Chapter 1: The Strange Occurrence on Guard Spirit Night

  At this time, Wang Han had already turned around and saw Shi An, as well as me following behind.

  He smiled and said: "So soon you're here, how did you bring that silly girl? Hey, silly girl, have you just come back from the front line?"

  I know I look a bit unsightly now, but I still don't like being called "fatso", so I gloomily went up to him and said: "My name is not stupid girl, my name is Guan Xiaoxian!"

  The fat boy smiled foolishly.

  Shu An asked him in a cold voice as usual: "Where is Youyou?"

  "Go on in!"

  He nodded and before stepping into the house, he instructed: "Take good care of her, don't let her run around!"

  I thought I wasn't a kid anymore, why so much nagging?

  Wang Han turned around and said to me, "You see, your family's Shi An is really concerned about you!"

  "Concerned about me?" I pointed to my own face, thinking that this fatty must have some cognitive problems, but now I don't want to offend him, so I forced a smile and asked: "Fatty brother, did you see the things posted on the stairs?"

  "You're talking about Suo Soul Symbol!"

  I suddenly realized that what Bo An said earlier was actually about the Soul-Sealing Charm.

  It's just that there were too many messy things stuck on it earlier, and I didn't notice.

  I asked him again: "What is this Soul-Searching Symbol used for?"

  "Didn't your family's Shu An tell you?" Wang Han asked curiously.

  I shook my head, how could that ancestor possibly have the patience to tell me? I wanted to know, so I had to ask someone else, so I immediately put a tall hat on the fat boy.

  "I'd rather not hear him say things like this, I prefer asking people who are easier to talk to."

  Fatso smiled complacently and nodded in agreement: "That's right, your family's Shu An is not very patient, indeed not as good at understanding people as I am!"

  "Hey, fat brother, tell me what's going on?"

  He clapped his hands and went on in detail: "It's like this, the owner of the house is a 35-year-old single woman, who was found dead at her home this morning..."

  As he spoke, the fat man paused for a moment and leaned in to whisper: "To ordinary people, this is just a murder case, but we know that this case is not simple."

  I blinked and asked, "What's not simple about it?"

  He turned around and pointed to both sides of the corridor, explaining in detail: "You see, the entrance and exit of this house are pasted with soul-searching symbols. The person who posted these symbols is obviously a knowledgeable person. Why do they want to search for souls? They must be trying to capture the victim's soul!"

  Then he took me into the house and I was almost stunned by the scene in front of me, a floor covered with red candles, some of which had already burned out while others were still lit.

  But now they have all gone out and are scattered all over the place.

  This scene is all too familiar to me, because it has appeared in my dreams more than once.

  Fatso didn't notice the change on my face and led me inside, I asked in a daze: "Was the deceased nailed to the ceiling?"

  Two policemen standing next to us were discussing the case, and suddenly they heard me, a newcomer, say this sentence, and they looked over in surprise.

  "How did you know it was nailed to the ceiling? We've already had professionals bring down the body!"

  My heart tightened, and it really came true!

  That was clearly a bizarre dream of mine, but now it has become reality. The fear of the unknown that lurked in my heart immediately surged up.