Just listening to the sound of a few seconds ago, what can be reasoned is really limited.

Gumou said that someone was attacked and the probability was very high.

But what we can only know is that someone was attacked, who the victims are, and where they are, they are confused.

Gumou seemed in a bad mood, perhaps remembering that he had been attacked.

Nan Gongyao observed me again, and could only see that I had a mark left by Christina, and where the owner of the mark was now, in his present state, could not be seen.

We had to end the video call and wait for Han Yun to come back.

Han Yun did not return overnight.

Guo Yujie rested well, knowing that I was marked by Christina, and it was a little nervous.

“Go and see it today.”Wu Ling was calm and not agitated.

Christina died on December 24, 1982, on a small stage.The stage was built in the hall of the third floor of the Ruihuad Investment Company Building at that time.The company building is owned by Ruihuade and is a five-storey office building.Before Ruihuad was annexed by another company, the building had changed its owners and was converted into a dual-use building for office and residence.There is also a street front door for rent on the first floor.It is a somewhat chaotic building.

"In 2019, the whole street was rebuilt, the subway was connected underground, and the building was demolished by the explosion."Wu Ling introduced us along the way.

The car drove to the original site of the building, which is the outskirts of the public park.

There are some scattered trees in the public park, which are mostly lawn on the whole, and the field of view is very large.

At this glance, you can clearly find that the park is clean and clean, without any yin.

Without singing.

I listened for a long time to confirm this.

We got out of the car and walked around the park, and Liu Miao also called Gumou so that he could hear the sound here.

There are some parents with children in the park, and there are people walking dogs, but it is not lively.When it’s hot, it may be more fun.

"No, I heard nothing."Gum answered in the affirmative.

“Hasn’t Han Ying ever seen it yet?”Wu Ling asked me.

I shook my head.

Han Yun disappeared yesterday and never appeared again.

Without him, we can’t be sure if there’s a different space here.

Wu Ling instructed Guo Yujie to contact Han Yun.

“Me?”Guo Yujie hairmon, silly to point to himself.

“That connection is certainly not one-sided.They will find you, prove that you must have exude something in you, and attract them.You can try it.”Wu Ling patiently analyzed, "As long as you try to think about Han Yun and call Han Yun, he should hear."

“Is that all right?”I have doubts.

I use my own ability to enter the dream, that is, in a similar way, but also in my mind to constantly think about the object of my own possession.Kwok’s ability is different from my ability.If she wants to call Han Yun in this way, will she recruit other ghosts?

Wu Ling said that the connection is not unilateral, Guo Yujie spreads something, I agree with this.It is also because I feel that I call ghosts and is not safe.

However, there are four of us on our side, Guo Yujie has no fighting ability, and the three of us can fight and deal with most of the ghosts, but we do not need to be particularly girded.

Wu Ling let Guo Yujie try, but also reminded me and Liu Miao to prepare, just in case.

Guo Yujie prayed in front of the bodhisattva, with his hands folded, his eyes closed, his lips squirming, and reading words.

She did it seriously, and it seemed to be focusing her energy on calling Han Yun.I could hear the weak voice she made.

I felt the fluctuation of the foul, raised my eyelids, and saw the space on Guo Yujie's head slightly distorted.

Guo Yujie probably felt a sinking head, stopped praying, and looked up.

Han Yun, a big boy, lay down on Guo Yujie’s head and looked at her, “What do I tell me to do?”

This man’s posture is really weird.

"This is where Christina died."Wu Ling said.

Guo Yujie sighed, “You really are coming, Han Yun.”Great.That's okay!"

Han Yun also lay on the top of Guo Yujie's head, turning his head and observing around.

“Are you sure it’s here?”

“I am sure.”

“Then she’s not here anymore.There's no strange place here."Han Yun took back his eyes and turned to look in one direction.

I looked at Han Yun's eyes and saw a small dog standing behind Liu Miao, looking at Han Yun from the gap between Liu Miao and Wu Ling.

“Wang Wang!”The dog called twice and was pulled away by his owner.

“Can the animals know you exist?”I was surprised.

The puppies in the family often look at a place, a place to show the threat of low-sing and so on, endless, small white can also see abnormal ghosts, but I have experienced so many things for more than a year, encountering similar things very few, almost no.

Han Yun is an old ghost who has existed for a long time, and has become a ghost king, and should not be found by animals so ordinary?

Han Yun looked at the dog and looked around.

“What’s wrong?”Wu Ling asked.

"I don't know.It feels weird.Normally, animals can’t see me, and very few people can see me...”

“Is there a problem with this place?”Guo Yujie asked.

“It could also be something that has changed in you.You are no longer an ordinary ghost, nor are you a spirit.We don't know what the devil's king really is like."Wu Ling said, "If you become a ghost queen, there may be some changes in your body."

Han Yun thought, small face is a serious expression, "I do not feel it."There is no change in me.Strangely...”

“Wang Wang!”Another man walking the dog passed by, and the dog also called Han Yun twice.It is not like malicious, just found something, it will be called like this, and it is like saying hello to Han Yun.

“It’s strange... what’s going on... right!”Han Yun suddenly floated up and no longer pestered Guo Yujie, “This place is also very strange.”I don’t think so... this is the ghost’s home?”

“No.She was just performing here, had an accident, died here.When the building was still there, there were fans who would come here to lay flowers, but now it is gone.In memory of her fans, they will go to her hometown or her grave.”Wu Ling said, "Her hometown has become an exhibition hall, and there are many tourists."I thought her soul wouldn't stay in that noisy place, it would be here."

“Singing!”Suddenly I heard the song.

This time it was just a word, and it stopped.It was the man who sang, not Christina herself.

Another victim?

“It’s almost her death day.Two more days.”Wu Ling said.

My heart is heavy.

“If you’re not here, let’s go see her.”

A few of us got back to the car, and on the way to the hotel to get our luggage, Wu Ling had already booked a ticket.

I looked out the window of the car and suddenly saw a figure.

“Wait!”I said, “Stop the car!”