Urban Tales of Demons and Spirits

I still remembered the look of Wen Jiubai firing at Wang Zhong just now. The creepy and calm look was as if human life was nothing but dispensable things to him. Eighteen one Chinese text W≤W≥W≥. ≈8≈1≤Ｚ = W≈. ≈C≥OM He didn't feel anything about killing ...

"When you killed Wang Zhong ..." I lowered my eyes and tried to prevent Wen Jiubai from seeing my expression. "For a moment, I saw him become a ghost. What's going on?"

"Did you tell me before you trespassed into the house?" Wen Jiubai put his hands in his sleeves and said, "That's the" ghost ". People are alive, but they have become Evil. "

"I don't understand ... Is Wang Zhong a human or a ghost?"

"Then how do you tell the difference between others and ghosts?" Wen Jiubai raised an eyebrow at me. "Humans call themselves fears ghosts, then in the eyes of ghosts, are humans ghosts? Or if it is the world There is a good ghost on the screen, so should this ghost still be called a ghost? In the final analysis, it is human beings and ghosts but the standard of human beings. Wang Zhong himself cast an inhuman curse on himself. It turned into that appearance. Denying his humanity and refusing to be satisfied in the way of ordinary people, over time, his soul was stunned by demons and turned into a half-human half-mon monster. "

"So in the end," Wen Jiubai sighed, "only people can create such a major tragedy."

"So Mr. Wen," I deliberately called for a long time and called him, "I have a question for you."

Wen Jiubai raised an eyebrow, "Ask."

"In the end, are you human or a ghost?" I stared at him.

Wen Jiubai seemed surprised that I would ask such a question. But in an instant he recovered that cynical look.

"I'm not a man or a ghost. Do you think I'm a man or a ghost?"

As I expected, he kicked the ball back easily.

"I don't think Mr. Wen ... is human." I said word by word.

"Oh? Why?"

"... When you first came back, you knew that Wang Zhong was the evil spirit?"

"There are nine stable without ten."

"Why don't you say it early?" I was angry in my voice.

"There is no firm evidence to fight against the grass," he said calmly.

"Even so, why did you stop me from rushing in when we were in the dark?"

"Didn't you say? You will be hurt if you rush in, it's dangerous."

My heart leaped wildly in my chest, and I took a deep breath before slowly saying, "Wen Jiubai, I just checked Xiaoying's injury. The dagger was heading towards her heart, and she reached out her hand to block it. Only then would my arm be injured. If I rushed in for a while, Xiaoying would now be dead. "

Wen Jiubai looked at me quietly without a word.

"Do you know this?" I didn't realize that my voice was shaking slightly.

"I know. That's why I stopped you from breaking in." Wen Jiubai said blandly, as if talking about the weather. "First, murderers are the most threatening before they are ready to kill. It is not easy to rush in at that time. On the contrary, he is easily injured by him. Secondly, I also said that I don't have conclusive evidence. Rather than trying to find evidence, it is easier to wait for someone to gain money. "

I froze in place, struggling to understand Wen Jiubai's words, and then felt a violent chill from the top of my head to the bottom of my feet.

Wen Jiubai ... never thought of saving Xiaoying. Instead, it is better to say that he has been waiting for Xiao Ying to be killed.

Touched her head with that smile, and joked with me in the grass with that smile, that ...

I suddenly remembered Shi Yitong's words. Shi Yitong warned me that this man was dangerous, but I was stubborn and didn't listen to advice. After all, I never knew this man in the least. I don't know anything about his life, age, place of origin or past experience. Obviously didn't understand anything, but still pretended to look at him very well and followed him to entrust investigations ...

"Gu Yu ..." Returning to God, Wen Jiubai looked at me with a sad look and took a step towards me.

"Don't come!" I shouted almost subconsciously, taking a big step backwards at the same time.

Fear doesn't know when it hits my heart. This chill from head to toe is even more serious than just facing a murderer with a knife.

Wen Jiubai really couldn't stand still. He just looked at me sadly and called my name, "Gu Yu."

"Sorry, don't come over." My machine shook his head and apologized. "Sorry, I ..."

--I'm scared.

Speaking incoherently, I turned and ran. That may be the fastest time in my life. I do n’t even know what I ’m running away from, I just run and want to run away.

When I finally stopped to catch my breath, I looked back and found nothing but the dark night.