Creation of Dongying Guitan

Survivor: "This has something to do with the investigator's ability——

Sometimes inspired, the undercover investigator has the ability to foretell the future.He may have been too angry this time, and he was so inspired that he wrote a [-]-word prophecy in one breath, and found a few insiders from it.Then, he found those insiders to confirm one by one, and only then did he solve the mystery. "

Holy Son: "Then, does he know who will be killed when the Head-Putting Witch appears for the fourth time?"

Living person: "This... is not sure yet. However, it must be related to cheating. Everyone who cheats must be careful."

"very good,"

Shengzi looked at the director, "At least the two of us are safe."

Survivor: "Not only that, our secret investigator also thought of a way to solve the witch's fourth murder!"

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Chapter 356 [8000 words] One month countdown

"Obviously, all victims of the head-pulling witch rule have one indispensable element—"

Returning to the rooms of Gu Xing and Shengzi in the Snow Hotel, the living continued to introduce the mysterious investigator's plan to the two, "that is, the grievance of the person he has failed, which is almost a necessary condition. The secret investigator in this hall I think that as long as I can dispel that grievance, I can break the rules of the head-pulling witch."

Shengzi: "Dispel the grievances... He probably wants to invite onmyojis and witches or something."

Survivor: "There is an onmyoji named He Mao Zhenji in the eastern suburbs of Lidu. He comes from the famous He Mao family. He is highly skilled and proficient in magic. He is well-known in the industry. The secret investigator wants to invite him out of the mountain."

Shengzi looked at the director.

The director walked out of the room, as if negotiating with the grotesques.

After a while, he returned to the room and wrote on the paper: [OK].

Holy Son: "Is there anything we can help with?"

Survivor: "The secret investigator said that there is a malicious secret force obstructing us. The opponent's energy is not small. I hope that your alliance will not be stingy when you encounter these guys."

……

After the survivors left, the Holy Son asked Gu Xing: "Do you really believe that Onmyoji can solve the head-pulling witch?"

"Let's try it first, after all... the secret investigator's findings are very close to the truth,"

Gu Xing picked her up and walked towards Tangchi, "Of course, you can't put all your eggs in one basket."

The Holy Son exclaimed, "What are you doing!"

……

The next day, there were still 28 days before the head-pulling witch exercised the rules.

After a whole night of fighting with green friend Li Hui, the writer walked out of his apartment and walked to his private car in the early morning with a pair of dark eyes.

After the driver Gu Cunhe and his assistant Xin Yin were cut into pieces in that alley, the writer did not apply to the East Police Department for a new special car, driver and assistant.

He chose to hide temporarily and secretly investigate the truth of the incident.

If it wasn't for the need to leave Dongdu this time, go to the eastern suburbs of Lidu, and extend an invitation to the well-known onmyoji He Mao Zhenji, he would not return home in the near future—and this time he came home to pay respects. His girlfriend Lihui told her itinerary.

"Hey,"

After getting into the driver's seat, he was surprised to find that his old friend was sitting on the other side of the back row and greeted him, "Long time no see."

"I've been very sensitive lately,"

The writer calmed down and took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, "You have to be thankful that your voice is distinctive enough, otherwise you would be lying on the ground now."

"Don't be so angry,"

The living person stared at the pack of cigarettes in the writer's hand, "I heard that you have quit smoking since you lived with your green friend Li Hui."

"Green friends can't stand the smell of smoke, so I don't smoke at home,"

The writer handed one to the living, "Ghosts know how difficult it is to quit smoking. People who can quit smoking are either perverted or non-human. Be cautious when making friends with them."

"Hey, last night was all night again,"

The living person took the cigarette and looked for a lighter in his pocket.The writer has already handed over the fire, and the living person puts the cigarette butt up, takes a puff, and goes up and down.

Looking at the writer, "How can your thin body bear it?"

"It's inevitable to mention the benefits of mastering the power of weird rules."

In fact, the power of rules that the writer got from Afro Soli not only restores his shattered body, but also restores his decaying energy in a short period of time—his eye sockets are a little black, But it just looks a little tired, and the energy is quite strong.

"Anyway,"

The living reminded him enviously, "It is not good for your body to easily use the power of grotesque rules—it has been shown that the more frequently the masters of grotesque rules use the rules, the faster they will slide into the abyss of grotesques." Faster and faster."

"It's better than being squeezed dry by green friends on the spot-if I really get squeezed dry, who knows what weirdness and grotesque I will become,"

The writer rolled down the car window and blew a puff of smoke out of the window, "By the way, aren't you watching Lidu's weird alliance in Yingu? Why come here to argue with me when you have time... Wait, they went back to Lidu? "

"The Son said the Alliance has agreed to our plan,"

The survivor also opened the car window, "I don't have anything to do over there now. Serving those grotesques? The assistant can do this kind of thing--I say, it's better to see if you are still alive."

"That's fine,"

The writer started the car, "In case something happens along the way, I can pull you out to top the cylinder...Anyway, your life is infinite."

The living: "I want to emphasize that I am a transposition in a parallel time and space, and it is not impossible to die."

Of course, the writer knows that the so-called surrogate death ability of the living is actually a very low-level death avoidance rule——

He paid the price of handing over the ownership of his soul to the [weird contractor], and signed a weird agreement with the contractor that can temporarily exchange lives:

At the moment when death is infinitely approaching, the living person will exchange places with himself in a certain parallel time and space...that is the simultaneous exchange of soul and body.

At the moment of exchange, with the help of the powerful force generated by the collision of time and space, the living can almost avoid most of the danger of death, and escape to any corner of the world they want to go in an instant.

When the next fatal danger comes, they will return to their original lives again, and the cycle will be endless.

"There are countless parallel time and space in this world,"

The car started, and the writer turned the steering wheel and drove out of the parking lot, "So you can exchange lives with yourself in countless parallel time and space, so, theoretically, you have countless lives."

Living person: "Are you kidding... swapping lives with a living person is enough to give me a headache——

I have to remember his social connections, his habits, his hobbies, and some of the old stuff from the first half of his life.If there's more than one living person in here... my head is going to explode. "

Writer: "I have a question - is the ability of another living being exactly the same as yours? Only death avoidance..."

Survivor: "It's not the same. That guy was struck by lightning when he was a child, and he has a little ability to control electric current...Of course, the controllable power is very small, and his combat ability is very limited."

Writer: "Can you choose to exchange lives with a living being in a specific parallel time and space?

? ”

Survivor: "There are not too many options—why do you ask this?"

Writer: "Have you ever thought that if the living beings in a certain time and space are too powerful, they can control powerful rule power at will?"

Survivor: "You bastard..."

Writer: "If there is such a guy, switching him to this time and space should be more useful than you."

Survivor: "I want to get off!"

"late……"

With a "boom" kick on the accelerator, the writer's special car was already speeding up.

……

Around eight o'clock in the morning, Makoto Tang Ze rushed to Lidu Airport by special car.

She intentionally did not announce her itinerary to Dongdu, so as not to disturb Detective Gu Xing, who seemed to be used to being alone, from the crazy fans who brought all kinds of support items.

In fact, only those traffic stars who are not yet established will care about how many fans pick up and drop off at the airport, lest one day the hot search content is XXX, the new popular actress, the popularity is cold, and there is no fan at the airport...

For the same reason, she put on a baseball cap, big sunglasses, and a black mask to completely cover her face.

Accompanying Makoto Karasawa to the airport were Juli Takanashi, a manager and best friend, and Zahito Shintani, a childhood playmate and bodyguard.

Because he didn't want to give Guangchuan Gu Xing the impression that he likes to be late, Tang Ze Makoto deliberately rushed to the airport departure hall more than half an hour early. Unexpectedly, at that time, Guangchuan Gu Xing was already sitting in a chair very close to the boarding gate. On the chair, holding a thick hardcover book to read.

"Feel sorry,"

Tang Ze Zhenqin bought two cups of iced Americano coffee from a convenience store, went to Gu Xing's side, and handed him a cup, "I'm late."

"thanks,"

Gu Xing took the coffee and continued to read the book.Tang Zezhenqin noticed the title of "Pawn Shop No. [-]" written on the page of the book,

"I came too early."

Tang Ze Makoto looked at the side face of Guangchuan Gu Xing, and remembered the words that Onmyoji Kamo Maki said to her in his mind——

【The person in the mist just now originated from him and ended up with him... The disappearance of the cellar in your home is also inseparable from him.There is a saying that untying the bell requires the person who tied it. If Miss Tang Ze wants to untie the knot, she still needs to find the answer from that person]

Guangchuan Gu Xing... What kind of secret is hidden in this man?Why do you have an inextricable connection with yourself?What kind of connection is this?

"Miss Tang Ze,"

Gu Xing seemed to notice her gaze, and replied without raising his head: "Is there anything you want to say to me?"

"Oh nothing,"

Tang Ze Makoto withdrew his gaze, "I heard the frogman investigators say that you are even better than them—especially, you have mastered the power of weird rules."

"To be honest," Gu Xing took a sip of his coffee, "My luck is pretty good."

"I really envy you," Tang Ze Makoto held the coffee with both hands, feeling the warmth from the paper cup, "In such a world where not only people cannibalize people, but even monsters eat people, I have mastered a skill that is enough to protect myself."

"Cannibalism?"

"Aren't those politicians and chaebols just..."

Tang Ze Makoto said: "Have you heard the story of Naya?

In fact, in the entertainment industry, it is a very common thing... Countless Naya rushed into this circle, and then bumped into

Their heads were broken and bleeding, and most people swallowed their anger and left with bruises all over their bodies.A very small number of people have managed to get ahead... Naya is the only one who dares to face the evil forces and leave heroically..."

"so,"