Otherworldly Merchant

I immediately started to prepare, and I hung up a neutral pen and placed an A4 paper underneath, and the tip was just on the paper.

Undoubtedly, I intend to ask questions using the method of inviting pencil fairies!

But unlike the usual people who are idle and have nothing to do with exciting pencil fairy games, they're just pulling a walker ghost to answer questions, and I'm going to ask a specific ghost.

So I drew a circle around the table with cock blood to make sure that what's out there doesn't get in and what's inside doesn't get out!

After that, I left the disposable paper cup that sealed the wrongful soul of the reasoning writer on the table and burned three columns of sandalwood to fill it up. Wang Xu looked at me and did these preparations with amazement and said: “Sister Xin Moon said you are an antique dealer, how can an antique dealer do this? ”

“Doesn't it take all-powerful talent to do anything these days?” I laughed and opened the paper cup, and a shady wind burst out and attached it to the pen.

I cleared my throat and started asking, "Who are you? ”

The neutral pen moved and wrote the writer's pen name. Wang Xu stared.

I pulled out the paper and stuffed another A4: “Who was the killer in your reasoning novel Blood Apartment? ”

The pen stopped moving. The other party would certainly not want to answer this question immediately. I explained to him that I was going to fill the pit for him, saying that his thinking was too thorough. We had no way to ask him personally. I hope that he would help.

The writer was finally persuaded and the pen slowly wrote a few words on the paper: "Guest number three. ”

“So that's it!” Wang Xu shouted excitedly: “Yes, this is the most reasonable ending, I understand! ”

“That's it?” I asked.

“Okay.” Wang Xu's head is like a chicken pecker.

My appetite was also hung. Asked him to send me a copy of the novel after it was released. Wang Xu agreed.

Wang Xu said: "Boss Zhang, this is an amazing move. If you have time in the future, invite Cao Xuexin's unjust soul from Cao Di Fu too, fill in the pit of" Red House Dream "! ”

“Pull it down, you child is really strange, where can I find Cao Xueqin's ghost...” I chuckled.

I'm going to send away the writer's ghost. Yin Xinyue asked curiously: "Brother Zhang, I've never played Pen Xian before. Can I ask questions too? ”

“Sure.” I nodded.

Yin Xinyue thought, “Pen, do you think I'm pretty? ”

Wait a minute, the pen says "yes” on the paper.

I laughed a little bit: "What kind of problem is that? Isn't that the obvious truth? ”

“That doesn't count. I'll ask another one.” Yin Xinyue thought about it and asked, “Who killed you? ”

The newspaper said that the online writer had committed suicide because of the stress of his life, and I'm sure he would have written two words about suicide, but the pen wrote a name: "Wiggo! ”

Yoon Xinyue and I were shocked, and I rushed to ask, "Why did Vigo kill you? ”

This time the pen didn't move, I probably didn't know, so I burned three more incenses and sent the writer's ghost back to the disposable cup.

Never thought to unintentionally invite Peng Xian once, he actually brought out such truth. Wiggo must have sold the pen to these writers separately, killed one person before retrieving it, and sold it to the next. No wonder he would be chased by the unjust soul!

This is the most desolate behavior in the shady circle. If it had been in my grandfather's time, it would have been able to clean up the portal.

After Yin Xinyue left with Wang Xu, I called several acquaintances of Weigo to inquire about his whereabouts. They all said that Weigo had not been home in a long time. His wife had also returned to his mother's house with the children, and the store was closed, so I didn't know where he had gone.

So, I put out a message in the circle and offered a reward of 100,000 yuan to find out where Wiggo is. This time, I went out and cured the scum of this insidious world at all costs!

Another day later, Li Mazi called and said that he had found Meng Dongno: “Brother Zhang Jia, come quickly, this guy is about to write himself to death, I won't listen to my lips break. ”

“You wait for me.” I said.

I drove to the address that Li Mazi gave me. I was a stranger to this part of the place and asked the passers-by for half a day to find out where the hostel was located. Then he went up to the third floor, and a room was open, and there was a voice from Li Mazi.

I went in and Meng Dongno squatted in a chair with an infusion stand next to him, and he hung a word of glucose on one side, and he had a cigarette in his mouth, smoking his eyebrows. The ash was already burning down, but his fingers were pounding so fast on the keyboard that he didn't even have the kung fu to bounce off the ash.

I was relieved to see Meng Dongno alive.

“You're finally here! Look at this shit, I just said two words to him, almost did it with me.” Li Mazi's face was troubled.

“Screenwriter Meng, let's go back.” I persuade.

“Go away! Don't interfere with my creative enthusiasm, I'm just 200,000 words away, and I'll give you my pen back...” Meng Dong said ambitiously.

“I'll tell you the truth, you can't finish the script. ”

“If you don't disturb me, I'm your biggest supporter!” Meng Dongno dumped my hand.

I can't cry, good words are hard to persuade the bloody ghost, I can't reason with this person, just tie it away.

At this time, I smelled blood. I looked around and the bed sheets were neat. Meng Dongno hasn't slept at all for two days and there is no blood on the ground. I looked up and asked Li Mazi: “Do you smell blood? ”

“Did you?” Li Mazi sniffed: “I didn't smell anything! ”

“Excuse me, hand me the ashtray next to you.” Meng Dongno pinched his cigarette butt and said.

I didn't really think about it. I reached out to the ashtray next to it. The ashtray was tempered glass. It was very heavy and washed quite nicely. However, I reached out and it was sticky. It seemed to be stained with something. And then again, it was full of blood!

When I looked back, Li Mazi and Meng Dongno, who had just spoken, were all gone. Only one person lay on the floor and lost a lot of blood on his head.

There was blood all over the ground, and my footprints were all over it.

And the bloody ashtray in my hand is obviously the murder weapon!

I was buzzing in my head, knowing that I had been set up, and hurriedly dropped the ashtray and headed outside, and suddenly two policemen came up on the other side of the hall and shouted, "Stop! ”

I thought if I got caught, I couldn't even wash myself jumping into the Yellow River, so I pulled my leg and ran, and the two cops were chasing after me so hard.

I ran out of the reception, saw my car parked not far away, and walked that way. Suddenly one hand grabbed my collar and pulled me back. I saw Li Mazi standing there, next to me was a street, a truck was whistling past me.

If he hadn't dragged me back, I'd have been killed!

Looking back, the two policemen who chased me disappeared.

“Zhang Jia Xiao, did you collide with evil, shouting that you couldn't stop shouting, straight to the street?” Li Mazi said in a panic

“What are you doing here?” I asked.

“I'm afraid you don't know the way. I'm waiting for you here. I didn't wait half a day.” Li Mazi said.

I realized at once that the scene, the police, the car in the house were illusions. I was fooled by a peanut pen, but the blood I touched and the person lying on the reception floor was real. It was Meng Dongno, and he was attacked.

“Shit, get back to the hostel!” I shouted.