After Zhao Qi finished speaking, he walked into the cemetery.

I hesitated, followed in, and saw that he was already standing in front of a grave nearest to the door, with a small flashlight in his mouth shining on the tombstone, and copying the inscription on it with a pen and paper.

At eleven o'clock in the evening, the whole cemetery was pitch black.

The night wind blew, and the pines and cypresses in front of the grave shook with the wind, and the rustling sound continued.

At first glance, the rows of tombstones look like ghosts lurking in the night.

I stood still, really struggling.

Tonight's Zhao Qi felt weirder than ever, he seemed to be constantly switching between the two of them.

One moment it was Zhao Qi himself, but the next second he became the domineering and exposed 'mysterious person'.

He just asked me to copy the tombstone, and nothing else.

I could see that he wasn't trying to make things difficult for me, and he wasn't trying to trick me.

The reason why it seems to me that some of his words are inarticulate is simply because he thinks I should know what he asked me to do, so I don't need to talk nonsense.

The truth is, I also feel like I should really know what he's trying to do, but only if I can see things that ordinary people can't.

If I could see the ghost, I would naturally see what he said, 'There is a person in front of the tombstone' and 'There is a picture in the tomb', and it is not difficult to judge what kind of situation he is facing.

But I don't have ghost eyes now, which is equivalent to a black eye for a yin man.

However, it was clear to me that the fact that I had lost my ghost eyes was not to be known to anyone in any way.

In that case, I may fall into complete passivity, and I may even be taken advantage of by others to take advantage of the loophole and put myself in danger.

Thinking about this clearly, I didn't go over to ask Zhao Qi anything, and walked straight to a grave on the left.

The night was overcast, and the moon was hiding behind the dark clouds.

In the dimness, I couldn't make out the handwriting on the tombstone.

I thought that there was a flashlight in my bag, and I wanted to take it out.

But as soon as I put my hand behind my back, I felt cold, as if I had put my hand in the freezer.

In the next second, the voice that was a little out of sight sounded in my ears again: "Take advantage?" What a fool! ”

"I've got a flashlight!" I have black lines in my head.

I had felt a 'man' on my back from just now, and now it has been confirmed that there is indeed an invisible creature lying on my back.

I can't figure it out, shouldn't this product be careless and obediently go to the Netherworld Styx? Why did you run back again?

I was puzzled, but I couldn't laugh or cry.

Because the guy who is pressing on me now is the bob!

This time I couldn't see Bobo, but I heard her whisper in my ear again, "Don't light the lamp!" If you light a lamp, the ghost will see that you are human! ”

"How can I copy the inscription without lighting the lamp?"

"Are you stupid? Just get closer! ”

I could feel Bob's head scorning me behind me.

I glanced at Zhao Qi not far away, and in order not to arouse his suspicion, I took two steps closer to the grave and squatted in front of the tombstone.

"Why didn't you go? Is something wrong? I asked, squinting at the tombstone.

"Hehe, handsome guy, no, big handsome guy, you really care about me."

There was a bob chuckle behind his shoulder, "Don't worry, I've been where I should go, I sent my grandmother away, and now I'm back, I have important things to do." ”

"What's the matter?" I didn't think about the point of the question for a while, and blurted out. But then he reacted, "How did you get back?" ”

According to the records in the broken book, once a ghost goes to the netherworld, it will never return to the yang world unless it is the fifteenth day of the seventh month.

Botou didn't answer me, but whispered, "This is not the time to talk about this, I'll explain it to you later." What we have to do now is 'KMT-CCP cooperation' and find out that guy!" ”

"Looking for whom?" I heard the trick.

Zhao Qi brought me to the cemetery in the middle of the night, not like he was looking for Wei Wuying.

Bobo's head goes back and forth, more mysterious, but it seems to be looking for some 'guy'.

Moreover, what she is looking for seems to be the same person that Zhao Qi asked me to find.

Botou answered my question directly this time, but I was even more cloudy.

She said three words - find a painter.

"Painter?"

"Well, don't ask any more questions yet, I'll explain to you later. Hurry up and get to work, if I let that guy find the artist first, I'm going to be out of luck! Botou said eagerly.

I rolled my eyes secretly, didn't say anything more, took a pen and paper, and began to copy the contents of the tombstone.

Botou once joked that the yin and the ghost are mortal enemies.

I don't agree with that.

Because, among the ghosts I come into contact with, a considerable number of them are good, and even more flesh and blood, affectionate and righteous than some living people.

But I don't deny that when I come into contact with ghosts, I'm instinctively wary of them.

This kind of precaution is inevitable and unavoidable, after all, it is a different path of yin and yang, and the other world is still very strange to me.

But there are exceptions to everything.

For me, the bob head is an exception.

I like her character, sympathize with her plight, and have an inexplicable trust in her.

I believe that she is an absolutely kind girl who will not hurt innocent people, whether she is a human or a ghost.

"Your words are really ugly, by the way, you said, in addition to being a coward, you are also a forensic doctor. If you study medicine, do you all have to learn to write the 'Book of Heaven'? Bo Botou chattered in my ear, "I've always had a question, you guys are so sloppy in your medical studies, can you understand what your peers write?" ”

Without waiting for me to answer, she asked again and again: "I'm even more curious, you can't even see ghosts, how can you be a ghost?" ”

Even though I had too many doubts in my mind, I still didn't want to talk to her anymore.

The brain circuits of this product are not on the same line as ordinary people at all!

Still 'Tema's curiosity'......

You can see my ugly words, can't you see what I'm doing?

In the middle of the night, in the dark-lit cemetery, I took a pen and paper to copy the inscriptions.

What's worse is that no matter how funny you are, you're a ghost!

I'm carrying a ghost on my back, and I'm copying tombstones......

No one is born with a bear's heart and a leopard gall, I am a yin and a fool, but at this moment, I want to say that I don't have hair in my heart, and I don't believe in ghosts!

You're still talking to me about 'hell'......

After copying the words on the tombstone, I took a deep breath and took one last look at the two oval photographs embedded above the inscriptions.

When I saw the person in the photo, I couldn't help but be stunned.

The first thing I looked at was these two photos.

They were a man and a woman, two elderly people who were at least sixty years old, and they were an old couple.

When I looked at it before, the two people in the photo were both facing water, and there seemed to be a trace of anger between their eyebrows.

However, looking at it again at this moment, the old couple in the photo actually raised the corners of their mouths and smiled......