The originally clear sky seemed to become gray, and all colors became dim. A faint mist enveloped everything. Occasionally, blurred shadows floated in the air. As time went by, those shadows became clearer and clearer.

All the sounds coming from around seemed to have accents. The driver talked to him kindly, which sounded very strange to Zheng Jing.

Halfway through the road, the strange feeling deepened. I looked into the distance through the car window. Behind the gray fog, a shadow that was even bigger than a mountain was vaguely squirming...

After enduring a long torture, the car drove to the door of the Eighth Mental Hospital, and the strange feeling suddenly became much easier.

Meng Yan was leaning against the street light at the door smoking. When he saw Zheng Jing get out of the car, he looked surprised. This guy has only been away for a few hours, and he will be back so soon?

When he rolled down the car window, Zheng Jing, who had been calmed down, said to Meng Yan: "I came out in a hurry and didn't bring any money. Please pay the fare for me."

Meng Yan:￥%…&&*

"Why are you back so quickly?" After being forced to pay, Meng Yan asked dissatisfiedly. Zheng Jing looked panicked, and he couldn't say anything.

"I saw some weird things. The world seems to be abnormal. Have you really killed Yue Chuanzhen? After I went back, I saw him twice. I am sure that was not an illusion!" Zheng Jing said, grabbing Meng Yan's arm.

After listening to Zheng Jing's words, Meng Yan narrowed his eyes slightly, and the eyes of Zheng Jing seemed to be looking at something strange.

Zheng Jing was furrowed by Meng Yan's eyes, and he tightened his collar and said to him: "That was your work mistake, you must be responsible for it."

"We will be responsible, but I can't make the decision. Tell us to our captain." Meng Yan was silent for a while and said to Zheng Jing.

Captain, is this going to meet the leader?

Under Meng Yan's guidance, Zheng Jing was taken to the dean's office on the fifth floor of the mental hospital after a safety inspection.

In the office, Zheng Jing saw a bald middle-aged man with a beard. He was not tall, slightly fat, and his sparse strands of hair were growing tenaciously on the top of his head. He should be Meng Yan's leader.

After sending Zheng Jing in, Meng Yan withdrew from the house, leaving only Zheng Jing and the man in the room.

The dean seemed to know that Zheng Jing was coming, so he stretched out his hand to him and said, "I am Ding Mingguang when I meet for the first time. I will take care of you in the future."

Please take care of me in the future... What can I take care of you? I won’t come here after the matter is resolved!

He completely forgot that just a few hours ago, he had made up his mind that he would never approach here again.

Zheng Jing sat opposite Ding Mingguang, eager to describe all the details of what he saw Yue Chuanzhen and the strangeness he felt on the way. After entering the mental hospital, Zheng Jing's strange feeling disappeared, but he still felt uneasy.

"I can still see Yue Chuanfa. This should be your responsibility, so you have to deal with it for me."

Ding Guangming nodded and looked at Zheng Jing and said, "The things you feel basically exist. It seems that you have indeed increased your inspiration because of the influence of A-2-104. If you can feel such things on the road, it seems that your inspiration is not low."

"So how can I get rid of it?"

Zheng Jing did not ask what the inspiration was because he knew that these people would not tell him something specific unless he chose to join.

"We can help you settle the matter between Yue Chuanqian, but you can't just feel Yue Chuanqian. If you get something else in the future, will you come to us again?"

Zheng Jing wanted to say that after solving Yue Chuanfa, he would not encounter those terrifying things, but he was a little embarrassed to say when he thought of the indescribable things he saw on the way here.

“The ability of people beyond normal people to see another world is what we call inspiration.

Your inspiration has been awakened. If it is not controlled, your inspiration will become stronger and stronger, and you will see more and more things. Finally, you are deeply trapped in the treacherous quagmire and cannot extricate yourself. In other words, you have come into contact with another world and have no chance to get out of it again.

There are only two ways in front of you now. The first is to help you solve the most urgent problems in your life. The second is to join us and become a witch hunter, and all this can be solved."

After saying that, Ding Guangming did not stare at Zheng Jing anymore, but picked up the table with both hands, soaked wolfberry and other medicinal thermos cups, and took a beautiful sip.

Zheng Jing lowered his head and thought deeply. He knew in his heart that once he became the demon hunter Ding Mingguang called, he would deal with those strange and dangerous things in the future, and danger would inevitably be avoided.

But if he doesn't join, the danger is right in front of him, so in fact, he has no choice at all!

"I'll join." Zheng Jing raised his head and took a lot of effort to say these three words. Then he saw that Ding Guangming had put on his pen cap and pushed a document forward.

"This is the contract to be signed by joining our Hunter Association. I have marked all the signing places. If there is no problem, you can sign it."

Looking at the few pages of the contract in front of him, Zheng Jing said with a dry mouth: "How did you know I want to agree..."

There are several parts on this contract written by Ding Guangming, which shows that when Zheng Jing thought about whether to join, Ding Guangming had already started writing the contract.

"Guess." Ding Guangming said with a smile: "You should be glad that your inspiration has improved so that you can see those things, otherwise you will wait until the time is long..."

"What will happen after a long time?" Zheng Jing asked trembled.

"Sign the contract first, and I will tell you after signing the contract." Ding Guangming handed over another pen.

Looking at the attentive Ding Guangming, Zheng Jing sighed and began to watch the contract carefully. Although he had just entered the industry, he was also a detective and would not be careless in such a place.

Zheng Jing can accept most of the terms in the contract, and the salary mentioned above is 5,000 yuan per month, which is already the salary of a serious job, which makes Zheng Jing very satisfied.

However, there is something strange about this contract, that is, the punishment for various breach of contract on the contract is not fines or legal liability, but various curses.

From walking to getting an egg or menstrual disorder, to being too bad luck plagued by the top of the five thunder, it looks like a child playing house without binding force.

But Zheng Jing didn't dare to be careless. He could see ghosts himself, and maybe these curses were real.

After signing the contract, Zheng Jing asked anxiously: "What will happen if you wait for a long time?"

"It will dissipate, because the so-called 'time traveler' is a bit special, so there will be a resentment after death. No matter how many days he will dissipate naturally. Of course, we can help you clear it now."
Chapter completed!