I immediately started to prepare, and I hung a neutral pen, put a piece of A4 paper underneath, and the tip of the pen was just on the paper.

There is no doubt that I plan to ask questions by using the method of hiring Bixian!

But unlike the Penxian game where ordinary people are idle and have nothing to do, they just randomly pull a passerby to answer questions, while I have to ask a specific ghost.

So I drew a circle with rooster blood on the outside of the table to make sure that things outside cannot come in and things inside cannot go out!

After finishing, I put the disposable paper cup sealed by the soul of the mystery writer on the table, burned three pillars of sandalwood to let it eat first. Wang Xu watched me do these preparations quickly and said in surprise: "Sister Xinyue said you are an antique dealer, how could the antique dealer do these things?"

"Are you going to be an all-round talent nowadays?" I smiled casually, then opened the paper cup, and a wisp of cold wind came out and attached it to the neutral pen.

I cleared my throat and started asking questions, and tried it first and asked, "Who are you?"

The neutral pen started to move, and Wang Xu was stunned by the writer's pen name.

I took off the paper on it and stuffed another piece of a4 paper: "Who is the murderer in your mystery novel "Bloody Apartment"?"

The neutral pen is not moving, and the other party will definitely not be willing to answer this kind of question immediately. I explained to it that he wanted to fill in the pit for him, saying that his thinking was too meticulous and we had no choice but to ask him himself, hoping that he would definitely help.

The writer was finally convinced and slowly wrote a few words on the paper: "Tenator No. 3."

"So that's it!" Wang Xu shouted excitedly: "Yes, this is the most reasonable ending, I understand it!"

"That's all?" I asked.

"Okay." Wang Xu's head was like a chicken pecking at rice.

My appetite was also swelled up, and he asked him to give me a copy after the novel was published, and Wang Xu agreed.

Wang Xu said: "Boss Zhang, your move is so amazing. If you have time in the future, you can also invite Cao Xueqin's wronged soul from the underworld and fill in the pit of "Dream of Red Mansions"!"

"Take it down, you kid is really fantastic. Where can I find Cao Xueqin's wronged soul..." I laughed.

I was about to send away the author's wronged soul, Yin Xinyue asked curiously: "Brother Zhang, I have never played Pen Xian, can I ask questions?"

"Yes." I nodded.

Yin Xinyue thought for a while and asked, "Bixian, do you think I am beautiful?"

After waiting for a while, the pen wrote "Yes" on the paper.

I was amused: "What's the problem? Isn't it an obvious fact?"

"That doesn't count, I'll ask another one." Yin Xinyue thought for a while and asked, "Who killed you?"

The newspaper said that this online writer committed suicide because of too much pressure in life. I guess he would definitely write the word suicide, but the pen wrote a name: "Brother Wei!"

Yin Xinyue and I were shocked, and I asked quickly: "Why did Brother Wei kill you?"

This time the pen did not move, probably because I didn't know, so I burned three more fragrant branches and sent the writer's wronged soul back to a disposable paper cup.

Unexpectedly, when he accidentally hired the Bixian, he actually led to such a truth. Brother Wei must have sold the pen to these writers separately, killed one person and then taken it back, and sold it to the next one. No wonder he was pursued by the wronged soul!

This is the most conscientious behavior in the evil circle. If it were in my grandfather's era, the portal would have been cleaned up by the powerful.

After Yin Xinyue took Wang Xu away, I called several of Brother Wei’s acquaintances to ask about his whereabouts. They all said that Brother Wei hadn’t been home for a long time, and his wife also took the children back to her parents’ home, and the store was closed, so I don’t know where to go.

So, I posted a message in the circle and offered a reward of 100,000 yuan to find out Brother Wei's whereabouts. This time I sacrificed my life and tried to cure this scum in the Yin world at any cost!

After waiting for another day, Li Mazi called and said that he had found Meng Dongye: "Brother Zhang, come here quickly. This guy is almost writing himself to death. I didn't listen if I said it out loud."

"Wait for me a while," I said.

I drove to the address given to me by Li Mazi. I was unfamiliar with this area. I asked passers-by for a long time before I found out the location of the guesthouse. Then I went up to the third floor, and a room was open, and Li Mazi's voice came from inside.

When I went in, I saw Meng Dongye squatting on a chair with an infusion stand next to him. He was typing while hanging glucose, and he was still typing a cigarette in his mouth, which was so smoky that he was so hot that he was about to fall off. But his fingers were typing on the keyboard quickly, and he didn't even have the time to flick the ash.

I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw Meng Dongye still alive.

"You're finally here! Look at this guy, I've just said a few words to him and almost fought with me." Li Mazi looked distressed.

"Writer Meng, let's go back." I advised.

"Go away! Don't hinder my creative enthusiasm. I'm still 200,000 words away from writing. I'll return the pen to you..." Meng Dong said absent-mindedly.

"I'll tell you the truth, you can't finish this script."

"Don't coax me, if you don't disturb me, it's my greatest support!" Meng Dongye shook my hand away.

I was so amused and crying that I couldn't persuade the damn ghost, and I couldn't reason with this person, so I just kidnapped it.

At this time, I smelled a bloody smell. I looked around and saw that the sheets and quilts were very neat. Meng Dongye hadn't slept at all these two days, and there was no blood on the ground. I looked up and asked Li Mazi: "Did you smell the blood?"

"Is there any?" Li Mazi sniffed: "I smelled nothing!"

"Lucky, hand me the ashtray next to me." Meng Dongye said, holding the cigarette butt.

Without thinking too much, I reached out to the ashtray next to me. The ashtray was tempered glass, very thick and washed cleanly, but when I reached out, it was sticky, as if it was stained with something. When I saw it, I saw that it was covered with blood!

I looked back and saw that Li Mazi and Meng Dongye who were talking just now were gone, and there was only one person lying on the floor, with a lot of blood flowing from his head.

The ground was covered with blood, and my footprints were covered with my footprints.

And the blood-stained ashtray in my hand is obviously a murder weapon!

My head buzzed, knowing that I was framed, I quickly put down the ashtray and walked outside. But suddenly two policemen came up from the other end of the corridor and shouted: "Stop!"

I thought to myself that if I was caught, I couldn't even wash it even if I jumped into the Yellow River, so I ran away and the two policemen were chasing me desperately.

I ran out of the guesthouse and saw my car parked not far away, so I walked towards it. Suddenly, I grabbed my collar with one hand and pulled me back. I saw Li Mazi standing there, and there was a road next to me, and a truck was whizzing past.

If he hadn't pulled me back, I would have been almost killed!

Looking back, the two policemen who were chasing me were gone.

"Brother Zhang, are you catching up with evil? You can't stop calling you, so you walk straight to the road?" Li Mazi said in panic.

"Why are you here?" I asked.

"I'm afraid you won't recognize the way, so I'm waiting for you here, but I haven't waited for a long time." Li Mazi said.

I suddenly understood the scene in the room, the police, and the cars were all illusions. I was fooled by a beautiful pen, but the blood I touched and the people lying on the ground in the guesthouse were real. It was Meng Dongye, and he was attacked.
Chapter completed!