Extraordinary daily life starting from evil spirits

Not enough capital...

R&D system and software?

That's a way out, but what exactly?

Engage in games?

It's not difficult, but the key is to get some kind of it?

While thinking about this, he returned to the bedroom.

"How about...get some professional certificates first? Think about what type is better to get?"

First, I selected a few industries and thought about it. The fastest and easiest to get started should be senior programmers, who take exams several times a year and do not need to work hours.

As for chefs and Chinese medicine practitioners, it is more troublesome. Both of them need a certain amount of work experience to apply for professional certificates.

As for other things, it will take longer.

"So, even though I have enough ability, I don't have the corresponding time... How can I take the qualification certificate if I don't have time?"

After thinking about it, I directly added my resume report on the online report form of the JYPC National Vocational Qualification Examination Certification Center.

"Emmmm... Why don't you paint? Anyway, it doesn't cost much to paint now?"

That's right... What I have now is technology. Unlike those jobs that require a long time to hone before applying for a certificate, painters don't need to apply for a professional certificate at all?

Hmm... How about opening a live broadcast room?

Singing, dancing, etc., anyway, don't need any capital?

"Thinking about it this way, there are actually quite a few ways."

While thinking, I opened Sophie Po and clicked to open the mailbox. I didn't decompress it directly from the Internet, but downloaded all the attached files, and then opened it to read.

After all, this can avoid exposing your identity on the Internet.

After downloading the file, I opened the mailbox, and when I opened it, I couldn't help but sigh.

"Shan Xuelin... is quite capable."

That's right, at least in my opinion, it is enough to be able to get the photos of the deceased. I don't know how Shan Xuelin got these photos, but there is no doubt that these photos should be Photos taken by the medical examiner at the scene.

Each picture is very clear, and the situation of the dying person is also perfectly photographed.

When I saw the first photo, the death of Lili and Bai Yao instantly came to my mind.

There is almost no big difference. Their death methods are all the result of being bitten by some kind of wild beast.

Moreover, aside from Lili, at least Bai Yao and Zhang Yang's death conditions are very similar.

It was also hung around his neck by his own intestines, and then fell to the ceiling. The difference was that Zhang Yang's intestines were directly buried in the ceiling.

And Bai Yao's intestines were hung on the chandelier.

Is this... a common denominator?

The way of death is so similar and both sides are hung up, what does this... mean?

"Hang it up...hang it up...the feet don't touch the ground...doesn't feel real? Isn't it safe?"

If it was someone else, the first thing to do would be to analyze the way of death, but I didn't, because I know that to guess a weird way of committing a crime is just like a joke, and a weird way of committing a crime can never be guessed by human thinking.

Therefore, I skipped this aspect directly, and what I focused on was why Weird used this method...to kill people.

gives the feeling...

"It seems very ceremonial?"

Correct!

It's a sense of ritual!

But... the thinking of the weird itself is far from that of human beings, and this sense of ritual is nothing more than a superfluous thing for the weird. Why does this happen?

Put your index finger on your lips and tap it lightly. I don't know if it was influenced by Lu Haochen. This guy likes to tap the table when he thinks, but my skin sensitivity is much higher than his, and it hurts to knock on the table, so I just tapped my lips.

"Sense of ritual... sense of ritual... weird why do you need such a death?"

"At twelve o'clock in the middle of the night...the phone call...advance notice...behind...the death...I always feel that there seems to be some connection between them."

If you can't find any clues in reality, then speculate from the psychological level.

"It's twelve o'clock in the middle of the night. For normal people, believe it or not, they will feel a little scary. Calling...notifying in advance is to create a sense of terror? Or to give people a chance to escape? Never show your face, whether it is Zhang Yang Or Bai Yao, I always died after hearing the words 'I am behind you', Zhang Yang's specific situation is not clear, but Bai Yao died like this..."

Thinking, I got out of bed, took out a bottle of Fat House Happy Water from the small refrigerator in the room, then took out two half-cooked cheeses, stuffed one into my mouth, opened the bottle cap and took a big gulp. Immediately, the spirit was lifted.

"At twelve o'clock in the middle of the night with a little horror and mystery, calling in advance to notify death, and not showing his face, the death... still has a sense of ritual, no matter how you think... such a logical way of killing is not As much as a freak can do."

After reasoning to this point, another problem arises.

Looking at my little feet... I am a little strange, why I am 1.7 meters long, and my feet are only 34 yards. According to this rule, even if I grow to 1.8 meters, it is estimated to be only 35 yards?

emmm... Although the little feet are cute, the chassis is not stable!

Walking to the balcony, looking at the yard below, under the sparkling water, colorful koi are leisurely wandering in the water.

In the southeast corner of the yard, Linnai was wearing a black and white maid outfit, holding a shower, adding new vitality to the vegetation.

In the northeast corner of the yard, there was an occasional roar of an engine, and Shaohe was checking the condition of the car in the garage on the second floor above ground.

The entire courtyard gives people a sense of leisure and contentment, not rushing or impatient.

And all of this made my mind clear for a while.

"Weird, it's impossible to make such a ritualistic and logical way of killing, unless..."

Chapter 31 The Old Man

"Unless... it's man-made?"

However... even if it is deduced to this point, there are still many doubts that cannot be explained.

First of all, time goes back, which cannot be explained by a simple sentence of 'man-made'.

Using intestines to hang people from the ceiling, even if people can do it, it still needs enough equipment, and it is impossible to leave no traces behind.

But let alone the scene of Zhang Yang's death, at least I personally went to confirm the situation after Bai Yao's death, it is definitely not a technique that humans can do.

If someone was really there at that time, it would be impossible to escape the smell of the evil spirit body.

Therefore, no matter how you look at it, it cannot be done by ordinary people.

But... when did Weird become so ritualistic?

No matter which weirdness I encountered before, there was no similar sense of ritual in it.

The sheep's head is weird, this is the first weirdness I have encountered, but although it kills people, it kills people in different ways, and it doesn't eat the human body, but eats the soul.

And the weirdness this time is obviously eating human flesh.

What's more, APP will not simply send out criminal threats to human beings.

In other words, up to now, there are still too many puzzles that have not been solved, and there are too few clues, so even though there is a faint feeling that these key points are involved, they are not connected at all.

"If this is just the method of murder forced by APP, then what is hidden in this method of murder? APP should not simply want to kill people at 12 o'clock."

Doubts, more and more clarifications, but there seems to be implicated in it, but it seems to have nothing to do with it.

"hiss……"

Thinking of this, my mind couldn't help being a little messy, and I scratched my long hair, feeling bored for a while.

Anyway, there will be another dead person tonight, and after 12 o'clock tonight, before the final time limit of my death, there are only two people left.

"Is the task of this app release centered on me? If so... then is it possible that this game release is partly due to me?"

There are no clues, and now I can only guess wildly. Now, the only thing that can prove everything is the remaining three other deceased who excluded me.

If...these three people don't have any memory about the player, then it is enough to prove that the game this time started with me as the center, or...I am the penultimate one?

But no matter what, there are too few clues now, and reasoning is really unsustainable.

Even in such a worried state like me, time is still passing by mercilessly, drop by drop... drop by drop...

Tonight, I still didn't go to bed early, but lay on the bed. Since I knew I couldn't hide, I didn't need to hide. It's better to face it head-on.

While playing FXXO, I occasionally pay attention to the time. In this way, I played from nine o'clock to about 11:30.

Seeing that [-]:[-] was approaching, I put down the board, stretched fiercely, closed my eyes and rested my mind, waiting for that moment to come.

The moment it happened, I felt that strange feeling again, the whole world seemed to stand still for a moment, and then, my eyes flickered.

In a trance, his eyes suddenly lit up, and his vision gradually became clear.

Hmm...why is my vision so blurry?

Oh~ By the way, I have presbyopia.

"Hey……"

There is a serious sense of fatigue on the body.

"Old~ I can't compare to young people..."

While talking, I hunched over and came to the door of the steamed stuffed bun shop in an old-fashioned way.

Speaking of which, my wife has been gone for many years.

I glanced left and right, although it was blurry, I could still distinguish the figures.

"Grandpa Zhang, bring me a drawer of buns."

"Hey, okay... wait a minute."

As he spoke, he reached out to take it from the top drawer of the cage drawer, then took the bag and packed the buns.

"Is Junjun helping mother with work again today? It's amazing."

Looking at the ten-year-old girl in front of me, her home is opposite to my bun shop, and her mother is just an ordinary office worker. This child has no father since he was a child, so he is very sensible. What about the children of the poor?

"Give~"

There was a low and hoarse voice from the old and feeble throat.

"Thank you, Grandpa Zhang."

Although it was blurry, the smile on Junjun's face still made me feel much better.

I took the money, got the change, and watched the little girl go away. A smile appeared on my face...unconsciously.

In this way, while looking at the familiar streets around me that have not changed for many years, I am familiar with selling buns.

My small shop is open all day long. I am old and can't work anymore, and I can't stay up late at night. It's just that people call me every day these few nights.

Speaking of which... these three nights seem to have been three days, right?

Hey... the young people nowadays really have no quality at all, how can they play such a prank on an old man?

But... I seem to have forgotten something, what is it?

Why!Forget it, when people get old, their memory is not good, and it is normal not to remember.

"It seems... this small shop won't last long."

"Uncle Zhang, bring me two drawers of buns."

Suddenly, a young man's voice came through, um... I said young, but I was not very young. When I heard this voice, I knew who it was.

After all, I, an old man, have opened a bun shop here for more than [-] years.

"Xiao Wang... You got off work early today?"

I looked up at the clock, and I got off work at four o'clock, which should be considered quite early.

"Ah~ well, there is something wrong with the company, so I got off work early today."

"Oh...what's the matter?"

I asked in an old voice, after all, now that I am old, there is nothing else I can do except to watch some fun and listen to some stories.

"It's... nothing."

Hmm... It seems that Xiao Wang doesn't want to say it, so forget it.