Volume 1 Beginning of Summer Chapter 15 Bait
The hair entered the nostril, went up the nasal passage, and brushed against the cartilage.
Nose twitching.
Pierce into flesh.
Stinging.
Cheek muscles, tremors, twitches.
A black hair.
thin.
tip.
Covered with gray, slimy bubbles.
Rolled up the glasses frame.
pull.
pull.
The frame fell.
It fell on the carpet with a dull sound.
Vague.
The only thing that was clear was a very thin hair, jet black and sharp, which kept getting bigger in front of the pupil.
Trying to turn your head.
Try to close your eyes.
Body, out of control.
Unable to move.
Can't...
The hair got stuck in the eyeball.
…
"ah!!!!!!"
The wooden scimitar chopped down.
Liu Yong howled.
She wore dark pink round-toe leather shoes, with the toes touching the ground. She jumped lightly upwards, and her pink pleated skirt drew a semicircle in the air.
The black hair spreading on the ground seemed to have life, intertwining together and floating upwards, trying to cover the girl's body .
The scimitar rotated, and a dark light floated on the blade.
Wherever it passed, the black hair burned into dark gray smoke and dissipated.
Jiang You rolled off the sofa and onto the floor. He reached out and touched the carpet a few times, found his glasses, put them on, and the world became clear.
Liu Yong fell not far in front of him, with a painful expression, a sallow face, and big beads of sweat oozing from his forehead.
Jiang You raised his head. Under the attack of the wooden sword, his black hair gradually became weak and thin.
Jiang You stood up.
A strand of black hair floated towards the gap in the window.
The wooden sword flew over and cut it into two pieces.
One section of it turned into black light and escaped outwards. Tang Butian was about to chase it, when Liu Yong's body suddenly bounced up and crashed into Jiang You.
The wooden sword swirls.
Tang Butian saw Jiang You's slightly plump body nimbly dodge backwards and to the side, then fall backwards on the sofa. He raised his legs up and rolled, immediately creating distance between him and Liu Yong.
The wooden sword hit Liu Yong on the back of his neck.
Liu Yong rolled his eyes, his body twitched a few times, and then he fell to the ground again.
Jiang You picked up the shoulder bag that fell on the sofa, took out a pack of tissues from it, took out a piece, and wiped the blood from his nose. "Checking is a bad habit, I tell you, Officer Tang."
At this time , the door of the lounge was pushed open again.
Jiang You and Tang Butian looked towards the door at the same time.
Huang Xiting walked in with a can of tea and a pot of hot water.
"Mr. Liu..." Huang Xiting's voice was stuck after seeing the scene in the lounge. Her eyes swept across the faces of Jiang You and Tang Butian. She immediately turned around and raised her legs to run.
The wooden sword hit the door.
The door is closed.
The lock was automatically tightened.
Huang Xiting turned her head and looked at Jiang You and Tang Butian with fear and panic in her eyes, and her body began to tremble.
Suddenly, she felt the weight in her hands lighten. She turned her head and saw Jiang You taking the kettle and teapot from her.
Jiang You took a few steps forward and put the kettle and teapot on the coffee table. "The water just boiled, it almost spilled." He looked up at Huang Xiting. "You are wearing stockings. If it spills on your legs, you won't be able to wear a skirt all summer."
Huang Xiting opened her mouth.
At this moment, the wooden sword hit her back.
Her eyes went dark, and then her body fell limp to the ground.
"You know?" A cold voice sounded in Jiang You's ears.
Tang Butian stretched out her left hand, and the wooden sword automatically flew back into her hand.
"What?"
Tang Butian pursed her lips.
"You mean the sting operation, and I am the bait?" Jiang You glanced at the white legs bent on the carpet. "There is about half an hour left before the press conference ends."
"Ji Feng is outside. He will communicate with the organizer and take over the follow-up."
Jiang You thought for a moment, "The one who took my statement?"
Tang Butian nodded slightly. She took off a rectangular palm-sized instrument attached to her waist and pressed the button on the side. Jiang You walked to her side and watched the picture shaking on the small screen.
"Law enforcement camera?"
Black hair flutters in the picture.
"It's a ghost. This must be a female ghost, with such long hair..." He wiped his nose with a tissue again, "It feels really bad."
"It can record spiritual energy fluctuations." After confirming that all the footage was captured, Tang Butian turned off the law enforcement recorder and said, "You need to make a statement."
"Now?"
"After everything is dealt with over there."
"I don't have to walk over there by myself," Jiang You sat down on the sofa and touched his stomach. "I feel a little hungry. Can I send a WeChat message now? My college classmate is still at the venue. We originally planned to have a midnight snack together..."
"Can."
"Would you like to sit for a moment?"
"Please sit down."
Jiang You stretched his upper body and took out his cell phone. Yuan Shu had already sent him several private messages.
Yuan Shu: Did you get the prize? The so-called technical director on the stage is talking nonsense.
Yuan Shu: Oh my god! The police are coming! Where are you now?
He replied: I think I have to go take a statement, you can leave after the meeting.
Yuan Shu: What’s going on?
Jiang You: I didn’t know that the police came shortly after Liu Yong entered the lounge.
Yuan Shu: Okay, remember to send me a message when you get home today.
Jiang You raised the corner of his mouth slightly, "Don't worry, judging from the attitude of the police, I think they are just going to take a look around. It looks like the rake will fail this time."
Yuan Shu: Hahahahahahahahahaha! Celebrate together! Celebrate together!
Jiang You raised his head and saw Tang Butian took out two pairs of handcuffs. She squatted on the ground and handcuffed Liu Yong and Huang Xiting respectively.
He adjusted his glasses and asked, "So my myopic eyes are quite coveted?"
"That day, Taoist Qingyang left a spiritual power on your body. When you enter the venue, he will notice you and then your eyes."
"I know that money is not so easy to make. I think I should have some right to know. What do you think, Officer Tang?"
Tang Butian stood up. "There is a price to pay for driving ghosts. He has killed five people and has reached his limit. Your eyes can replenish his losses." She turned around and grasped the hilt of the knife with her fingers. "The spiritual power left in you has dissipated."
"You mean, I'm safe again?"
Tang Butian nodded slightly.
"I have another question," Jiang You sat up straighter, "He attacked me, which only proves that he tried to kill me, right..."
"Hair. The ghost killed five people, the evidence is irrefutable. And what I need is the evidence that he drove the ghost. Now I have it."
"Then I understand." Jiang You opened his bag and took out a soft pack of Vita Lemon Tea. He inserted the straw and took a sip. "You handle cases so standardly. I feel especially safe now. Doesn't Liu Yong know about the Special Events Division?"
He noticed that Tang Butian's eyes dimmed.
"If it's inconvenient to talk about it, then don't talk about it." He took another sip of lemon tea, then pointed his chin at Huang Xiting who was unconscious on the ground, "She is an ordinary person, right? What will happen to her?"
"See if she participated. If not, we'll do something with her memory."
Jiang You put his hands behind his head and said, "It's really good."
After sitting in the lounge for about half an hour, there was a knock on the door. Tang Butian opened the door and Ji Feng was standing outside.
Jiang You followed their car to the Municipal Public Security Bureau.
After finishing the statement at the Municipal Public Security Bureau and taking a taxi back to the Insect House, it was already two o'clock in the morning.
The moonlight fell on the half-paved bluestone path.
The pond has a gurgling sound.
Jiang You walked to the door, took out the key, and when he was about to open the door, a strand of black hair hooked on the little finger of his left hand.
"I wanted to let you go," Jiang You sighed, "I didn't have such a good temper before."
The key shook, making a crisp sound.
Hair tangles.
Gets stuck in the skin.
Card bleeding marks.
When it tried to drill into Jiang You's body through the bloodstain, it suddenly shrank back and let out a shrill scream.
It wants to escape.
Jiang You picked it up between the thumb and index finger of his right hand.
The black hair kept twisting.
struggle.
Jiang You walked to the flower stand.
Rubbing with fingertips.
The black hair gradually turned into gray and fell into the flowerpot.
Moonlit night.
The sunflower's disk slowly swung back.
On a plaque with the words "Chongwu" written in official script, a black spider with a red line on its back was hanging down along the silk thread.
