The footsteps stopped at the door, and the door was opened, and the brand new door made no strange noise. Vertices are updated the fastest

Behind the door was a young woman, with long hair that looked like withered grass and was in disarray. She looked sickly, sleep-deprived.

"Who are you looking for?" The woman asked.

"We searched for you online...... You're a dark arts student, aren't you? Wu Ling asked.

The woman's eyes swept away, still the same lazy look, but she turned around and left, throwing down the next sentence: "Come in, close the door." ”

The room was pitch black and there were no lights on. You can see that the room is a small conference room, but there is a thick curtain on the wall at the back. The curtain is flannel, crimson, and the carpet on the floor is the same color. The room seemed to be brushed with a layer of plasma, giving people a sense of oppression.

There was no furniture and the whole room was empty. The camera swept in a hurry, but it didn't hit the ceiling, and I don't know if there were electric lights installed.

The woman lifted the curtain and went inside. The curtain shook to allow a glimmer of yellow candlelight.

The camera enters the room.

Stepping on the carpet, there is not a little footstep.

That's a little weird.

The woman was obviously hearing footsteps when she came out. The sound of the heels hitting the ground is clear.

The camera pans down, photographing the dark carpet and feet.

The feet took a few steps, but no sound came out.

The curtain swayed, and the light swayed.

"Come in." The woman spoke again.

The camera lifts up, and only the shaky curtain is captured.

The camera approached, one hand lifted the curtain, and the eyes suddenly opened up.

The room behind the curtain is more spacious. Red velvet curtains were hung all around. It was only at a short distance that the furniture was placed.

There is a row of cabinets on the left-hand side, with bookcases, shelves, and cabinets with glass doors, no doors, and solid wood doors. The contents on it are also different. There are books, iron boxes, wooden boxes, as well as glass bottles, pottery bowls and other utensils.

On the right-hand side is a row of long tables of different sizes, heights, with and without drawers, in a simple style, with carved decorations......

There are also a variety of things on it, including mirrors, crystal balls, and candles.

The only source of light in the room is the candle stand on the wall directly opposite.

The wall was also covered with curtains, and iron candle stands protruded through the cracks. The curtain is closed, and it is impermeable. The flame of the candle is also a long way from the curtain. Even so, it still looks weird and dangerous.

The camera suddenly zooms in, and I see that the base of the candle stand is in the shape of a skull. The white candle is dripping with wax oil, and every drop condenses on the surface of the candle, which looks like a hideous head.

"Candles made of corpse oil are rare now." Wu Ling suddenly spoke.

She leaned slightly sideways, and the camera focused on the woman.

The woman sat on the floor, sitting in a crooked position, without a straight shape. The long skirt on her body was crumpled, like a nightdress. Hearing Wu Ling's words, she didn't raise her eyelids, waved her hand casually, and motioned for someone to sit down.

Wu Ling: They also sat on the ground.

The woman drooped her eyelids, "What are you looking for me?" ”

"There's a Mr. Lai who should have come to you. Lai Xiaotian, in his twenties. Here's a picture of him. Wu Ling stretched out his hand, holding the phone in his hand, and a photo was displayed on the screen.

The woman still didn't look up, "Oh, that's it." He was here the other day. Come to my madness, and I'll drive him away. ”

"Can you tell us what happened? From the first time he came. Wu Ling said.

The woman only raised her eyes at this time, and her gaze fell on the top of the camera, probably looking at Wu Ling's face.

"Who are you?" The woman asked.

"It's our calling card." Wu Ling handed over the business card.

"Aoba...... Minqing's green leaf...... "The woman took it, glanced at it, threw it aside, and lay down on her side with her body on her side, with her head on her hand and one foot on her feet, looking relaxed.

Wu Ling: They didn't say anything.

I only heard the woman say: "That Lai Xiaotian came to the door a few months ago and said that he wanted to pursue a woman, and wanted to ask me to use black magic to make that woman fall in love with him." I said, I only use the black magic of killing, and I don't know the kind of black magic that manipulates people's hearts. And he was gone. The second time he came, he asked me to kill four people. That man probably has a brain problem. He seemed to think that the woman rejected him because she wanted to play with her best friend, so she didn't have time to spend time with him. He's going to kill those people so he can go after the woman. I taught him a method and gave him a few props. ”

"What magic did you teach him?" Wu Ling asked.

"Demons." The woman dragged out her voice, "You should have heard of it?" ”

"I thought the demons were all dead, and they were wiped out along with the demons." Wu Ling's voice revealed a bit of surprise.

The woman snorted, "No one is dead, such a disgusting man still exists, how can the demon be wiped out?" It's just a makeover, just a layer of skin. ”

"I didn't feel any evil energy, and I didn't notice anything abnormal." Wu Ling said again.

Her attitude towards this woman was peaceful. There was no strange aura about this woman either.

"It's a layer of skin. The demons have become tools. The woman waved her hand casually, rolled over, and rolled on the ground, struggling to reach the long table behind her.

She looked like the kind of person who was paralyzed, physically disabled, and could only move like that.

After stretching out her hand for a long time, she found a small box, and after grabbing it, she lay flat on the ground, took out the contents of the box, and threw it to Wu Ling.

Wu Ling picked up the thing.

In the shot, Wu Ling's hand is holding a small heart, which seems to have undergone some kind of treatment, air-dried, anti-corrosion, and the overall look looks like it was carved out of wood, although it is a little atrophied, but it is delicate, and even the small blood vessels can be seen.

"This is, the heart of a raven?" Wu Ling asked.

The woman gestured a thumbs-up, set the box aside, and lay down beside the table.

"It's a dark magic material, but you can't summon demons with a heart like this, right?" Wu Ling asked again and put down his hand, "You didn't teach him black magic. ”

Wu Ling used an affirmative sentence.

The woman snorted again, "Of course not." Anyone who can use black magic is a magician. I just told him to burn the heart and the photo of the person he was going to kill, plus some auxiliary props, at midnight, and that prop would go to kill. ”

The woman turned her head, the corners of her eyes were slightly raised, and her eyebrows were raised, "I told him that when he succeeded, he would give me money." It wasn't until he came for the third time that I realized that he had succeeded. If you hadn't done something to make him fight back, he wouldn't have come to me again. ”

Wu Ling lowered his head slightly.

The camera then hangs slightly, focusing on the heart in her hand.

"What the hell is going on?" Liu Miao asked in a low voice.

Lai Xiaotian's obsession produced power. The auxiliary props he uses are just figurines, both physical and concrete. His strong murderous ** and trust in black magic, and obsession with those two-dimensional characters made the demons appear. Demons themselves are amorphous youkai. From ancient times to the present, many evil spirits have been transformed by humans and born of human hearts. Wu Ling said lightly, "As for the backlash...... If so, what we're doing shouldn't be backlashing. ”

The camera refocuses on the woman.

The corners of the woman's lips curled, and she mocked, "You think the demons are dead." People's obsessions produce spirits, and of course there is no backlash. She sat up from the ground, her legs crossed, her waist straight, "But if it's really an evil demon, if you can't kill someone, you will be killed, isn't it a normal thing?" ”