Xuefu New Village is located in Yangliu District, southern suburbs of Linjiang City.

Further to Nanliangzhan Road, there are several university campuses in Linjiang City, art colleges, normal schools, Linzhong University, foreign languages, etc.

Qin Kun is now in a new village of the most marginal Xuefu.

It is adjacent to the river water, and villas and tall buildings in the new village live in mixed villages, with dense vegetation and a very good environment.

At 11 o'clock in the evening, Qin Kun followed Xu Tao and Monk Shui all the way to the undecorated villa area.

"Qin Kun, that female ghost is inside!" Xu Tao said with a promise.

At this time, he no longer had to make a promise. Qin Kun could even notice that it was gloomy and strange here.

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“1,2,3,4,4 bikes?”

Qin Kun was curious. This place doesn’t look like a place where people live, so how could there be bicycles?

"The Infinite Heavenly Lord, the Infinite Heaven, the Infinite Heaven Eyes look at the world!"

Qin Kun stroked his forehead vertically, opened his eyes to the sky, and saw it in his 50-meter radius.

His sky eyes were on the window of the villa and saw a group of young people busying themselves inside. The group of people were men and women, almost as big as Qin Xue.

Qin Kun was curious, what did these people come here for in the middle of the night? It doesn’t seem like a date.

"Brother Kun, it seems that there is a Yang person inside? Are we going to go in?" Niu Meng asked with a muffled groan.

"No, wait here first."

Qin Kun decided to take a look at the situation inside first and didn't want to show up yet.

In the villa, it was a little damp and gloomy.

There is a large bedroom on the second floor, with three men and two women, both of whom are gentle and elegant and clean.

A girl with ponytail looked at the tallest boy lighting candles and was a little scared: "President, do we really want to hire Bixian?"

The tallest boy, named Gao Wei, was wearing a sports jacket and said in a hurry: "Xiaoya, I'm afraid of having fun with the pen fairy?"

The ponytail girl said timidly: "No, no, I just feel that there is something around me, as if something is staring at us."

"Xiaoya, what about it? Cup fairy, fake death, we played with food at the intersection, and we didn't see any monsters or monsters."

A carefree boy with a round inch smiled: "But President, tomorrow's sports meet, you are a hero in your academy. Tonight, you are a long-distance running, and you are not ready for a long jump race?"

"Treat the hell, crow's mouth! Don't scare Xiaoya." Gao Wei curled his lips and said confidently: "The competition still has to be played, but there must be no opponents. It's not impossible to relax tonight."

These people are all students from Linjiang University. The tall and strong ones are called Gao Wei, the sports specialty student, the round crow is called Peng Zhen, and the ponytail girl is called Guo Xiaoya. In addition to them, there is also a fat boy Zhou Yiming and a big-eyed girl Su Shuangshuang.

Most of the university campuses are free associations, and their clubs are supernatural detective agencies, all of which are students who love ghost movies, supernatural programs, and supernatural stories. The president is Gao Wei.

The reason why it is called the Supernatural Detective Agency is not to look for ghosts, but to prove through practice that there is no ghost in this world at all.

This is also the reason why the school can approve them to establish a club.

Some time ago, Gao Wei and his club made a bet with a second-tier organization on the Internet. In order to prove that there is no Bixian in the world, they came to this newly built villa.

Of course, the villa belongs to member Zhou Yiming's home.

This is a newly built villa with no decorations in the room. Zhou Yiming is barely available once a week because he lives in school, so he has compiled some old furniture and filled in the house first.

"President, dv is ready!"

The fat Zhou Yiming is a sophomore year this year. He has money at home and likes these gods and ghosts. He joined the Supernatural Detective Agency as soon as he entered the school. In fact, compared to the meaningless thing about proving whether there are ghosts in the world with everyone, he prefers to be with Guo Xiaoya. This is also the main reason why Zhou Yiming has been actively participating in club activities.

"Okay, my side is better."

Gao Wei squatted with candles and began to assign tasks: "There is a mirror over there. We set up two fixed dvs, one light and one dark. The dvs there will be on the front and the ritual of summoning the pen fairy. The pinhole dv will look at the mirror and reflect the other side of us. Tonight we will let the group of superstitious guys from Baigu's hometown see that there will be no ghosts in the world."

Gao Wei said: "Shuangshuang, according to their words, girls born in winter and boys born in summer are needed. You and Peng Zhen hold the pen later. Xiaoya is responsible for asking about the spirit. I will sit behind you. If there is a special situation, don't be afraid. I'm even ready for chicken blood!"

Gao Wei patted a sealed jar, looking as if he had a brother to you.

"OK!"

"I know the president."

"Society, President, what am I doing?" The fat Zhou Yiming pointed at himself.

"You? Take a DV! I remember you brought the DV of the club as well. After a while, we took a photo of the three DVs in our hands, without blind spots to break the burden of feudal superstition, and leave it to you."

Gao Wei patted Zhou Yiming on the shoulder, Zhou Yiming nodded and secretly looked at Guo Xiaoya.

Time passed minute by minute, and there were still 15 minutes before midnight. Gao Wei took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, his voice a little ethereal: "It's beginning!"

Three DVs were opened at the same time, Gao Wei walked to the main DV in Zhou Yiming's hand, pinched the camera and said, "Dear fans of the Supernatural Detective Agency, today, we are bringing you the Summoning Pen Fairy."

The red light of the dv machine hit Gao Wei's face, and the candlelight around him added a touch of gloom.

"About the question of whether the Pen Immortal exists, whether the technique of attracting spirits is effective, and whether the ancient spirit writing will appear again, we speak with facts. We are the supernatural detective agency. It's okay to break superstitions and start with me!"

Gao Wei finished speaking with a cool look, and the main dv shot turned and moved to the other people.

A small wooden table, the round-inch man Peng Zhen and the big-eyed girl Su Shuangshuang sat face to face. Their wrists were hanging, their fingers crossed, and they held a pen.

On the wooden table is a piece of paper with three lines of characters written. The first line is an Arabic numeral of 110, the second line is a Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties, and the third line is yes, no.

The game of Bixian has always been highly praised by psychic enthusiasts, and is also the most simplified spirit-making game. Qin Kun looked at their actions outside the window and thought to himself: As the saying goes, Xu Hai is guarding the end of the day, and it is only a matter of night. After 11 o'clock, it is time for ghosts to wander. Some places without popularity are ordered to ban the night patrol, afraid of something happening. It is obvious that the villa area is now a place without popularity. Are you asking for spirit-making?! This is a ghost-killing death!

In the room, the ponytail girl Guo Xiaoya suppressed her nervous mood and made an ethereal voice: "Bixian, Bixian, I am you in this life, you are my previous life. If you continue your relationship with me, please draw a circle on paper."

The cold room, a slight trembling voice, the ponytail girl tried her best to suppress her nervousness and remained sincere. Gao Wei, who was sitting on the side, couldn't help but feel a little nervous, and his hands holding the chicken blood altar were tighter.

Peng Zhen and Su Shuangshuang's wrists were hanging in the air. She was very tired when she held the pen, and soon she began to feel sore and soft.

They knew that according to the president's request, even if there were no supernatural events, they could not let go for the time being, in order to ensure the authenticity of the ceremony.

One minute has passed, two minutes has passed, and three minutes has usually been the limit of spirit writing and asking about the spirit.

Guo Xiaoya knelt devoutly at the wooden table, while Peng Zhen and Su Shuangshuang felt their arms were sore and could no longer support them.

Suddenly, four candles around him flashed, and it seemed that wind was blowing.
Chapter completed!