"Director, the headquarters sent the information about Ji Qingchen, the last offering of the gloomy sacrifice," Ping Qianru carefully looked at Xuan Ji's face, always feeling that his face was covered with sadness and numbness that was strangled by fate, "Uh... do you want to hear it?"

Xuan Ji, who was unable to protect his privacy at any time, was disappointed: "Say."

"Ji Qingchen was born locally in Dongchuan. He was expelled from the school for a fight in high school. After working in a pyramid scheme organization for a while, the organization was banned by the public security organs, he worked odd jobs in a folk shop for a year. Maybe it was inspired there. This person later began to be addicted to 'metaphysics', selling folk remedies, fortune telling... He has done everything and has accumulated a lot of experience in fraud. The Internet has become more developed in the past two years. While shooting curiosity videos online, he is scamming people offline."

He is still a scammer who engages in "Internet Plus".

"You young people may not know the routines of these scammers, I'll tell you," Luo Cuicui may feel that she was not brave enough when she screamed in front of the new leader. She was eager to win over the presence and said in a situation, "First of all, you have to choose the kind of people who are rich and leisurely, love to think randomly, and have a little superstitious."

"Are you talking about the boy who was infected by the mirror flower water moon butterfly?" Yang Chao joined the discussion, "I remember he had used to his mother?"

"The child's parents divorced, and the mother and son live on the child support provided by their father. His mother has no formal job. Apart from playing mahjong, she just stares at the child all day long," Ping Qianru lowered her head and looked through the information. "But the child's father is in business and is quite rich. He is given a generous monthly child support. The mother and son can also be said to be 'no money when they have free time'."

Luo Cuicui said: "Yes, when the victim's background investigation is clear, the first step is to let the child caregiver go to "get the trap". First prepare a bunch of words like "How many people in your family, who are you, what's going on recently?"

Yang Chao asked hesitantly: "Now there are people who are fooled like this. Isn't science popularization every day on TV?"

"The fool who was deceived doesn't read popular science, and there is something else behind it - the second step is to 'pretend to be a ghost'. First, talk about your past affairs. If you don't believe it, I suspect it was my investigation. Okay, I will calculate the future for you. Generally, you will say, 'You have a little bit of money this month' or 'You have to pay attention to these days, if a little ghost is stumbled on you', etc., it will be accurate." Luo Cuicui said with spitting, "For example, when financial management expires, unit bonuses, and stocks make money, this can be called the so-called 'partial money'. Those who are targeted by scammers are rich, every month they are all rich people.

Is it normal to have some extra income? For example, at the end of the year, at the end of the quarter, whether those who work or school are busy, it is inevitable that some trouble will occur in a busy life. This can be explained as "mercury retrograde", and of course it can also be explained as "little devil's trip". If the liar is really unlucky, the victim happens to have no extra money and no trouble, it is easy to deal with. Find someone to throw five dollars at his door, or instruct a few hooligans to tick him a tire, or something, it can be said that it has come true - at this point, people who originally believed a little can believe it 70% or 80%.

Ping Qianru asked studiously: "How can the victims be fully trusted?"

Lao Luo raised a finger at her in a daze and shook it: "No money is charged."

"No money?"

"Yes, you don't charge money. As long as you are free, everything you say is reasonable. In the last step, you will tell the victim, 'You will have a bloody disaster at some point. I will do it too shallowly and I can't save you'. Don't say it too clearly, you have to be vague, such as 'You know who you have offended', and let the victim think about it for himself, and then run away before the victim comes to the door for the second time. You don't charge a penny and run away. The victim will become more and more afraid when he thinks about it when he returns. If he is afraid, he will be irrational."

Yang Chao rubbed his nose, which was always red: "What if the victim is scared away and asked someone for help?"

"No, scammers in the world all have territory. Everyone knows each other in the field. If you want to stay here for a long time, no one intercepts this kind of fool," Xuan Ji took the conversation and turned to Ping Qianru, "Pang Ya, you can make up your identity later, leave a message under the video of the beard, and say...what are the symptoms of those deceived victims?"

"Oh, they said that it was like hysterical, or possessed evil, talking nonsense, and being crazy. They knew it in their hearts, but they seemed to be "upper body" and could not control their bodies. They could only occasionally take advantage of the "upper body" ghost to have the opportunity to send some help messages to their family... But except for the last boy, the help messages were written in ordinary words - Director, you said that these scammers in the world were not really using mirror flowers, water moon butterflies to harm people and cheat people for money, right?"

Xuan Ji's expression was a little solemn.

According to the records in the "Thousand Demons Picture Book", the typical host parasitized by human-faced butterflies is not the symptom of this "ghost body".

When a butterfly falls on a person, everything will imitate the host. Whenever the host thinks, the butterfly lets the body do whatever it wants. So at first, the host cannot feel that its central nervous system and the circuit of the body have been cut off. After a few days, the host will find that the body has some uncontrollable small movements, cramps, trembling, etc., but ordinary people may feel that they are just too tired and will not go too far into their hearts until the Butterfly God completely controls the host without realizing it. Then at some point it will suddenly withdraw its disguise and no longer follow the host's own thoughts. The host will suddenly "lose" control of the body and be locked in the body without any resistance until it dies.

But the butterflies on the boy's body were already mutated varieties. I was afraid that these scammers got the mirage flower, water moon butterfly eggs from somewhere, and then they made a mutant species by randomly making them. I didn't know how terrible this thing was. I used a grenade as a cannon.

But then again, "Thousand Demons Picture Book" and the human demon both called the butterfly "human-faced butterfly". The butterfly source was not written on the picture book. Will the demon know?

Xuan Ji's eyes fell on the heavy sword at his hand, wanting to pull the devil out of it and ask.

As soon as his thoughts came to mind, Sheng Lingyuan, who had originally entered into meditation, suddenly shook his consciousness. He suddenly woke up, his spiritual consciousness was almost injured, and a sound of "Where is the origin of a human-faced butterfly?" sounded in his ear like a yellow clock.

Sheng Lingyuan's ears buzzed. At that moment, Xuan Ji felt that the connection between him and the devil in the sword was renewed. Countless complicated memories surged into the other party's mind, and several shocking scenes flashed by - corpses all over the ground, men, women, young and old, thousands of piled up together, and all his lifeless eyes were looking at him.

A layer of chill rose from Xuan Ji's spine, but before he could see clearly, the messy scenes and thoughts were suppressed again.

Sheng Lingyuan's thoughts fell silent again and forced himself to re-enter the meditation.

"director?"

Xuan Ji was alarmed by Ping Qianru's throat: "Hmm...ah?"

Ping Qianru is very good at observing words and expressions, and always feels a little shock flashing across his face: "Do you... have any other instructions?"

Xuan Ji waved his hand: "It's gone, let's go get busy."

A moment later, a "help-seeking post" was quietly hung under the video that Ji Qingchen would never update again.

Ji Qingchen was a place where all kinds of scammers and superstitious enthusiasts gathered together. Not long after the fishing post was posted, they received various private messages and replies.

Several people from the aftermath department searched and collected various information separately. Xuan Ji pretended to flip the web page while slowly stroked the sword with his fingertips. Thinking of the scene just now, he had a vague guess in his heart and decided to do an experiment.

He stared at the heavy sword, concentrated his energy, and thought to himself: "Your Masahidun, do you like eating green peppers?" [Note]

If Sheng Lingyuan had a physical entity, he could make him go astray and go astray - he was forced to break into meditation again. This time, what rushed out of his sea of ​​consciousness was not the sound, but an unheard smell of plants, bitter and strange, with a mouth full of fishy smell of grass and trees.

Xuan Ji immediately felt that the sword body was cold a few times, and a surging murderous intent rushed towards him. He hid his face behind the computer screen, and the small mole on the corner of his eyes floated up, showing a wicked smile: "Oh, it seems that I don't like it."

Sheng Lingyuan had a strong self-control and quickly suppressed his emotions: "What do you want?"

"A new round of negotiations and consultations."

"explain."

Xuan Ji raised his legs and crossed his legs: "Look, senior, you can turn on the lifting state of meditation at any time without my permission, which makes me very inconvenient. As for me, because I am the master of the sword, if you can knock you out of the state of meditation at any time without your permission, it will also make you very inconvenient. Why do you think this is necessary - why can't we agree on a way to get along with both parties that are comfortable?"

Sheng Lingyuan: "For example?"

"Knock at each other's door, everyone is polite, sir." Xuan Ji said, "You promise to give me a signal every time you enter into meditation and open your eyes. I promise to ask if there are any questions and don't quarrel with you. How about it?"

The Lord of the Demons is good at sweet talk. If you are engaged in the telecommunications fraud industry, you will definitely have outstanding achievements.

But apart from the surface skills, I didn't like to talk nonsense. As soon as Xuan Ji finished speaking, he felt a move in his heart before he could discuss how to realize this idea. Then, a wooden door appeared in his consciousness, simple and beautiful. The wooden door was supported on the stone frame, and two clean door panels, except for the wood itself, there were no excessive patterns and no door knockers. There was a pair of smooth-sanded stones inlaid on the door knocker.

It looks like it can be struck.

This thought came to Xuan Ji's mind when he heard a "ding" sound, as if a silver bottle bumped gently, and the lingering sound was very long, and it was uploaded from the stone inlaid on the door.

Sheng Lingyuan's words are Rujin Dao: "Take this as a name."

After saying that, the two door panels were automatically closed from the inside, which means that Sheng Lingyuan used the method of entering into meditation to isolate the contact between the two people.

Xuan Ji likes everything with a design sense and has a habit of collecting - the figure certificate for the whole cabinet in his study. He usually can't walk on antique furniture and old record shops, so he gritted his teeth and rented a two-bedroom apartment in a place where every inch of land was worth every inch, and lived a poor life.

As soon as he saw this, he was hit by something in his heart. He admired it for a long time, and only regretted that the things others put in his consciousness could not be photographed with his mobile phone.

What did this demon who claimed to be the surname "Sheng" do during his lifetime? It tasted so well. However, the design of this branch does not look like the style of the people of the Central Plains, but rather like an unknown ethnic minority.

Xuan Ji suddenly became curious about the identity of "Sheng Lingyuan".

At this time, Ping Qianru next to him interrupted his appreciation of art: "Director, read this reply."

I saw someone posted a question under the post they posted: "Are they the symptoms that appeared after the 10th of last month?"

"This is a newly registered trumpet," said Ping Qianru. "On the tenth of last month...didn't we infer the time when the boy was infected with a butterfly?"

Xuan Ji reached a short-term agreement with the devil, his thoughts were temporarily liberated, and his mind could turn around. He immediately retracted his attention: "Ask him how he knew."

Ping Qianru immediately replied as she said that the other party sent a private message for a while, but there was no answer, and he also raised another question: "Where is your evil relative living?"

Xuan Ji called out a map of Dongchuan and clicked a point in a certain area above. Ping Qianru replied: "It's from Beixiaoba."

The "relative" that Xuan Ji and the others mentioned was not fabricated out of thin air - they borrowed a real identity. This person is a gangster living near the infected boy's home. He is idle every day and robs the child of pocket money. It's not a thing. He once had a conflict with the boy after the boy was infected with the Mirror Flower Water Moon Butterfly. He may have been brave in grabbing money and looks quite fat and has unfortunately been selected by the Butterfly as a host. He has been secretly isolated by the Extraordinary Control Bureau.

The other party responded quickly this time: "He is from Beixiaoba, so do you know this child?"

A photo is attached below, which is the infected boy.

Both sides had a few rounds of conversations, asking the other party to "contain" all the information about their fake identities. Xuan Ji and the others could basically confirm that this was an insider and knew a lot, and it was probably Ji Qingchen's child caregiver who didn't show up.

Finally, the other party said: "I know Teacher Ji. He has been away recently and is not in the local area. He left some things for me before leaving. Maybe someone who is destined to come to ask him for help. I can give it to you, but it may not work. You have to be mentally prepared."

Ping Qianru immediately typed and replied: "You can do as much money as you want, as long as there is a way to save people."

Hesitated for a while, Ping Qianru hurriedly added at Xuan Ji's suggestion: "We can give half of the money first. No matter whether it is possible or not, you don't have to refund it. As long as you can help us contact Teacher Ji."

They are stupid and have a lot of money, so of course the other party comes very quickly. Ping Qianru just finished talking about giving money, and she left a meeting place, which was quite lacking in the temperament of a master.

Xuan Ji: "Let's go!"

The plane passed through the clouds, and the badge of the alien control bureau on the tail was hooked by the sunlight with a layer of gold edge - it was a pattern of two tree vines tightly wrapped around a sword - and it roared to the Dongchuan Airport.

The field offices in the local branch were isolated because they were suspected of being infected with the Mirror Flower Water Moon Butterfly. Fortunately, the reception car and the driver were still sent out. The people of Dongchuan were rich, and even the bus level was two levels higher than that of the underdeveloped economically in the Chiyuan Valley.

The car drove on the road, and the Demon Lord of the Sword was about to come out and breathe. Xuan Ji heard the "ding" in the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness, immediately gathered his thoughts and prepared.

Although Sheng Lingyuan had no conscience, he was really polite. As long as he didn't turn against the side and kill someone, the devil was not stingy at all. After knocking on the door, he waited for a while with a grace, as if he left time for Xuan Ji to pack up his clothes. Then a subtle noise surged deep in Xuan Ji's consciousness - another consciousness "awakened" from the state of meditation.

Sheng Lingyuan did not come out to "ventilate". He would not even be unable to sit still for this time. The master of fasting went into seclusion and entered into meditation for ten days and half a month. However, when he arrived in Dongchuan, he suddenly felt distracting thoughts and could not calm down no matter what.

Has he been here before?

Can't remember it anymore.

Dongchuan is a big city with a lot of roads and bridges and high-rise buildings. Zhongqiu is the peak season for local tourism. At this time, it is full of traffic, tourists are everywhere, and the roads are blocked into dogs.

They walked and stopped and moved to the city. It was almost evening when they moved to the city. They were standing side by side with a minibus pulling the Sunset Red Tourist Group. Sheng Lingyuan looked out through the sword body standing by the car window, and saw a group of middle-aged and elderly people wearing small orange hats sang loudly at him: "From fearlessness, never surrender, fight bravely, and to eliminate the reactionaries!"

Sheng Lingyuan: "..."

What the hell is this place? How can it be so noisy?

After moving for about half an hour, I finally moved to an intersection. When the tourist minibus turned around, Sheng Lingyuan's vision suddenly widened and he saw the outskirts of Dongchuan City at first sight. There were distant mountains like dark clouds, and the lights at the foot of the mountain gradually rose up, surged up the hillside and turned into mist.

Xuan Ji's temple jumped for no reason, and he felt a picture flashing in his heart in the human demon in the sword - under the huge pear tree, flowers falling like snow, a few children with blurred faces jumped down from the tree, and a few songs that they couldn't understand came from a distance...

The scene was fleeting, and Sheng Lingyuan realized that his thoughts were leaking and immediately focused on eliminating distracting thoughts.

However, Xuan Ji felt a melody for no reason, and it happened to be followed by the song just now.

Sheng Lingyuan in the sword was stunned: "How do you know this song?"

"It sounds familiar," Xuan Ji scratched his face, "Maybe he has heard it?... Some stores like to play niche songs - what is this?"

There was no sound from Sheng Lingyuan. I don’t know if I don’t remember or don’t want to answer. Xuan Ji felt that he was focused on looking at the scenery outside the window, emptying his thoughts, and starting to cycle singles in his mind unethically.

When they arrived at the agreed location with the suspect, Xuan Ji's mind was washed away so that only this foreign language song was left.
To be continued...