Chapter 73 73 Xian Yu Qingyun

Tu Lanxun hurried over, and the computer ghost showed her the lit camera.

The last photo in the album is in a white room, with a young man in a white hospital gown standing in front of a white background.

The man was extremely handsome, with a small, round, peach-shaped face that was pink and white, a small pointed chin, short black hair with bangs, and a slender frame. He looked a little androgynous, but his brows were full of panic.

Tu Lanxun felt a little uncomfortable because a string of numbers was sewn on his chest.

303.

This kind of hospital gown is not a domestic standard, but it can be seen as a uniform. I don't know why he was photographed in this full-body photo.

There weren't even any shoes, and there were ruler lines on the back to indicate the height, just like the prison photos in foreign news.

Tu Lanxun continued to flip forward, and then she saw 302, 301, 300...

They are all young people under the age of 30, beautiful girls and handsome boys. Every one of them can debut with high votes in the talent show, just like they were dug out from a model show.

The photo stopped at photo 256. The girl was particularly beautiful. She was tall, with long black curly hair that was as lush as a lion's mane, yet smooth and silky. Her eyebrows had an aggressive beauty, proud and sharp, staring straight at the camera.

Like a black swan turning its head and pecking its tail feathers.

It should be on the vast lake, not being photographed like an exhibit.

"Wait a minute," Tu Lanxun said, "Isn't that the Rare Aquatic Products Center? They're human beings."

However, when the camera turned over and went to No. 001, all it showed were white photos of beautiful young people.

If it weren't for the eerie atmosphere and their bewildered expressions, it would almost look like a collection of profiles of contestants from a beauty pageant.

The computer ghost touched the lens with her fingernails. "This lens has been modified. I won't go into the specific mechanism; it's very complicated. But generally speaking..."

Tu Lanxun urged: "Hurry up and tell me."

For the first time, the computer ghost lost her expression and said with a hint of admiration, "If the principle is correct, it is used... to take pictures of ghosts."

"ah?"

"If you don't believe me, try it." The computer ghost held up the blue-painted xiao and pressed the shutter button at the only living person here. "Its electronic imaging frequency has been adjusted. A normal camera can take pictures of living people, but it can't clearly capture ghosts without a physical form. This one is exactly the opposite."

The photo of Tu Lanxun was completely overexposed. The whole person was so bright that his eyebrows and nose could not be seen clearly. There was only a blurry white figure.

The computer ghost girl took another photo of the kitten ghost.

In the photo, the little cat ghost bared its two fangs and threatened the camera reluctantly.

Every hair is clear.

Tu Lanxun was still staring at the computer ghost, who explained, "This camera is not connected to the Internet and has no external signal transmission. Don't worry."

She couldn't feel at ease.

The camera provided by the Ghost in the Blue Sea is actually specially used to photograph ghosts.

Are those beautiful young people in hospital dresses all ghosts?

"Let's check it out," Tu Lanxun said. "Do a facial search."

The widespread collection of facial data only began six years ago, following the mysterious intrusion. The cameras were taken at an unfortunate time, with all footage from six to ten years ago.

In the end, after trying ten photos, only three were matched, namely No. 303 Peach Man, No. 288 Quirky Short-haired Beauty, and No. 256 Black Lion.

"Zhao Xu, a senior student at Yunzhou University, died six years ago, the year the photo was taken. The cause of death was... falling off a cliff while climbing a mountain." The female computer ghost reported the information of the peach man 303.

The quirky short-haired beauty No. 288 was also found. She was only 1.55 meters tall and looked very young, like a college student, but she was actually 28 years old. Her name was Xianyu Qingyun.

Xian Yu Qingyun was a gold medal translator and tour guide for a major travel agency. He disappeared after leading a tour group seven years ago.

Finally, there is No. 256, the beauty who is as sharp and gorgeous as a black lion.

Sonia, 27 years old, actor.

Tu Lanxun blinked: "I've never seen her on TV."

The computer ghost also shook her head: "I haven't seen it either."

Mikhail sneered, cut off the surveillance footage, and directly clicked on a variety show from a few years ago.

The show was not popular and the ratings were quite low, but even in such a low-quality show, Sonya only had a few shots, and most of them were on the edges of the screen.

"But you see. She debuted as an amateur on the show for the first time." Mikhail snapped his fingers. "But after this show, she became a bit famous."

There are indeed a lot of editings, mainly made by fans who like to see her beauty. The latest comment was a month ago, in which a fan sighed and said how Sonya had quietly faded out of the circle.

It has completely become the tears of the times.

No one expected that Xiaohong’s idol would appear in the footage of The Rising Tide of the Blue Sea.

Tu Lanxun raised his eyebrows. Those people were really brave.

"Can we contact Captain Li now?" she asked the mixed-haired little cat ghost, who stared at her fiercely.

Well, it received a single-threaded command.

Anyway, the meal is ready, let’s have dinner first.

Dinner was still N's favorite tomato-themed meal. During the meal, Tu Lanxun wanted to ask more about Hu Haisheng, originally to tease N, but Mikhail connected the wrong brainwaves and was happy to chat: "I don't know. I was a doctor before I died, and I didn't work for Tianguo Group."

After he finished speaking, he shut up, not daring to look at N, and stuffed meat into his mouth to show that he had not said a word.

Did N work for the Kingdom Group? Or was he still alive?

So the rich man who took N away after he was beaten and missed the college entrance examination must be from the Tianguo Group.

Tu Lanxun: "Were you a doctor when you were alive?" Mikhail looked like a big golden bear. Could his hands hold a scalpel?

N glared at Mikhail indifferently, and Mikhail made a zipper-sealing gesture on Tu Lanxun.

But after dinner, N went to the bathroom. While Mikhail was washing dishes, he suddenly called Tu Lanxun, with a gossip-filled look on his face.

"I used to be a general surgeon." Mikhail whispered this as his opening remark, and announced the name of a rather shocking medical school.

Tu Lanxun cooperated and admired, "Ah, that's amazing."

But that wasn't the point. Mikhail lowered his voice again and said, "Do you know where N and I first met?"

Tu Lanxun: "Hospital? Are you treating him?"

"That's right!" Mikhail laughed, "but it's not a medical consultation."

His face showed a coldness that was unique to ghosts, and he said as if jokingly, "The surgery for the accident where N was hit by a car and died. I was the assistant. That was the first time we met."

The first time we met, N died.

Tu Lanxun suddenly understood why Mr. N was so unhappy with Mikhail.

"Wait, he really was hit by a car." Tu Lanxun said, "Which hospital did you work in before?"

Mikhail's expression turned strange. "Deshi Hospital."

Well, it turns out the traitor is right next to her, Deshi Zhengtong is in the convenience store.

Tu Lanxun grasped the key point, using the sound of water to cover it up: "You didn't steal his organs at that time, did you?"

Mikhail shook his head, pointing his index finger at his temples and pulling. "Guess him, guess how we got into this game? Friend, there are many ways to play with souls in this world, not just for medicine."

The sound of the bathroom door opening came from the other side, and he said quickly in a suggestive tone: "There is one more thing I will tell you next time."

"What?" Tu Lanxun's curiosity was aroused.

"It's not clear yet." Mikhail left Tu Lanxun at the speed of a beast.

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They are now certain of two things.

First, Bi Hai Chao Sheng controlled a group of beautiful young people and did bad things to them.

Second, this incident produced even worse consequences, which eventually backfired and led to the closure of Bi Hai Chao Sheng.

"There's no negative news about this online," the computer ghost said. "It's hard to say whether this is illegal. The victim has already died legally. We ghosts have no rights protected."

It seems that we have to start with the cause of death of these beautiful women and handsome men.

But none of them were openly declared murdered; either the cause of death was justified or they were simply missing.

"Let's go to Bi Hai Chao Sheng again and talk to them." Tu Lanxun was now absolutely certain that the space in that building was full of the ghosts of the victims.

After getting permission, he went to Li Ao to hand over the matter.

Tu Lanxun didn't want to set out at night, as the darkness would make the place seem even more eerie, but N had to go out to deliver food to Aunt Lu's family, so she had to leave even if she didn't want to.

"Can't we let Mikhail go?" Tu Lanxun lay on the table and refused to move. The 20.22-meter binding was unbearable.

N didn't respond, but said something irrelevant, "Qianniu is the suspect in the murder of Aunt Lu's family of six."

"I know."

N Liangliang looked over and said, "Then tell me, when will Qianniu realize that we are investigating the rising tide of the blue sea? They are not frightened birds now, they are actively searching for targets with high-precision radar."

The live broadcast incident has already triggered conflicts between the enemy and us, and there is also the old grudge between the paper-making shop on Wax Plum Street, and the two killing weapons, the golden mirror Jiang Rui and the bronze lynx Mikhail, have been lost in succession.

Guess what, do Deshi and Black Forest feel that "there are so many troubles lately" or that "there is a group of people watching us and beating us up?"

So this matter is not over yet.

If anyone ever messes with Deshi again, the blame will be placed on this mysterious convenience store gang. Since they're not stupid, they probably know the extent of their own bad behavior.

"Qianniu might return to the scene of the murder. If they know that Aunt Lu's family ghosts are still there." Tu Lanxun's face changed slightly. "Development Zone. Development Zone is the place where ghosts are most likely to hide. There are probably more ghosts in Hate Deshi than people. They will start their investigation from here."

Tu Lanxun suddenly realized that what she thought was deep-sea diving might actually be nothing more than naked swimming from the perspective of the shore. She hadn't considered that in addition to clue investigation, this world also involves probabilistic judgment.

If Deshi turns its attention to Lucheng Development Zone...

Where is the only place with human activities in the development zone?

24-hour Sunshine Convenience Store. Owner information is easily found.

She even formed a ghost community here a while ago, and it was very lively.

Ha ha.

Tu Lanxun and N finally went to Genting Highlands Residences.

Aunt Lu and her family are still repeating their endless lives.

N and Lu Jiasui talked for half an hour, and Tu Lanxun listened in silence. When the ghosts were sharing the food they had brought, Tu Lanxun whispered, "You want them to leave?"

Aunt Lu and her family are indispensable, but N proposed an extremely inhumane method, which is to let the golden mirror or Mikhail take them away.

"The separation of bound spirits from the field can cause damage," N said. "They'll leave something behind, just like the dura mater adheres to the inner wall of the skull, and a part of Aunt Lu is left behind in her sleeping body."

But there is no other way.

Tu Lanxun didn't want to see the crazy family, so he suddenly said, "Can't I give it a try?"

Just like Mikhail and the dismissed Wu Long, Aunt Lu's family was left in the care of Tu Lanxun.

N looked at Tu Lanxun for a full three seconds and shook his head: "I'm not sure this will work."

Tu Lanxun smelled something against his will and insisted, "How can we know if we don't try?"

She often looks not very strong, let alone virtuous and righteous, like a young person full of simple human weaknesses, but when she decides to do something, it is difficult to stop her.

So, Tu Lanxun and Aunt Lu's family sat around the dining table.

"It will be a little painful to separate the core of the soul." said N.

Tu Lanxun thought of Mikhail's screams that night, and looking at the whole family, young and old, she began to regret not bringing headphones with her.

N first stood behind the brother-in-law ghost, ready to start with him: "Then I will begin."

"Wait!" Tu Lanxun suddenly shouted, "What is that?"

The moment N's black gloves touched the brother-in-law ghost, Tu Lanxun saw that the latter's body became translucent, and a silver light spot the size of a seed was suspended between his eyebrows.

She walked over and rubbed her fingers across her brother-in-law ghost's forehead, "Is this the place?"

N looked at Tu Lanxun sternly but confusedly. After a long pause, he replied, "Yes."

This time, N didn't take action. Tu Lanxun reached out to grab her brother-in-law ghost's forehead. The silver seed was easily held in her hand and attached to one of her hairs. The tip of the hair turned into a little bright silver.

It was like a grain of snow falling on it.

The brother-in-law ghost finally dared to interrupt. His body solidified again the moment N's gloves left his body. He said, "It's over? Didn't you say it would hurt?"

N didn't waste any time and walked directly behind Aunt Lu. Tu Lanxun followed suit and grabbed the silver seeds at the moment when N controlled them to become transparent.

The location of each ghost's seed is different. Aunt Lu's is in her mouth, Lu Jiasui's is in her ankle, and the little boy Mao'er's is in his knee.

Finally, six invisible silver lights appeared in Tu Lanxun's hair, arranged together, like a nest of snowball birds standing on a branch.

She hid that hair inside her hair bundle.

"Can we... leave?" Lu Jiasui asked in disbelief.

The farthest Aunt Lu and her family had ever gone was the street across from Genting Highlands. When N took them out of the neighborhood and into an unfamiliar convenience store, a tearful expression appeared on every face.

The computer ghost sympathetically opened a can of fruity sparkling wine for Lu Jiasui.

Their range of activities was still limited, they had to stay near Tu Lanxun, or where Tu Lanxun had been recently. They were not as free as Mikhail, but that was already a special treatment for the evil spirits who had destroyed the whole family.

——The unwritten rule of the ghost world is that the more tragic the death, the deeper the obsession, and often the stronger the initial power.

The mixed-haired kitten ghost suddenly jumped down from the cash register, walked out with its tail raised, and after taking two steps, turned back and called Tu Lanxun.

Its body became illusory when it touched the glass door, and it passed through directly. Then the cat face squeezed into the corner of the glass frame, staring at Tu Lanxun and the ghosts.

The meaning is obvious, go with it.

Tu Lanxun didn't know the criteria it used to judge the progress of things, but the kitten obviously had its own logic.

They could only get on the bus like followers.

The silver-gray Jetta was driving in the night. There were not many people going out this time, including N, Tu Lanxun, Mikhail and Liu Maosheng.

The kitten was sitting in the passenger seat. When N got in the car, he looked at it for several seconds and finally turned around and went to the back.

Mikhail made faces in the rearview mirror.

Tu Lanxun received the message instantly.

N is a great driver. But N doesn't drive. What's the reason?

N died in a fake car accident, and his former client was very good at faking accidents. If someone dies while driving, it's normal to never want to drive again.

A fatal car accident in the rain.

N, who was 26 years old at the time, was hit and killed.

They soon arrived at the old industrial area. There was no vegetable market here at night, but there were still a few stalls in the night market, emitting the smell of barbecue and garlic sauce.

Tu Lanxun went around and parked the car at another place. They walked through three trees beside the sports park, and the abandoned yard with the blue sea and tide was right in front of them.

The kitten jumped onto the wall before them. It was extremely alert. Its triangular nose twitched in the air, and it turned around and meowed in a low voice.

In fact, the vocal cords were not clamped, and Tu Lanxun was holding back his laughter, which sounded more like "gua".

N and Mikhail were on guard duty, their faces sullen. The reflection of the rising tide in the azure sea split into several pieces in N's eyes. He said, "The aura here has changed."

It could be that the ghosts in the building removed the field restrictions on them.

It could be something else.

The mixed-haired little cat ghost urged at the door, very impatient: "Quack."

The fish tank was empty and broken, with dark light floating. Tu Lanxun and others went upstairs cautiously. The office area on the second floor was still covered with dust.

But Tu Lanxun heard the sound of flowing water.

As if the aquarium was still producing oxygen, the pump still transmitting nonexistent life, Tu Lanxun and his group walked towards the source of the sound. Passing through the room at the end of the exhibition corridor, there were several staggered glass sliding doors, revealing a large space inside.

What comes into view is a magnificent water space.

The shimmering water reflects on the wall, and green and blue light effects swirl in the air, as if you are glimpsing the night sky at the North Pole.

A huge emerald green fish tail swims in the dance of light. It is as wide as a triangular sail and transparent as if it were made of thin crystal. Its light and astringent salty smell not only captures the viewer's eyes, but also conquers the nasal cavity and lungs.

It was a mermaid, with a fishtail that faded above the waist into a bodysuit, or some futuristic texture like latex skin.

The mermaid's hair fluttered behind her, floating in the air. Each strand was light emerald green, transparent and with a high refractive index, as clear as a stream of clear water.

The deep sea, the universe, the supernatural space, all of humanity's science fiction or non-science fiction aesthetic fantasies have become reality before our eyes at this moment.

Tu Lanxun's eyes twitched.

She saw the mermaid's face clearly, it was the face of No. 288 Xian Yu Qingyun.

Xianyu Qingyun really turned into a soul mermaid.

Below the mermaid, where the large pool should have been, only a circular depression remained, covered in dust and mud, with small pieces of tile falling off like fish scales. The pool was filled with garbage and not a drop of water.

Beneath this beautiful illusion lies the extreme decay of real life. No, there is no life at all.

Xianyu Qingyun's phantom was still hovering in the air.

She was originally very short, but at this moment she could look down at everyone, with an indifferent but curious expression on her face, and opened her hands towards Tu Lanxun.

Of course, it was not to welcome Tu Lanxun's arrival. The mixed-haired little cat ran to Xianyu Qingyun in a hurry.

"What are you looking for us for?" Xianyu Qingyun finally spoke.

Tu Lanxun asked, "What happened back then?"

"Why should I tell you?" Xianyu Qingyun said with disgust. Her disgust was not only for Tu Lanxun and his group, but also for this place, and even for the fish tail on her lower body. It quickly circled in the air.

Tu Lanxun felt a gust of cold wind blowing towards her. She threw the digital camera upwards, and Xian Yu Qingyun easily caught it. "I'll return your photos to you."

After saying that, Tu Lanxun turned around and left, and the ghost who came with her followed her.

"Where are you going?" Xianyu Qingyun asked.

"Run," Tu Lanxun said, "What if someone finds us and comes to stop us? We already have a grudge."

Xianyu Qingyun was obviously quite interested in the "grudge" issue. The door slammed shut automatically, and she swam directly to Tu Lanxun and the others, saying, "What did you do to the man surnamed Hu?"

Tu Lanxun finally understood. Xianyu Qingyun was a gold medal translator and tour guide. What she saw most often were traveling merchants in tourist areas. They traveled from one continent to another, so her bargaining skills were naturally no problem.

Xianyu Qingyun had intended to cooperate with them from the beginning, but he was just constantly testing the waters, hoping to gain more initiative.

"No thanks." Tu Lanxun said unhappily, "Let's go now."

"Want to know how I turned into a mermaid monster?" Xianyu Qingyun said quietly behind Tu Lanxun, "Sooner or later, you'll find out why I don't trust you."

She made an offer Tu Lanxun couldn't refuse: "I'm not a weak soul trapped here waiting for help. We fought back fiercely against the Rising Sea Tide, directly leading to their collapse. If you want to know their weaknesses, do me a favor."

Tu Lanxun felt a chill on the back of his neck as the mermaid's tail swept over him. A piece of cut newspaper flew from Xianyu Qingyun to Tu Lanxun, who held the thin paper in his hand.

Headline News: [Wealthy expatriate businessman found dead at home, body hanging from chandelier 10 meters above ground, tragic death!]

The news story was from nearly seven years ago. To protect the privacy of the deceased, the news photo only showed the front of a pure white villa, surrounded by police lights and reporters, with family members and servants standing nearby with their heads bowed and silent.

Tu Lanxun had actually heard of the deceased's name: Ji Jingyan, a near-shore fishing businessman who had been operating in the neighboring coastal province. He hadn't expected him to be dead.

"We did it." Xianyu Qingyun looked over at him and smiled, "He was the buyer of No. 256. He was also a good friend of Hu Haisheng. Good friends should have discovered each other's bodies as soon as possible."