I Can Rewind

  Chapter 97 Uninvited Guest

  Thinking about the ins and outs of the matter, Yan Junze wrapped the three inner and outer layers of the statue, wrapped it in a plastic bag and tied it tightly, put it in his backpack, put the backpack on the bedside, and then went back to bed to sleep.

   Maybe he was too tired, but he still slept well on the last night at the foot of the rock.

  Although he went to bed very late, Yan Junze didn't wake up during this sleep, and slept until dawn when he was disturbed by the alarm clock on his mobile phone.

The morning bus No. 803 from Yanjiao to Suncheon City Center departs at about 6:40. This bus is very early, even if the young couples upstairs rush to work in the morning, they don’t take this bus, but take the bus at 7:30. trip.

  Yan Junze's purpose is to let as few people see him as possible, so he chooses to take the first bus.

  He had already packed his things in advance. After getting up and washing up quickly, he put on his backpack and went out.

  Put the key of the rental house under the flower pot at the door of the landlord's house, without disturbing anyone, then turn and leave.

   Came to the platform of bus No. 803, but the morning bus hadn't arrived yet.

   It's 6:44, but it's already light.

  According to Yan Junze’s estimate, the No. 803 bus came from the starting station, and arrived at Yanjiao at the third stop, which was less than ten minutes.

  Starting at 6:40, I can definitely make it in time now.

   Otherwise, at exactly 6:50, he saw Route 803 coming slowly from the other side of the road.

   stopped in front of him, invested money and got into the car. Except for a middle-aged driver, there were no passengers in the car.

  That’s great. If you arrive early, the bus will become a private car.

  Yan Junze found a seat near the back and sat down, took off his backpack, put it on the chair next to him, and put one hand on his pillow to make himself more comfortable.

  Take out the mobile phone to read the news, the bus started quickly, shaking rhythmically, which soon made Yan Junze sleepy.

   Originally, I didn't get enough sleep today, so Yan Junze turned off the phone, held it in his hand, and closed his eyes.

  In my mind, from time to time, the shadows of the back-up girl, Keer, long-tongued Zhenzhen, and the mother-in-law who hate her mother-in-law flashed.

  Except for Long Tongue Zhenzhen, the other ghosts have left a deep impression on him, so now whenever he has time to rest, they will appear in his mind irresistibly.

   Said he was sleepy, but couldn't fall asleep for a while.

  Bus No. 803 stopped and stopped, and after stopping at one of the stops, a young man came up.

  The young man put his hands in his pockets, got into the car and sat in the front seat closest to the driver.

  Yan Junze didn't pay attention, he was sitting upright, like the standard sitting posture of elementary school students listening to the class.

   In a daze, Yan Junze opened his eyes and stared at the back of the young man's head, but his thoughts were floating on the key point that had been haunting him for the past few days, that certain thing that he couldn't think of.

   This matter seemed to be very important. It was triggered by accident at a certain moment when I was talking with Zhang Xiaomo, but later because of other things interrupted, the thought was buried before it had time to surface, and I could never think of it again.

  Sometimes people are like this, trying to think of something, just like looking for something urgently needed at home, the moment you need it, you can’t find it.

  But one day, when I don’t expect it, this thing that I couldn’t find at all will suddenly jump in front of my eyes, and it takes no effort to get it.

   At this time, Yan Junze, looking at the back of the head sitting not far from the driver, finally grasped the thought that was buried last time in his mind.

He remembered that after discovering that the landlord Lin Dong was separated from his mother-in-law, Zhang Xiaomo once said this: Lin Dong should have been separated for no more than 48 hours, I will go to the next door later, save him and have a look Is Granny Ren here?

  At that time, Yan Junze had an idea, but Zhang Xiaomo later took out the killer|sperm device, oh no, it was the weird jammer that attracted attention, so this idea has not been able to form an effective thought.

  At this moment, Yan Junze finally thought of it.

  Since Zhang Xiaomo said that Lin Dong was separated for no more than 48 hours, we will save him later. It means that if the spirit is separated for more than 48 hours, is it impossible to be saved?

   If so?

  Yan Junze shivered suddenly, picked up the phone, no matter how early it was, and whether the other party got up or not, he directly dialed Zhang Xiaomo's number.

  …

  Tianmeng District, closed the city.

  In the courtyard of a temple.

  Usually, this place called Leiwang Temple has already attracted an endless stream of pilgrims at this time, and the flow of incense money alone is no less than seven figures every day.

   But at this time, there were no pilgrims in the courtyard of the entire temple, only one person was standing.

  Shoulder-length short hair, a pure white cartoon short-sleeved T-shirt, casual jeans, and white net shoes, Zhang Xiaomo stood alone next to the huge incense burner in the middle of the courtyard with a knife in one hand.

  In the censer where the incense burner used to be constantly burning, there is now a piece of cold ashes, without the slightest smell of incense candle smoke.

   This time, the cartoon pattern on Zhang Xiaomo's chest was replaced by Hello Kitty, but she looked normal, and the bayonet in her hand had just been pulled out from the chest of an old monk who had fallen to the ground.

  The body of the old monk was gradually dissipating, and after a while, only a transparent shadow could be seen.

  Under the steps not far from the old monk, there is also the body of a young monk, which has also become fainter and fainter.

   And there is another corpse in the hall that has long since disappeared.

   "Three high-level wandering spirits, get it done!"

   Putting away the magnetic knife, Zhang Xiaomo took out a small notebook and memorized it seriously, but soon after writing, her brows also frowned slightly.

   After a few seconds, she closed the cap of the pen, inserted the pen into the small notebook, and said to herself, "How could this be?"

  After the words fell, Zhang Xiaomo took out her phone and called the mentor of the spirit exorcism team in Huaying District, Huaying Metropolis.

  She knows very well that the tutor is used to getting up early, and she has already woken up at this point, so she will not disturb him.

   "Xiao Mo." A slightly sad voice sounded.

   "Mentor, I have a question."

  Zhang Xiaomo always speaks straight to the point when talking to her mentor. Anyone who knows her in the supernatural event group knows her personality, so this mentor doesn't seem to take it seriously.

"explain."

"I just killed three evil spirits, high-level wandering spirits." Zhang Xiaomo said: "It took me a lot of effort, so I recorded it. But when I contacted the evil spirits I killed these days, I suddenly had doubts." , I would like to know, to be precise, how many high-level wandering spirits are roughly equivalent to one sculpting spirit?"

"This... is not comparable." The voice on the other end of the phone came out, "If we only talk about the strength of evil spirits, one sculpting spirit is equivalent to about ten high-level wandering spirits. , In the case of a split spirit."

  Zhang Xiaomo said: "That is to say, if everything is considered, the strength of the plastic spirit has surpassed ten high-level wandering spirits?"

   "It must have exceeded." The instructor paused for a moment and asked, "Are you... well, let me see your mission record."

   After a few seconds, his voice sounded again: "Half-plastic? You killed a half-plastic two days ago? Well, with your strength, how does it feel?"

   "I feel..." The ominous premonition in Zhang Xiaomo's heart became more and more intense at this moment, "I haven't been in contact with the semi-plastic spirit class before, but I feel that compared with the three high-level wandering spirits I just killed... not much difference!"

  The other end of the phone fell silent, and then the voice of the instructor came: "It must not be easy to completely kill a half-shape spirit with your skills. Now... go back immediately!"

   "Mentor..."

   Before Zhang Xiaomo finished speaking, the mobile phone suddenly prompted that there was another call waiting to be connected.

  Looking at the phone screen, Zhang Xiaomo's pupils shrank, and it was too late to talk to the instructor, so she immediately transferred.

   "Zhang Xiaomo, don't ask anything, just listen to me first!" This is Yan Junze's voice, "You answer me immediately, what will happen if a person is separated for more than 48 hours?"

  Zhang Xiaomo was stunned for a moment, and replied: "I can never be rescued again. Why are you asking this, where are you? Now you immediately..."

   Her words have been interrupted by Yan Junze.

   "It's too late, guess who I saw."

"who?"

   "Lu Xin."

  Hoho... Recommended ticket!

  (end of this chapter)