Which one will it be?

I clicked on the ID I had forgotten about. This person created an account a few years ago, a few months later than when he posted. He has hardly posted or replied since the account was created.

The only few replies were all on this post. The earliest reply was when the account was created, and the subsequent replies were spaced out longer each time.

The brief introduction to this incident took place a year and a half apart from the last time I spoke.

"I was just reading the posts, but I didn't pay attention to this person."

"The perpetrator at the time?"

"Or someone related to Zhao Yi?"

There's no way to verify it, but the appearance of Forgetting the Past allowed me to narrow it down.

I copied all the past replies verbatim, and I began to try to find the answers I needed between the lines.

The first reply: 'I didn't expect such a vicious thing to happen, I just want it to be over.'

The second reply came three months later: "No one will read this post anymore. Like the post, people will slowly fade away in memory. I only hope that the pain will be the same."

The third reply came six months apart: "I can't help but take a look. See how evil the world can be, and then let me know that what I am encountering now is nothing."

The fourth reply is also the last reply before introducing this incident. It has only three words: why. After that, there is a series of question marks.

Obviously when the other party typed these three words, his heart was full of doubts.

Then there is the latest post, which introduces the incident that happened this time.

After reading it carefully this time, I also discovered a place that I had overlooked before.

At the end of the incident, Forget the Past sent three words: Is it you?

When I saw these three words before, I just thought the other person was expressing his doubts about supernatural stories.

Watching it now makes me feel differently.

After looking back and forth three or four times, I finally looked away.

"The evil in this person's mouth may not refer to Zhao Yi, but to those who bully Zhao Yi. Otherwise, the other party would not use this evil to comfort himself, and his words would not be filled with a touch of nostalgia."

"He knows Zhao Yi, knows Zhao Yi's past, and even sympathizes with Zhao Yi."

"But what does that 'why' mean? Has a similar incident happened before? No, if it had happened, the other party would have recorded it like this time."

"If what happened to Zhao Yi didn't happen before, then what's the reason that made Zhao Yi take action now?"

"This person is very important."

I have no intention of finding this person.

Maybe finding this person will help us find out the truth, but right now, the most urgent thing is not the truth, but getting back that bag of potato chips.

In the afternoon, I went directly to Xinhai First Hospital.

Even in the afternoon, when I walked into the hospital, I could still feel a completely different temperature from the outside.

In the sea of ​​people, a cool breeze will always blow over your body inadvertently.

This is the hospital.

The larger the hospital, the more so.

After my purposeful search, I quickly found the hospital-affiliated research institute.

As mentioned on the Internet, the hospital-affiliated research institute is right behind the hospital, separated by a large green belt.

Apart from passing through the green belt, the only way to reach the institute from the hospital is through the underground passage.

Below the hospital is the garage. All the way past the garage is the morgue and specimen room under the green belt. If you go further, you can reach the basement of the institute.

This is also the route I plan to take.

Of course, I don't need to go to the institute, I just need to walk to the edge of the garage, where I can use the corpses or ghosts in the morgue to help me take out the potato chips.

The bone picker is not a corpse exterminator, and the method of manipulating corpses is not very clever, and there are surveillance cameras everywhere.

So, I finally decided to use ghosts.

As for whether there are ghosts in the hospital, I don't have to think about it at all.

There may not be ghosts in the hospital, but there must be many ghosts.

Not many people will not have obsession or even resentment in their hearts after dying unexpectedly or due to illness. There are open-minded people in this world, but not many.

Sure enough, as soon as I walked to the garage, goosebumps appeared on my exposed skin.

The further we walked toward the morgue, the more obvious the feeling of coldness became.

There were fewer and fewer cars parked, and the sound of my footsteps began to echo around me, like a hammer hitting my heart.

The fear is even worse.

This fear has nothing to do with ghosts, it is simply the influence of Yin Qi.

Soon, I walked to a closed door.

The gate requires a card to pass, and the camera above keeps flashing a red dot.

This is the door to the morgue. Although there is still a long aisle to the morgue, it is enough for me.

Avoiding the camera, I got into the stairwell on one side.

This is already the lowest floor, and the back of the stairs and the ground form a triangular dark space.

Perhaps because there are few people walking around, all the debris is piled up.

To me, it's simply the most perfect place.

After carefully moving the debris away, I got inside and took out the scented wax paper candles I had prepared earlier and placed them one by one.

Although it is daytime now, the yin energy here is very strong, and it is underground, so the effect is not much worse than at night, and the key is it is safe.

The candle was lit, and there was only a little smoke. As I lit the pieces of paper money, the surrounding air became colder.

In the apparently empty space, the whispers of countless people came.

I couldn't hear clearly what they were saying, but I could feel that the voices were getting closer and closer to me.

Wind blew up from all directions, causing the flames to sway.

The paper ashes on the ground began to swirl upward, and when I saw that the paper ashes were about to leave the fire, I took out five copper coins and placed them in front of the flames.

The wind suddenly disappeared and lost its power, and the paper ashes were blown to the ground aside by the air rising from the flames.

This is Five Emperors Money.

The outer circle is a square and the inner square represents the unity of heaven and man. Whichever one is like heaven, law and earth represents the power of the five directions and five elements. The five heavenly emperors in the east, south, west, north and middle are the gods of the five directions, and allocate the five elements and five colors.

The real Five Emperors' coins refer to the half-liang coin of the Qin Dynasty, the five-baht coin of the Han Dynasty, the Kaiyuan Tongbao of the Tang Dynasty, the Song-Yuan Tongbao of the Song Dynasty and the Yongle Tongbao of the Ming Dynasty.

But I don’t have the financial resources yet, so I use the money of the Little Five Emperors, namely Shunzhi Tongbao, Kangxi Tongbao, Yongzheng Tongbao, Qianlong Tongbao and Jiaqing Tongbao.

But here, the deterrence of Little Five Emperors Money is enough.

The five fingers of the right hand were pressed on the Five Emperors Coin in order, and the palm of the hand was pushed forward. The Five Emperors Coin rubbed against the ground and made five scratches, and a little copper powder fell into the scratches.

Copper coins have been handed over to tens of thousands of people, and their strong yang energy (except for those unearthed in cemeteries) can deter aliens. However, everything with yang must also have yin. Worn copper coins are extremely attractive to aliens. They can gather yin and eliminate grudges, and help them condense yin.

body.

That’s why copper coins are buried with people.

And what I'm doing now is adding more money.

In addition to the paper money in the underworld, I also give you copper ashes to gather Yin and transform evil spirits.

As I moved, the wind around me suddenly became stronger, causing the debris to sway.

But around me, there seemed to be another invisible barrier, not a breath of wind blowing in.

"Everyone, the Huang family of the bone-collecting lineage would like to thank the five ghosts for their help in transporting the bones."

As soon as the voice fell, the wind around him suddenly stopped, and everything became eerily quiet.
Chapter completed!