Chapter Twelve: Past Life Regression

  I was stunned for a long time, staring at the elegant and refined man in front of me. I took a closer look at his face and indeed it was the same person from just now. I stuttered for a while: "You... aren't you..."

  "Oh, I just went to change clothes." Wang Cheng smiled, "I'm afraid of encountering pickpockets on the road, so I deliberately dressed myself up in a sloppy way."

  I: “……”

  Jiang Zhen couldn't help but burst out laughing, then opened a can of Coke: "Alright, let's get down to business. Shu Lian, you go first."

  "En." I sorted out my thoughts and said, "As you know, within four days, three men took the last subway and died under strange circumstances. Yesterday, Jiang Zhen and I found some clues, this route was once very popular... We also went to the police station for an autopsy, and I found that the wounds on their bodies were..."

  Wang Cheng interrupted me: "Sorry, may I interrupt you for a moment? You said that from the corpse's body, you obtained three identical black threads?"

  I pulled out three thin black threads from a small bag I was carrying: "Here, take a look. Maybe you can figure out how they died."

  Wang Cheng grasped the black thread, closing his eyes. In a place where others couldn't see, his palm faintly emitted a soft glow. Before long, he opened his eyes and gravely spat out a mouthful of air: "A murderous technique unheard of."

  Jiang Zhun was taken aback and hastily asked: "Did you see it?"

  Wang Cheng nodded: "The deceased had their souls taken away before entering the subway car. After entering the car, there was a black line condensed from resentment, oh, it's this one, piercing into the back of their brain. At that time, they were already considered dead, and then there was a force holding up their corpses and throwing them onto the tracks."

  This scene was narrated by him in the tone of a bystander, so it seemed illogical. However, both of them understood that the black line was actually a concentrated resentment and was indeed a deadly weapon.

  Wang Cheng shook his head and immediately said: "Shu Ling, continue speaking, did you guys take the last subway?"

  "Yes, finally we took the last subway and saw that group of ghosts, met a man named Ryu Kwon, and then... Ah, yes, there were two more people, survivors."

  "Survivor?" Wang Cheng furrowed his brow, showing confusion.

  I nodded: "It's like this, I have two classmates who took the last subway home the night before last. According to their own descriptions, they also saw a man wearing ancient armor on the subway, but they didn't die immediately, instead they were warned that every night they had to take the last subway. Last night we met them and brought them out. But they have already been possessed by unclean things."

  "Why is that?" Wang Cheng became even more perplexed. "I mean, why choose not to kill them, but instead let them take the last subway every night?"

  I also said: "I asked them, they don't know either."

  Wang Cheng looked at Jiang Zhun, who had always been taciturn: "Handsome guy, what's your opinion?"

  "Cough cough, his name is Jiang Zhun." I choked out, hastily adding, "My name is Shu Ling, I forgot to introduce myself earlier."

  Wang Cheng smiled: "I know. Jiang Zhun, do you have any ideas?"

  Jiang Zhen fell silent for a moment, then looked at me: "Do you still remember that subway ghost story you showed me yesterday morning? I think the reason Wu Fan and Shang Jin escaped death is probably because those people got bored and wanted to change their torture method."

  "You're saying......" I thought of this and felt a chill in my heart.

  In that ghost story, the little girl didn't kill the male lead because she wanted him to play with her rubber ball, and instead asked him to come back and ride the subway again the next evening. Is it possible that in this case, the ghosts also didn't kill Wu Fan and his friend because they wanted to torment them?

  "What are you talking about?" Wang Cheng frowned.

  I took out my phone, found that group of long pictures and handed them over to him. After Wang Cheng finished looking at them, he first sneered, then thought for a moment and asked: "I do have an opinion."

  "What?" Jiang Zhun and I asked in unison.

  Wang Cheng did not say explicitly: "Do you have any personal belongings of Wu Fan and Shang Jin?"

  Jiang Zhun had just thought of saying no, but I took out a keychain, removed one of the pendants from it and handed it over: "This was Wu Fan's, he used it for three years, see if it works?"

  Seeing two men casting puzzled glances at me, I dryly said: "What are you looking at? Hurry up and do the right thing."

  Jiang Zhen withdrew his gaze, Wang Cheng let out a snort, then picked up the pendant, pulled out a tissue, and carefully wiped off the dust on the pendant. Afterwards, he placed the pendant on the table in front of him. At the same time, he took out a folding dagger from his body, cut two small incisions on his index and middle fingers, squeezed out two drops of blood, and dripped them onto the pendant.

  "Help me keep an eye on the surroundings, don't interrupt me." As he said this, Wang Cheng's careless expression disappeared, leaving only a solemn look. Just now, he used the Black Line Divine Communication because of the short time interval, so the method was simple. Now that it's calculated to be a past life and present life, naturally, some effort can't be spared.

  He immediately closed his eyes, and the two hands placed on the table pinched out an imperceptible fingerprint. A faint fluorescent light rose from between the two hands, forming a rainbow bridge that perfectly enveloped the pendant.

  Jiang Zhun's gaze fell on Wang Cheng's hand, I looked at it for a while, but then shifted my gaze away.

  It's just that this pendant didn't seem to be a bother on ordinary days, but today I took it out specially and suddenly felt uncomfortable in my heart. Thinking of Wu Fan, thinking back to when we were still together, I was so persistent about getting this three-year-old used pendant from him, Wu Fan couldn't resist me, so he took it off and gave it to me. I remember at the time he even laughed at me for being silly, not wanting a new one but instead wanting an old one.

  At that time, I just thought that it would be good to have some connection with his past. Thinking again today, I couldn't help but think, isn't it the fate of heaven?