I bit my tongue hard, and the pain spread throughout my mouth!
In the moment I regain consciousness, my left index finger suddenly pulls away from the suit.
The right hand clutched fiercely over the right eye.
"Dong!...Dong!..."
The heart nearly stopped beating.
At last, that sense of dead silence and coldness receded.
The right eye was still properly positioned in its socket, not pulled out…
After a long while, I finally regained my composure, staring at the suit, breathing heavily.
The gray mist was still lingering, not dispersing.
My perception and inference are correct…
This is the object of attachment!
Just that, the ghost of the dead person should be trapped elsewhere.
The appearance of a ghost when it dies will be similar to its last living attire.
So, the object of attachment is with me, and he's still wearing the suit. That's just the condensed Yin and resentment.
And he doesn't have those glasses because they've been taken over by other ghosts.
It's Zhao Kang!
"You..."
"You... This is the object of attachment? Jiao Ying's voice is filled with extreme unease."
"Hmm." I nod.
Cooperating with Jiao Ying would inevitably lead to her knowing many things.
In terms of abilities, it's fine. After all, she needs to deal with the Sun family father and son. The more she knows, the stronger my confidence will be. I'll have more bottom cards and skills that I can bring out.
As long as I don't expose the earth's Qi, and as long as I have the plague-afflicted life, it should be alright.
"Someone who can collect blood and grudges in paper people, someone who can summon ghosts and guide them along… You can also perceive things..."
"If I were Yang the Manager, even if it meant offending the supervisors, I would definitely stand by you." Jiao Ying bit her teeth tightly.
"Unfortunately, he doesn't know, and he won't know either, right?" I looked at Jiao Ying with a calm expression.
"The matter of ghosts should not have been mentioned by Uncle Huang. Otherwise, the Manager Yang wouldn't have plotted against you, and Uncle Huang still has a hand left up his sleeve. As for sensing things, I cannot say anything about it." Jiao Ying said firmly.
I nod, slightly close my eyes, and the emotions become more calm and soothing.
But suddenly, there was still a sense of consciousness confusion, as if I were standing in front of a mirror, and the mirror was an old man.
This is the side effect of perception... That old man is too fierce; it seems to be a blood grudge, but it definitely isn't.
Although the formation of the abandoned apartment complex and the death of too many workers on the construction site are related, the glasses play a very important role.
It's not an object of attachment; the resentment is so heavy.
He is a ghost of the fifth prison, or a prisoner of the twenty-eight prisons?
Fortunately, he was trapped, otherwise the object of attachment could not be sold, and I would not dare to touch it either.
"What are you going to do? With this set of clothes, it seems to have little effect?"
Jiao Ying changed the topic and said again, "The information says that Zhao Kang wears glasses, and you repeatedly mentioned glasses. That means glasses are Zhao Kang's object of attachment?"
"It seems that... We can only catch him and take it off?"
"Is it possible for Zhao Kang, with the object of attachment, to enter and leave the abandoned apartment complex and the construction site?"
Jiao Ying has asked several questions in a row, which are basically consistent with my previous deductions.
"How could it be useless? It's trapped," I muttered, staring at the suit.
Jiao Ying's face showed complete confusion and perplexity.
"Can you turn your head?" I said.
Jiao Ying didn't ask any questions and turned her head first.
I took out the suit and shirt and put them on.
The coldness was too thick, and there was a squeezing sensation. The neck felt tight.
I adjusted the collar, unbuttoned one button, and only then did I breathe easier.
At this time, I realized that Jiao Ying had turned her head back at some point, her eyes full of extreme worry.
"You're crazy? Even if this ghost is very fierce, even if that pair of glasses is the owner of this suit, you wear them, and Zhao Kang will obediently give them to you?"
"And, with this look of yours, going into the construction site will likely make all the ghosts watch you!"
"It's not that simple." I shake my head and take out a palm-sized folded parchment from my own clothes. I put it into the suit pocket.
I took out the paper figure of Wufei Ghost and put it in another pocket.
Jiao Ying's expression changed again.
"Did you... bring her back?"
I didn't answer Jiao Ying. The last thing I took out was a wooden box.
Opening the wooden box, I used a small brush to continuously clean the skin on my face.
When applying makeup, I used the rear-view mirror as a mirror, moving extremely carefully and slowly. My mind was still constantly recalling the appearance of that old man...
When I stopped, in the rear-view mirror, my face had many fine wrinkles. At a glance, it looked extremely old. There was a compression mark from the temple to the earlobe.
For a moment, I slightly raised my neck and put the eyebrow pencil on my throat.
A few minutes later, a compression mark appeared on my neck.
I lowered my voice and asked Jiao Ying, "How do you think it looks?"
"Who is your master?"
"Disguise, did he teach you to use it like this??"
"You're not afraid that this ghost will possess you now? You won't have a chance to struggle, and it will take over your body!" Jiao Ying's pretty face turned pale, and she looked at me like I was a madman.
"The art is constant, but what the user does with it is uncertain. A brick can be used to build a wall or to break someone's head, and tofu can be eaten, but it can also be used to kill." I calmly explained.
From Jiao Ying's reaction, I could already tell that my current aura was sufficient.
However, I repeated one more thing, "That ghost is trapped and cannot possess me."
Jiao Ying's pretty face remained tense, and she did not speak.
"Let's go to the abandoned apartment complex." I said again.
Jiao Ying clearly unwillingly started the car.
When we arrived at the construction site, it was just past ten o'clock, before midnight.
As I was about to get out of the car, Jiao Ying finally said in a low voice, "I'll wait outside for you. I'll keep an eye on the things on you and won't touch them randomly."
I nodded and said thank you.
I glanced at the clothing stacked on the passenger seat, but I still decided against taking out my finger.
I'm confident in this approach.
The last thing I have to protect my life is left, and using it here would be too disadvantageous.
I get out of the car and step down, not walking quickly, trying to find a rhythm.
It's the rhythm and pace of steps that I perceived when that ghost approached the mirror.
As soon as I entered the construction site, all around became silent in an instant.
Originally, the sound of Jiao Ying's car engine disappeared.
I felt that my vision was somewhat different from before.
The surrounding Yin Qi on the construction site seems to be more active and excited, constantly approaching me without stopping.
In the distance, there came a feeling of attention.
I looked up, and the abandoned apartment complex was far away and very high. The 17th floor was just a dark void, with nothing visible.
However, it seems like there are eyes watching me.
The workers who asked me to borrow fire earlier did not appear.
I turned back to look at the side of the construction site gate, and the dark feeling was gone. It seemed like something was hidden there, but they dared not stare at me anymore.
I walked directly towards the abandoned apartment complex, and when I passed by the concrete mixer, I stopped, bent down, and looked inside.
"I see you!" The low voice was me imitating the tone of the ghost.
Silence, ear-piercing, and terrifying screams rang out in the concrete mixer!
Then, the answer was fear and shivering.
"I didn't see you! I didn't see you! I really didn't see you..."
