[Shameless means you are invincible: Is it my illusion? This underground floor is very dark and spooky. Even I, who am not afraid of these things, feel creepy.]

【Good luck: It's eerie. If it wasn't eerie, I wouldn't have come here for a meeting. By the way, I always feel that this place looks familiar. Does anyone remember where this is? 】

[Angry Sister: Have you forgotten? This is the Jiangnan No. 3 factory that caught fire four years ago. Many people were burned to death at that time.]

Jiangnan Factory is the supplier of the Hanguo milkcocoa brand. Factory No. 1 produces shoes and bags, Factory No. 2 is responsible for summer clothing, and Factory No. 3 is mainly responsible for the processing of winter clothing.

On Christmas Eve four years ago, a fire broke out in Factory No. 3 due to illegal electricity use, killing nine employees on the spot. Factory No. 3 was abandoned as a result, and since then, people have always heard crying coming from the ruins at midnight, and sometimes they can see human figures wandering in the abandoned building.

The residents around were in panic and fear for a long time.

Later, the Feng Shui master of the time, Jin Zhendong, stepped forward and performed several rituals, and then the strange movements disappeared.

Under his suggestion, Factory No. 3 was razed to the ground, a police station was built on top of it, and people with special birth horoscopes were selected to work there. At the same time, an underground space was opened up to serve as a conference room.

But it does not need to be put into use. Just lock the passage leading to the underground level with an iron door and everything will be done.

Unfortunately, Kim Jin-dong died unexpectedly three months after the ceremony, and the final locking of the police station was carried out by his apprentice Lee Jae-woo.

Such an important event was of course broadcast live by the TV station. Everything went smoothly that day. Only when the lock was finally put on, Lee Jae-woo refused the silver lock prepared by his master and insisted that a gold lock would be better.

Although the people present were curious, they finally listened to his advice and replaced the silver lock with a gold lock.

Fortunately, no strange things happened afterwards, and the incident was gradually forgotten. If Shen Jiezhu had not come over today, perhaps this incident would never be remembered again.

【Dajidali: Yes, yes, yes, I was wondering why it looked so familiar. I remember a crew wanted to shoot a horror movie here before, but later gave up. Is there really something in here?】

[Don’t believe in rumors and don’t spread them: Master Jin Zhendong said at the beginning that all grudges are in the past and they have already been reincarnated. Do you still not believe the master’s words? ]

Jin Zhendong has been famous for many years. He has handled many supernatural events and protected the safety of many people. He is a god in the hearts of every Han Chinese and a true master in the metaphysical circle.

Those who experienced the Factory No. 3 incident have 500 percent admiration and respect for him.

[Good luck: He passed away three months after the ceremony. I always feel weird about it...]

[Summer hasn't come yet: Who cares? Anyway, I'm not afraid as long as Pig is here. Even if there is anything, she will definitely be able to handle it! ]

After seeing this, Ji Chang Hyun in front of the computer focused his attention on the screen. After looking carefully, he felt that what the fan just said was right. Shen Jiezhu really has that kind of security that can make people feel at ease.

You can call it bewitching, or just natural charm.

Anyway, this gloomy and depressing corridor, with her leisurely pace, looked like her living room.

The camera was not very stable, so everyone in the live broadcast room could see that there were actually some strange symbols painted on the walls on both sides of the corridor with a brush, like the graffiti of an elementary school student, messy and disorganized.

But why are there elementary school students in this place?

Anyone with a brain knows that this must be the work of Master Jin Zhendong and Lee Jaewoo. Why did the Feng Shui master draw this picture? It must be...

When everyone was feeling uneasy, Shen Jiezhu turned her head and walked forward while looking at the symbols on the wall, nodding and shaking her head as if she was admiring a work of art in an exhibition hall.

Xiaomi asked her hesitantly: "Pig, is there any problem with this place?"

“This is a huge problem.”

Everyone's heart skipped a beat.

Shen Jiezhu chuckled, but there was not much smile in her half-bent eyes. She raised her hand and touched the red marks on the wall, sighing: "The painting is too sloppy, it's such a waste of such good cinnabar..."

Phew, I'm so scared, it turns out the drawing was too sloppy.

Xiaomi felt relieved, and her breath was trembling.

The tense atmosphere in the live broadcast room instantly dissipated and became cheerful.

But Ji Chang Hyun couldn't help but frown. Was she really joking? But why did he always feel that she had something else in mind?

Although the cinnabar used at that time was indeed very expensive, that is not the point...

"Hiss——" Li Taizheng beside him took a breath, leaned back in his chair, turned his head and asked him.

"Xiaochang, why do I feel that Shen Jiezhu is weird? No, it's not weird, but I feel like she seems to have some hidden meaning."

"Yeah, I think so too."

Ji Chang Hyun fell into deep thought. Before he could figure out what Shen Jiezhu meant, he heard the table being slapped hard.

"Damn! An Gangster is here too! Just wait and see, he's such a sly guy, he'll definitely cause trouble for Shen Jiezhu!"

Li Taizheng pouted, his face full of dissatisfaction: "I hope Shen Jiezhu will give him a slap in the face later to teach him a lesson and let him know that waste dies from talking too much!"

Ji Chang-hyun looked towards the screen and saw Shen Jiezhu had already entered the conference room. The first person captured by the camera was the boy sitting in the middle, who was now leaning on the table and playing with his mobile phone.

He has red hair, his legs are crossed, and the collar of his floral shirt is open, revealing a large area of ​​his chest muscles. The light extends along the lines of his skin texture, and the undulations of shadows are particularly obvious.

Li Taizheng cursed again: "You are so disheveled in a meeting, how shameless!"

Ji Chang Hyun couldn't help but laugh. The revenge of Tae Jung and An Sang could never be avenged in this lifetime.

An Shang is the youngest senior wizard in the Wizarding House. He is extremely talented. His abilities have improved by leaps and bounds since he joined the Wizarding House. He became famous at a young age, is arrogant, and is recognized as a nitpicker in the entire metaphysical circle.

Li Taizheng was the one he had argued with the most times.

Now, he is arguing with Shen Jiezhu.

"Tsk tsk tsk, Master, let me tell you, these days, anyone can come to attend a metaphysical conference."

After saying this, he released his thumb from the phone screen, and the sound of a voice message being sent rang briefly.

He seemed to be sending a voice message, but his eyes were fixed on Shen Jiezhu with a look of disdain.

He was just playing the Yin and Yang to Shen Jiezhu, and he was not afraid even if there was a camera.

Xiaomi sat with Shen Jiezhu in the middle seat on the other side, looking unhappy, pouting and not saying a word.

Shen Jiezhu noticed her complexion, smiled and pushed the water she had just poured for herself in front of Xiaomi, and asked her concernedly: "Are you okay? It's smoky and foul here, with all kinds of dirty stuff. If you're afraid of dirtying your eyes, just don't look across."

Opposite her is An Shang.

Xiaomi was amused by this remark and felt much better.

An Shang had a bad temper and he would vent whenever he was upset. He immediately kicked away the chair and threw his fist on the table.

"What do you mean?"

"Ah?" Sister Shen looked up in surprise, with an innocent look on her face: "What's wrong?"

The more innocent they are, the more infuriating they are.

People in the other two museums were so excited that some of them even picked up their phones to start filming.

An Shang's face turned green. A nameless internet celebrity who predicted a case by sheer luck was actually praised by everyone as a rising star in metaphysics. He had seen this kind of hype too many times.

I just look down on people who rely on hype to gain fame.

If she didn't have any real ability, she would just keep a low profile. Who knew that she would dare to play tricks on herself?

"Who is the dirty thing?"

Shen Jiezhu pointed behind him and said, "You can find out if you look back yourself."

"Don't change the subject, where did this dirty stuff come from..."

An Shang suddenly fell silent and swallowed his unfinished words, because he indeed saw something dirty stuck on the wall behind him.

…

Did he misunderstand Shen Jiezhu?

But why do I always feel weird?

It seems like I was hit in the face, but I wasn’t hit. Was I hit or not?

He casually threw a mahogany card over and then put it back in his pocket.

He touched his face, dragged the kicked chair back in a somewhat wolfish manner, and sat down.

The atmosphere was a bit weird, and everyone's eyes were moving between Shen Jiezhu and An Shang.

At this moment, two policemen came in and greeted everyone present very enthusiastically, and then began to explain the particularity of this case.

The deceased, Kim Chan-byul, was 21 years old, a student at Seoul National University, majoring in art. She was very pretty and had no boyfriend. The forensic examination showed that she died on the night of eight days ago.

There were bruises on the body, most likely caused during the struggle with the murderer. There were no signs of rape on the lower body. The fatal wound was a knife wound on the abdomen. He died of excessive bleeding and was later thrown into the Han River after a forged suicide note was made.

What’s interesting is that the handwriting of the fake rabbit is very similar to the deceased’s original handwriting, almost to the point of being indistinguishable from the real thing.

Originally, the discussion of the case needed to be kept confidential, but Shen Jiezhu had her own plans, so she took the initiative to contact the police station. In this way, netizens in the live broadcast room also had the opportunity to listen to an analysis of the case.

[Summer Hasn't Come Yet: The handwriting is very similar, so it must be someone she knows? How can someone who is not familiar with her know what her handwriting looks like? 】

[The sun rises in the east: Check your roommates to see if they are campus bullies or something?]

[Passerby Thyroid: Damn it, campus bully, go to hell! ]

…

While netizens were discussing, everyone present was also discussing, and finally came to a conclusion.

It's been too long, the surveillance is broken, all useful clues are gone, and fingerprints are nowhere to be found. Now there is only one solution...

That is summoning spirits.

By summoning the soul to ask, even if the soul has gone far away or dispersed, you can still get some useful information.

Otherwise, this will become an unsolved mystery.

As long as there is a clue, we can't let it go.

It’s just that the skill of summoning spirits is not possessed by fortune tellers, feng shui masters, and fortune tellers. Only wizards can learn the method of summoning spirits.

Among all the people present, there are only three wizards.

Among the three, the only one who has the ability to successfully summon the spirit is An Shang.

An Shang started to prepare without saying anything, and stole a few glances at Shen Jiezhu, trying to find some different emotions on her face. Unfortunately, Shen Jiezhu didn't even look at him, and stared at the talisman on the wall in a daze.

Everything was ready, and the summoning of spirits began. The camera was covered with a layer of toilet paper, so something could be vaguely seen, but it was not clear.

An Shang turned the bowl of prepared cinnabar ink in a different direction, then squatted down and drew some talismans on the floor at the door of the conference room.

It is a special necromancy talisman that other lower-level wizards have never even seen.

He covered a red candle with cinnabar, lit it and placed it in the center of the talisman. In order to control the summoned soul in a fixed position, he even used copper and red thread to draw a circle, just facing the candle.

Shen Jiezhu looked at all his preparations and couldn't help but nodded.

The foundation is very solid, the preparation is very thorough, and he is indeed capable.

As per custom, the main light above was turned off, leaving only the small lights around the walls. The whole room darkened instantly, and the flickering candlelight stretched the shadow of the copper coin very long, making the originally narrow circle suddenly larger.

A strange atmosphere began to flow, and when my nerves were stretched to the limit, the sounds around me suddenly became richer.

Xiaomi and Anzi moved closer to Shen Jiezhu with some fear.

"You can't see anything, don't be afraid."

Ordinary people cannot see the soul, and half of the metaphysical practitioners here cannot see it either.

An Shang sat on the ground, facing the door, looking at the red paper with the birth date of the deceased, and began to throw the copper plates in his hand onto the ground one by one.

"Jin Canxing, I'm calling you. If you can hear me, please come to me."

"Jin Chanxing, I can help you. If you can hear me, please come to me."

"Golden Star..."

The copper plate fell to the ground, rolled many times, and then fell down. The sound of tinkling bells surrounded the entire conference room, like wind chimes, but duller than wind chimes, penetrating the eardrums and drilling into the heart.

Everyone held their breath, afraid of disturbing him.

Finally, the lights in the corridor began to buzz.

There was no wind, but the candle flames began to flicker.

An Shang's shadow was imprinted on the wall, swaying from side to side.

She is here!

Those who can see ghosts look forward to it with great excitement.

Everything was going so smoothly, but the next second...

“Bang!”

The candle placed at the door suddenly fell to the ground, and candle tears splashed all over the ground. The orange candle flame jumped, illuminating the ground with talismans painted on it.

On the clean floor, there was a black footprint.

Then two, three, four, five...

An Shang sensed something was wrong, he looked up abruptly with a changed expression, he stood up quickly, took out a peach wood card from his pocket and threw it towards the door.

Snap!

The peach wood plate shattered into pieces, fell to the ground, and hit the copper coin ring.

…

Shen Jiezhu held her forehead helplessly and sighed.

When you live long enough, you can see everything. This is the first time she has seen a wrong summoning of spirits...

Now it’s better. What should have come hasn’t come, and what shouldn’t have come has all come.

Are you calling so many ghosts here to hold a meeting to mobilize their thoughts?