I Can Rewind Chapter 97: Uninvited guests

After guessing the ins and outs of the matter, Yan Junze wrapped the three layers inside and outside the statue, wrapped it in a plastic bag and tied it tightly, put it in his backpack, put the backpack on the bedside, and then went back to bed to sleep .

Maybe he was too tired, but he still slept well on the last night at the foot of the rock.

Although he went to bed very late, Yan Junze didn't wake up during this sleep, and slept until dawn when he was disturbed by the alarm clock of his mobile phone.

The morning bus No. 803 from Yanjiao to Suncheon City Center departs at about 6:40. This bus is very early, even if the young couples upstairs rush to work in the morning, they don’t take this bus, but take it at 7:30 The split trip.

Yan Junze's purpose is to let as few people see him as possible, so he chose to take the first bus.

He had already packed his things in advance, and after getting up and washing up quickly, he put on his backpack and went out.

Put the key of the rental house under the flower pot at the door of the landlord's house, without disturbing anyone, then turned and left.

When I came to the platform of bus No. 803, the morning bus hadn't arrived yet.

It's 6:44, but it's already light.

According to Yan Junze's estimate, the No. 803 bus came from the departure station, and arrived at Yanjiao at the third stop, which was less than ten minutes.

Starting at 6:40, I can definitely make it in time now.

If not, at exactly 6:50, he saw Route 803 coming slowly from the other side of the road.

He stopped in front of him, invested money and got into the car. Except for a middle-aged driver, there were no passengers in the car.

That's great, get there early, the bus has become a private car.

Yan Junze found a seat near the back and sat down, took off his backpack, put it on the chair next to him, and put one hand on his pillow to make himself more comfortable.

Taking out his mobile phone to read the news, the bus started quickly, shaking rhythmically, which soon made Yan Junze sleepy.

Originally, I didn't get enough sleep today, so Yan Junze turned off the phone, held it in his hand, and closed his eyes.

In my mind, from time to time, the shadows of the back-up girl, Ke'er, long-tongued Zhenzhen, and mother-in-law come to mind.

Except for Long Tongue Zhenzhen, the other ghosts had left a deep impression on him, so now whenever he had time to rest, they would appear in his mind irresistibly.

He said he was sleepy, but he couldn't fall asleep for a while.

The 803 bus stopped and stopped, and after stopping at one of the stops, a young man came up.

With his hands in his pockets, the young man got into the car and sat in the front seat closest to the driver.

Yan Junze didn't pay attention, he was sitting upright, like the standard sitting posture of primary school students when listening to the class.

In a daze, Yan Junze opened his eyes and stared at the back of the young man's head, but his thoughts were floating on the key point that had been haunting him for the past few days, that certain thing that he could never remember. .

This matter seems to be very important. It was triggered by accident at a certain moment when I was talking with Zhang Xiaomo, but it was interrupted by other things later, and the thought was buried before it had time to surface. Can't get up.

Sometimes people are like this, trying to think of something, just like looking for something urgently needed at home, the moment you need it, you can't find it.

But one day, when one inadvertently, this thing that could not be found in the past will suddenly jump in front of my eyes, and it will take no effort to get it.

At this time, when Yan Junze looked at the back of the head sitting not far from the driver, he finally grasped the thought that had been buried last time in his mind.

He remembered that after discovering that the landlord Lin Dong was separated from his mother-in-law, Zhang Xiaomo once said something like this: Lin Dong should have been separated for no more than 48 hours. I will go to the next door later and save him Then check to see if Granny Ren is there.

At that time, Yan Junze had an idea, but Zhang Xiaomo later took out the killer|sperm weapon, oh no, it was the supernatural jammer that attracted attention, so this idea has not been able to form an effective thought.

At this moment, Yan Junze finally thought of it.

Since Zhang Xiaomo said that Lin Dong's spirit will not exceed 48 hours, we will save him later. It means that if the spirit is separated for more than 48 hours, is it impossible to be saved?

If so?

Yan Junze shivered suddenly, picked up the phone, no matter how early it was, and whether the other party got up or not, he directly dialed Zhang Xiaomo's number.

……

The Tianmeng area is closed.

In the courtyard of a temple.

Normally, this place called Leiwang Temple has already attracted an endless stream of pilgrims at this time, and the flow of incense money alone is no less than seven figures every day.

But at this time, there were no pilgrims in the courtyard of the entire temple, only one person was standing.

With short shoulder-length hair, a pure white cartoon short-sleeved T-shirt, casual jeans, and white net shoes, Zhang Xiaomo stood alone next to the huge incense burner in the middle of the courtyard with a knife in one hand.

The censer, which used to burn incense continuously, is now covered with cold ashes, without the slightest smell of incense candle smoke.

This time, the cartoon pattern on Zhang Xiaomo's chest was replaced by Hello Kitty, but she looked normal, the bayonet in her hand had just been pulled out from the chest of an old monk who had fallen to the ground.

The old monk's body was gradually dissipating, and after a while, only a transparent shadow could be seen.

Under the steps not far from the old monk, there is also the corpse of a young monk, which has also become fainter and fainter.

And there is another corpse in the hall that has long since disappeared.

"Three high-level wandering spirits, get it done!"

Putting away the magnetic knife, Zhang Xiaomo took out a small notebook and memorized it carefully, but soon after writing, her brows also frowned slightly.

After a few seconds, she closed the cap of the pen, inserted the pen into the small notebook, and said to herself: "How could this happen?"

After finishing the sentence, Zhang Xiaomo took out her phone and called the tutor who was in the supernatural event team in Huaying District, Huaying Metropolitan City.

She knew very well that her mentor was used to getting up early, and she was already up at this point, so she would not disturb him.

"Xiao Mo." A slightly vicissitudes of voice sounded.

"Mentor, I have a question."

Zhang Xiaomo has always been straight to the point when talking to her mentor. Anyone who knows her in the supernatural event team knows her personality, so this mentor doesn't seem to take it seriously.

"Say."

"I just killed three evil spirits, high-level wandering spirits." Zhang Xiaomo said: "It took me a lot of effort, so I recorded it. But when I contacted the evil spirits I killed these days, I suddenly With doubts, I want to know, to be precise, how many high-level wandering spirits is equivalent to one sculpting spirit?"

"This... is not comparable~IndoMTL.com~ The voice on the other end of the phone came out, "If you only talk about the strength of evil spirits, one plastic spirit is probably equivalent to about ten high-level wandering spirits, but this is in Without considering the presence and absence of ghosts and splinters. "

Zhang Xiaomo said: "That is to say, if everything is considered, the strength of the plastic spirit has surpassed ten high-level wandering spirits?"

"It must be more than that." The instructor paused for a moment and asked, "Are you... Well, let me see your mission record."

After a few seconds, his voice sounded again: "Half-shape? You killed a half-shape two days ago? Well, with your strength, how does it feel?"

"I feel..." The ominous premonition in Zhang Xiaomo's heart became more and more intense at this moment, "I haven't been in contact with the half-plastic spirit class before, but compared with the three high-level wandering spirits I just killed... it's not much different! "

There was silence on the other end of the phone, and then the instructor's voice came: "With your skill, it must not be easy to completely kill a semi-spirit-level spirit. Now... go back immediately!"

"Mentor..."

Zhang Xiaomo hadn't finished speaking when the phone suddenly notified that there was another call waiting to be connected.

Glancing at the screen of the phone, Zhang Xiaomo's pupils shrank, and there was no time to talk to the instructor, so she immediately transferred the call.

"Zhang Xiaomo, don't ask anything, just listen to me first!" This is Yan Junze's voice, "You answer me immediately, what will happen if a person is separated for more than 48 hours?"

Zhang Xiaomo was stunned for a moment, and replied: "I will never be able to save you again. Why are you asking this? Where are you? Right now..."

Yan Junze interrupted her words.

"It's too late, guess who I saw."

"Who?"

"Lu Xin."