MTL - I Can Rewind-Chapter 443 Three Spirits (final)

  Chapter 443 Three Living Spirits (final)

  At the same time as Yan Junze said these words, a task completion prompt popped up in his mind almost simultaneously.

  【Wooden man, soul flying away (low), completed, obtained 2100 points of different-dimensional energy】

  As for Zhuang Wenxian's task, that's it.

  Zhuang Wenxian's obsession was fully reflected in this wooden figure game. Before she died, in order to protect her two younger sisters, she would deliberately move almost every time she played the wooden figure.

   This will make the guy turn his attention to himself, even if he beats him, he will only beat himself, thus letting the two younger sisters go.

   Not only that, Zhuang Wenjing and Zhuang Wenhui can also get food that can extend their lives.

  For the task of "Wooden Man", if Yan Junze hadn't read the task information and hadn't completed the other two sisters' tasks, he wouldn't have a clue.

   After the previous task was completed, he probably already guessed the cause of the three sisters' deaths, so they were connected together, and soon there was a definite answer.

  For Zhuang Wenxian, as long as she sits still in the game, she will not be beaten, and if she is not beaten, she will not die.

  So the accurate answer is that no one moved.

  Of course, just saying that can’t escape Zhuang Wenxian’s weird magnetic field. In fact, as long as Zhuang Wenxian is willing, the magnetic field of the three sisters can be instantly connected as one, exerting greater power.

   Not to mention the top four-star spirit remover, even if a five-star spirit remover arrives, with the three sisters working together, I am afraid that the final result will be that they cannot be eliminated and they will retreat.

  Yan Junze's Buddhist spirit removal has played a great role at this time, which is to find the biggest commonality of the three.

  Because whether it is hide-and-seek, the ghost hands in the box, or the three sisters' wooden man game, in fact, their common characteristics all point to the middle-aged man.

   This guy can be said to be their biggest obsession.

  That's why Yan Junze's last sentence was able to instantly remove Zhuang Wenxian's defenses. The three sisters' hostility towards Yan Junze was disintegrating inch by inch at this moment.

   "If you let me know the whole story, I will definitely help you, instead of letting your three sisters continue the endless cycle of obsession. Well, I will take good care of you."

  …

   "I will definitely take care of you!"

  The middle-aged man kindly touched the head of Zhuang Wenhui, the youngest of the three sisters, and gently stroked her hair on her shoulders.

  Zhuang Wenhui lowered her head in fear, not daring to look at him. At this moment, her hands were tied behind her back and she was kneeling on the ground.

  The other two sisters also knelt beside them in the same posture.

  The man raised his head, looked at the empty and spacious house, and muttered to himself: "I will take care of you here, until...until death!"

  Paused, he smiled, came back to his senses, and continued: "There is a jammer in the room, so Wen Xian, the message you quietly sent just now was not successfully sent."

  He lifted up a mobile phone, the screen of the mobile phone was on, but it showed "failed to send message".

  Three mobile phones were laid out on the ground in a row. The man picked up a hammer, hammered one at a time, smashed all the mobile phones under their noses, and then threw them into the burning charcoal stove next to them.

   "Now...no one knows your whereabouts."

  The man shrugged, put the small hammer behind him, walked to the table not far away, and opened a red box on the table, which contained two syringes and several bottles of unknown medicinal liquid.

  He took out the syringe without haste, picked up one of the bottles of liquid medicine and shook it casually, then inserted the needle and sucked out a bottle of liquid.

   Seeing this scene, Zhuang Wenxian narrowed her eyes slightly, and blurted out: "I have seen this box before, and you have used this box in my house."

   "Remember now?" The man grinned, "I'm at your house, bah, it's our house, and it's been a long time."

He raised the syringe to his eyes, squeezed it lightly, and expelled the air at the top, "Your mother's diabetes is getting worse and worse. In the months before she passed away, which day was it not that I served her on the saddle, including feeding her before meals? She injects insulin, hehe!"

   "You...not insulin!" Zhuang Wenxian shouted angrily, her cheeks flushed with anger.

"Yeah, this isn't." The man smiled, "I just added a little of this drug into it. You don't know, it's very troublesome to add something to the insulin syringe, and I always have to be careful every time, lest your mother see it. Oh, by the way, Zhong Qing really died of illness, and it has nothing to do with my medicine."

  The man walked up to Zhuang Wenhui with a syringe, Zhuang Wenhui immediately wanted to back away in fear.

   "What are you doing?" Zhuang Wenxian and Zhuang Wenjing were surprised and shouted at the same time.

   "It's okay, it will be your turn later." The man smiled and said: "Let you sleep first, and cherish the present time. From now on, you may never be so awake like today."

  Put the needle into Zhuang Wenhui's arm skillfully, and it took only two or three seconds to squeeze out all the liquid medicine. Then the middle-aged man stood up and returned to the red box.

  Because the squeeze was too fast, part of the liquid medicine flowed out directly through the pinhole on Zhuang Wenhui's skin, mixed with a trace of blood.

  But the dose of the liquid medicine is obviously very large, so the man squeezed it very quickly, and he didn't care whether such a small amount of liquid would reduce the efficacy of the medicine.

  While inhaling the syringe into the second bottle of liquid medicine, the man said to himself: "This is an easy solution, but your mother made it so complicated. Why do you think it is necessary?"

  At this time, Zhuang Wenhui was a little confused, and slowly fell to the ground, her eyes kept opening and closing, obviously struggling.

Turning around, the man looked at Zhuang Wenxian and Zhuang Wenjing with the second tube of potion, ignored Zhuang Wenhui, and continued: "I really love Zhong Qing, I just ask her to give me only a million. We are For a second marriage, I know that I am not qualified to share this part of the property, but as long as she gives me some, not all, I will be very satisfied."

After a pause, a smile appeared on the man's face, a very cold smile: "Haha, guess what your mother said? She said that these properties were left to you by your deceased father, and I won't get any money, not only You can’t get it now, and you won’t get it in the future! These are your dowry! Hahaha, dowry!”

   After saying that, he strode towards Zhuang Wenjing, squatted down, and pointed the needle up.

   "No, uncle, please, don't!" Zhuang Wenjing yelled in horror, but couldn't back away.

The man looked at the syringe and didn't seem to hear Zhuang Wenjing's begging for mercy, "I got a marriage certificate with her, and now that Zhong Qing is dead, you too...hehe, can I get it? Tell me, can I get it? "

  He plunged the syringe into the top of Zhuang Wenjing's arm, and looked sideways at the terrified Zhuang Wenxian, "Don't worry, there won't be any traces left. Next, let's play slowly...slowly..."

  …

  Yan Junze fell into silence, an endless silence.

  In the entire courtyard and the entire living room, there was not a single sound.

  To be honest, he can imagine how cruel and terrifying the weirdest thing in the world would be, but he couldn't imagine how deep and terrifying the biggest evil in the world would be hidden in the heart of an ordinary person.

   Some things that have happened, are happening, or are about to happen, let alone doing them, sometimes Yan Junze can't help but tremble and shudder when he hears what happened.

  What is the greatest evil in the world?

  The strangeness of the three sisters was due to their hoarse voices, so Yan Junze opened the control field, received the magnetic field they emitted, absorbed it in a way similar to Aunt Mei's speech, and finally understood their painful experience.

  At this moment, Yan Junze felt his hands and feet were cold. It wasn't that the temperature in the room had dropped again. In fact, there was no chill in the room at this moment. It was entirely because of his own coldness.

  Finally suppressing the chill in his heart, Yan Junze cast his eyes on the three horrifying monsters. Although the three grotesques looked scary, when he saw them at this moment, he could no longer feel even a trace of terror in them.

   "We must leave here first, now you hide and don't appear again. After I leave, just follow me."

  Yan Junze originally wanted to lock the three sisters directly, but to be honest, he was not sure about locking a real ethereal at all.

  Currently, the Void Spirit he knows and is very close to him is Aunt Mei, and Aunt Mei has never locked herself in. Even if the other party agrees, it is still unknown whether the lock can be successful.

   I once thought about it, and this matter is probably impossible to succeed.

   To truly subdue Zhuang Wenxian's ethereal spirit, fulfilling her greatest obsession should already be a necessary condition.

   After completing this condition, try to lock the three sisters.

  To tell the truth, according to Yan Junze's experience, these three sisters are triplets, also known as the three souls. Under normal circumstances, there will be twins at most, and they are basically twins in the infant state.

  The three sisters are not baby monsters, and they died for the same obsession. If the strength of these three monsters is combined, it will be terrifyingly powerful.

  Combined with the catalysis of his own field, he has temporarily been unable to speculate on the extent of his specific strength.

  If you can really lock these three beings, the benefits will be unimaginable.

  The three sisters chose to obey Yan Junze's orders, and the three distorted figures slowly disappeared under his nose.

   Immediately, Yan Junze took out his phone and called Ma Jing.

  At this moment, Ma Jing is still anxiously waiting in the next yard with other spirit exorcists and security guards, sending people to the corner to listen to the movement from time to time.

   But every time the observer came back, he told me that there was no sound, and the next door was very quiet.

  Because Yan Junze entered during the day, this is different from the other spirit eliminators who forcibly entered the yard at night and dragged Cao Heng's injuries.

  So Ma Jing and others can only rely on guesswork, hoping that Yan Junze has killed or subdued the unknowable powerful monster.

  Seeing that it was Yan Junze who called, Ma Jing was overjoyed. As long as the other party can take the initiative to make a call instead of sending out warning signals like Cao Heng did, it means that the process of exorcism should be smooth.

   After connecting the phone, Yan Junze's voice came: "Now we can send someone over. Cao Heng is still alive and can be rescued, but the others are already dead."

   Soon the spirit eliminators from the yard next door arrived first, and the spirit detectors searched around to clean up the remaining weird magnetic fields.

   Immediately, security officers mobilized ambulances outside to enter, and sealed off the courtyard site.

  Yan Junze stood at the end of the bed in the bedroom, and Ma Jing stood beside him. The two watched as the medical staff carried the silent Cao Heng onto the stretcher, and then transported him to the ambulance outside the door.

  The ambulance just flashed its lights, did not sound the siren, and went to the hospital so quickly.

  Two 1-star spirit eliminators entered the bedroom, checked the bodies of the dead Zhou Wenfei and Gu Dekang, and after making sure that they were not possessed, they informed the funeral home to come in.

   Soon the security officers began to clean up the scene.

  Yan Junze and Ma Jing walked out of the room, stood in the yard, looked up at the night sky without a single star.

   "I think this case can already be classified as an A-level incident!" Ma Jing said suddenly.

   After finishing speaking, she cast her eyes on Yan Junze, obviously asking for his opinion.

  Because only Yan Junze, who has personally experienced it, has the most say.

  Yan Junze nodded slightly: "Well, it's close to an A-level event."

   "Did you eliminate this weirdness directly, or..." Ma Jing couldn't help asking.

   "It was eliminated directly, but there was more than one monster." Yan Junze said.

   "No wonder..." Ma Jing looked at him thoughtfully, "If it's convenient for Mr. Yan, I can go to the team's office building tomorrow and write the report for this time there."

  Yan Junze turned his head to look at her and smiled: "This is one of the reasons why I don't want to be an official exorcist. Every time I handle a case, I have to write a report."

  Paused, he said: "Tomorrow morning, I will come to the office to dictate to you, and you can write it."

  Ma Jing couldn't laugh or cry, so she nodded in agreement.

"By the way, I need you to check someone for me." Yan Junze seemed to suddenly think of something, "It's an old friend of my father who lived in Baiyang District. His name was Zheng Bo. He was 20 years ago. Lived in Baiyang City, then moved away, probably in his early sixties."

  Ma Jing froze for a moment, "Is this the only information? There is so little information that it is hard to find."

  Yan Junze paused, pretending to be remembering, "Well, he married a little rich woman in Baiyang District, and later inherited a fortune."

   "Twenty years ago? This narrows the scope a lot. I'll ask my friends from the Security Bureau to check it out tomorrow morning." Ma Jing nodded.

   After leaving Qingtian Lane, the business car of the Aries Exorcist Team took him to a designated hotel. Ma Jing bid him farewell in the car and did not get off the car. From the looks of it, it seemed that she would not go home, but had to rush to work overtime and stay up all night.

   After the two agreed on a meeting time for the next day, the car left.

  Yan Junze entered the hotel, reported his name, and the front desk immediately gave him a room card that had been booked long ago.

   Entered the room and took a shower, and when he returned to the bed, the three stooped figures of Zhuang Wenxian, Zhuang Wenjing, and Zhuang Wenhui were standing side by side waiting for him.

  The strange magnetic fields of the three sisters have been restrained intentionally, but there is still a strong yin energy that is called by the folks from all over the body.

Yan Junze was stunned, and while drying his hair with a towel, he said: "I have asked someone to check Zheng Bo's news to see if there is any reply tomorrow. Don't be impatient, you have been waiting for so many years, you have to believe that you should come It will always come, whether it is money or retribution."

  The three sisters watched him silently, without any other expression.

   Leaning against the head of the bed, Yan Junze didn't go to sleep immediately, but picked up his mobile phone and searched the Internet to see if there were any previous news reports about the three sisters.

   After all, this was already twenty years ago. If the three sisters were classified as missing cases, relevant information might not be available online.

   After searching for a long time, sure enough, there was no result.

   At this moment, Yan Junze turned his head to look, and found that the three sisters were no longer standing where they were, and Zhuang Wenxian was sitting on a chair with her back to herself.

  Zhuang Wenjing stuffed her body into the small cabinet under the TV that couldn't hold people at all. There was a gap in the door where she could stretch her arms out, as if to make it easier to eat.

   Zhuang Wenhui hid in the closet not far from the bed, curled up into a ball, and didn't make any movement.

   Seeing this scene, Yan Junze sighed and couldn't sleep for a while.

  To be honest, I have been working for two weeks, how can I have a chance to rest at home! Just take a little rest during the Chinese New Year. Now I have fixed 4000+ updates every day, and 5000+ from time to time. The number of updated words has already left behind the books of the same period. You can compare, I am really not lazy (innocent face)...

  (end of this chapter)