#Anti-seal seal, jingcha is represented by...

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At this time, the sky was getting brighter and there was a layer of clouds floating in the forest. It seemed that due to the revival of spiritual energy, the air in the forest was particularly fresh.

Wei Yuan, who was sitting cross-legged on a rock, opened his eyes and checked the progress of the script.

After the script starts, he doesn't need to follow up and view it at any time, and the progress of the script will be feedback back by himself.

For example, at this time, lines of text automatically appeared in the script of "The First Ghost".

(Zhou Xue looked for Zhang Yu, learned the truth through intimidation, and then searched for Zhang Zheng...)

(Through Zhang Zhengzhi's mouth, I learned about Wang Zijun's address and went to revenge...)

(Zhang Yu's father took his family to the... Bureau to report the case, and called Zhang Zheng's family to... intervene...)

These are all plots of the story that develops itself, and they all appear on the script one by one.

Wei Yuan only created the script initially and formulated an outline for the script. He guided it a little during the process, and let the rest develop the story itself.

Otherwise, if everything is written in detail according to his ideas, it would be a bit boring.

A book is made no coincidence!

Various uncertainties and coincidences in the story are the important part of a wonderful story!

For example, human heart.

Wei Yuan had never expected that Zhang Yu's family would call the police before.

After all, they are in the wrong hands and encounter legends of ghosts and monsters. Most people probably won’t choose to call the police.

Sure enough, human hearts are unpredictable.

Wei Yuan curled his lips and became more excited about this script.

The greater the influence of the script, the better. Since the police have entered the drama now, let’s make the script more exciting!

A good story is definitely not smooth!

I checked my wonderful values. After accumulating in the middle of the night, I accumulated another 240 points.

It should be enough.

Wei Yuan called out the system, reopened the script of "The First Ghost", and then picked up the pen and wrote:

(Because Zhou Xue committed suicide and was worried that something would change, Wang Zijun was arranged by her parents to go abroad...)

(When Zhou Xue arrived, Wang Zijun had just boarded the plane flying abroad, and Zhou Xue flew away...)

When the pen stops, the exciting value instantly decreases by 200 points.

Looking at the remaining 40 wonderful points, Wei Yuan thought about it and then wrote:

(The furious Zhou Xue met the policeman who went to Wang Zijun's house to check...)

The exciting value was reduced by only 10 points.

Because Zhou Xue was indeed furious, the police... also went to Wang Zijun's house to check, and Wei Yuan only guided him a little.

In this way, the conflicts in the story should be strong enough, right?

The evil ghost who is determined to take revenge, the justice... The Zhang family, who has a ghost in their hearts, runs to the main culprit abroad.

It must be a big show!

The sky had already brightened up and Chang'an City woke up.

The two of them walked out of the car in a sleepy state, looked at the door sign in front of them, and after confirming that they had found no mistake, they knocked on the door.

The knock on the door echoed on the quiet street.

This is a villa area, surrounded by single-family villas, with few people.

After waiting for a while, there was no response in the room.

The two policemen looked at each other, frowned, and then rang the doorbell bell next to them.

The crisp doorbell rang in the room, and the two outside the room could hear it clearly.

Still no one came out.

One of them yawned, wiped off the booze from the corners of his eyes, and said to his side in a sleepy manner:

“Are you not at home?”

The other person frowned and looked at the room in confusion.

After waiting for a while, there was still no movement. The two shook their heads and prepared to leave.

But suddenly I heard a muffled sound from the second floor.

Then there was a scream.

The two of them who had just turned around were shocked and quickly turned around to look at the room, reaching out to touch the baton on their waists.

The sleepiness dissipated and the eyes were alert.

The two looked at each other, quietly approached the door, and listened for a while.

After a moment of quietness, a scream cut through the quiet room. The two outside the door were startled. After eye contact, the two of them slammed their arms into the door.

But the door is extremely hard.

Gripping his teeth, one of them placed his eyes on the balcony on the second floor.

There is a windowsill on the first floor, and you can barely catch the balcony on the second floor.

After making a gesture, the two walked to the balcony, one bowed his waist and put his hands on his waist, the other took a few steps back, and then ran and rushed over.

He stepped on the other person's hand, and the person who was working with his hands raised his hands with force, while the person who was going upstairs used force at the same time.

He jumped up and grabbed the balcony.

He gritted his teeth, turned over, then reached down and pulled the person downstairs up.

The two went up to the second floor, and the screams in the room were even more clearly audible.

The two looked alert, clenched the baton in their hands and walked quietly into the room.

In the room, the items were neatly arranged without any damage. It can be seen that the owner of the house is a clean person.

The screams that sounded from time to time came from the innermost bedroom.

The two looked at each other and quickly touched them.

The screams became more and more shrill, and there was also the sound of speaking as if there were, there was no such thing as there was no such thing.

The screams came from two people, one man and one woman.

But when I heard the sound of talking, it seemed like there were three people.

For some reason, the closer they got to the bedroom, the colder they felt, as if they had fallen into an ice cellar, even a little gloomy.

The door was slightly open.

The two stopped, one of them waved, and then quietly walked towards the crack of the door, trying to see what was going on in the room through the crack of the door.

Another person stood beside him and waited.

The crack in the door was not wide, and there was only a thin piece left, so you could barely see the room clearly.

The person who walked up to him thought this way, then narrowed his eyes and leaned towards the crack of the door.

Some dark shadows seemed to flash.

This thought flashed through his mind, and he blinked, and what caught his eyes was a blood-red eye.

...The body suddenly took a step back, and the whole body was stiff, and the chill behind me rushed from my scalp to my tail bone.

The door opens automatically without wind.

The crack in the door became bigger and bigger, a dark shadow with a terrifying facial features and a gloomy body stood behind the door, quietly looking at the person outside the door.

The black shadow said hoarsely:

"Are you here?"

It was like an ordinary greeting, but... a cold sweat suddenly oozed out of his forehead.

Eyes with blood and tears, ferocious facial features, bloody hair, yin energy around your body, and body floating in the air. No matter how you look at it, this is all a ghost!

Gudong.

I swallowed my saliva, and the sound was clearly audible.

"What's wrong?"

The person standing on the other side did not see the scene in the room, but only saw his companions looking at the room in horror.

Frowning, the other man tightened the baton in his hand, looked fierce and stepped forward!

The situation in the room instantly came into my eyes.
To be continued...