The hospital said that my father is still here today, but he disappeared in a blink of an eye for some reason. They are checking the monitoring. By the way, Lao Liu, why did you suddenly About my dad? What do you know?"

I didn't know what to say, so I hesitated and said, "I saw your dad just now."

There was a panic on the phone, Peng Gang seemed to have said a few words to someone, fast and urgent, and then he said loudly to me: "Where are you now, Lao Liu?" I gave the address.Peng Gang said: "I'll take a taxi to your place right now, my mother is going to the hospital, and I will split up with her."

I couldn't tell the reason, I was very flustered, always feeling that something was going to happen, so I said casually, "Okay, I'll wait for you."