C44 Soul-calling Preparation

"Scientific research, is it based on the hypothesis of Da Ming asking for confirmation carefully?" "It's important to have opinions that coexist, and then reason with each other to verify it?"

"Let's assume it."

"Could it be that your senior brother came to the laboratory to write it down?" His handwriting was very similar to the professor's? Or to encourage you. "

Gongshu Huan shook his head. "I don't have such a good relationship with my juniors. I don't have much contact with everyone because of my status. Who asked me to be a publicly acknowledged young master?"

"It's not that we don't believe you. It's just that the appearance of a soul that doesn't leave is rare in real life."

"Let's find out for you." He looked up at me sharply. "You want to help?"

"Like you used to help me?"

"I didn't help you much before."

"Because of Gongshu Yuan, I've always felt guilty towards you …"

"It's none of your business. He's him, you're you." I stood up. "Tianyi, let's go. We'll go take a look again tonight. It's a pity that there aren't any more spiritualists. We might not be able to recruit any spirits." I have to think of something. "

"Oh yeah, how long has it been since something happened to Professor Yi?"

"Ten days." He stood up. "Thank you, Wood." He stretched out his hand in a serious manner.

I was tipsy and opened up his hands. "Alright, Gongshu Huan. Why are you so angry when we're not born yet?"

He was a little surprised, and Tianyi winked at him and smiled.

"I'll treat you guys to a good treat." "Really." When we said goodbye, he shouted at us.

"Alright, Rolling Stone. "Drink until you're drunk." I answered loudly.

Sitting in the car, I fell silent. Xiao Yao bought tea for me to sober up. Zhang Meiyuan would not be happy to see me drinking in broad daylight.

I don't understand. If the professor hadn't committed suicide, why would he have died in love? There was one person that Gongshu had never mentioned from the beginning to the end.

Mistress Yi.

Would anyone harm him? How did he do it so that only Professor Yi's fingerprints were on the cup, not his wife?

That girl just died for nothing? Why didn't her soul appear together?

Various doubts surfaced in his mind as he felt dizzy. However, his thoughts seemed to have become clearer.

I leaned against the window, lost in thought.

"… …"

Mistress Yi was sitting in a rocking chair. The sunlight from the study window was shining on her rocking chair.

In her hand was a blue-gray sweater for Professor Yi's winter.

The color of his black tweed coat was not too dull, nor too ostentatious. And the woolen scarf. It was more refined and fashionable.

The duffel coat was already covered and hung in the closet, but the sweater was the only one he liked to wear.

Yi Shi Mu's dexterous hands, knitting a variety of patterns, compared to the bought sweater warmth, aesthetics are much higher.

Professor Yi's daily life was managed by his wife. It could even be said that she was the one who shaped this man.

A man with a graceful bearing at the age of fifty.

She wiped her eyes and lowered her head to continue weaving the sweater. She couldn't afford to be idle in her hands or not know what to do.

She lowered her head and needle her thoughts into her sweater. Burn him when it's cold, put on a sweater, and he'll feel her yearning.

The clock said ten o'clock. At this hour, Professor Yi should add a glass of milk. It would be good for the bones. However, there was no longer anything that could be taught by Professor Yi.

His usual scent of soap wafted through the room. He was an elegant old man.

They had been together for decades, she thought of him, she thought of not daring to stop herself from doing something.

There was a knock at the door, and, thank God, someone came to break the silence of the house.

Mistress Yi answered and opened the door.

I saw two young men.

Me and Gongshu. I proposed to see Mistress Yi.

He also wanted to check if their family had trapped Professor Yi's soul.

Suicide has nothing to live for, it will not linger for long.

I looked at the old woman who opened the door. Her gray hair was tied back in a neat bun.

Like an old man who's been working on art all his life.

But —

She was wearing a shirt that was obviously not her own. She was leaning on a walking stick that was a little too long. He looked nervous.

"I …" I forgot to change. "Wait a moment, excuse me."

I looked at Gongshu. His eyes were red. His voice was choked with sobs. "Slow down. We'll just have to wait here."

"Nothing, I just came to visit Mistress."

The bedroom door closed in front of us, and I heard muffled sobs from inside.

It was so quiet here that a dark shadow flashed in the study and I hurried over. The rocking chair was empty, but it was still swaying.

I turned to the rocking chair and breathed a sigh of relief. A cat lay on a pile of unknitted sweaters, playing with a ball of wool.

He was covered in shiny black, and he was treading on snow. The eyes were emerald green. What a beautiful cat.

I squatted down to play with it, scratching its head and neck, and it enjoyed exposing its stomach.

After all, they were animals. They had let their guard down so quickly.

Mistress Yi finished changing her clothes and walked over. She was a gentle looking woman, and although she was old, she gave off a scholarly vibe.

"Sit down. I'll get some tea. This is one of my favorite students, Teacher Yi. " She patted his shoulder.

I gave him a wink and told him to say, We came here all right. Scholars usually snort at the idea of summoning souls.

And I need to do something about the room. He needed someone to convince Mistress Yi.

Teacher Yi died from drinking arsenic trioxide. The lab can get it, and he can also synthesize it himself.

The food he had eaten that night was poisonous, but the coffee was clean, and there were prints of him and Pu Min on the cups and bowls.

When Gongshu and I arrived, Xiao Yao and Tianyi both returned. He then told me that Pu Min and Professor Yi had died together, sitting across from each other in the living room.

He didn't want anyone to know, so he didn't finish at the coffee shop.

"Then wouldn't it be troublesome for Mistress Yi?" I couldn't help but feel less worried.

I don't have much to say about the matter of feelings, I see the feelings of the sweet less, a moment of sweetness will also bring a long time of pain, and incurable wounds.

I don't want to denounce others from a moral point of view. Love is above morality.

How can a man compete with humanity, with the animal side of him?

Day and night, he was wary of himself. He was always tired after closing his eyes for a short period of time.

To fall in love with a man will protect him from all the slander and bullets of the world.

"She just happened to be taking part in Sunset Red's vacation. Teacher Yi can't go to her lessons. She's not at home. "

"What a coincidence."

"Maybe he has been waiting for this for a long time." A pained expression was plastered on Gongshu's face.

Although they didn't want to believe it, the truth was right in front of them. Professor Yi had indeed died together with his female student.

"Maybe it's just having a meal together. Teacher Yi often eats with you, right?" I comforted him.

"I hope so." He looked at Master Yi in the kitchen and said quickly and quietly, "The only consoling thing is, when the two of them asked for the table to be filled with food, their clothes were neat and tidy. There were no traces of Teacher Yi cheating. But Pu Min is wearing a halter skirt with a deep V-neck. " he said bitterly.

Mistress Yi came over with a teapot and teacup and poured tea for us.

"Thank you Auntie." I thank you.

She smiled and said, "Hai, time waits for no one, even if you don't want to be an aunt, you can't be an aunt." I sensed a hint of annoyance and helplessness in her tone.

"Mistress, I have two things I need to do. Firstly, I'm worried about you. I want to arrange a trip for you to relax my mind and secondly …"

"… …"

In the silence of the room, the black cat silently walked over, jumped on Yi Shi Shi's knee, and obediently lay down on her lap.

"I want to summon Teacher's soul." He took out the book and flipped open the page. "Take a look at the teacher's handwriting."

Mistress Yi took the book with a look of disbelief. I've read all my life. He has a habit of writing letters, and when he writes on the vertical hook, he uses a lot of strength. Only I know. "

"It was written in my notebook the day before yesterday." Before Gongshu could finish his words, Mistress Yi covered her mouth and burst into tears.

"Impossible." She gasped, "Do you think the prime minister is still here?"

She stood up, walked around the room, and called out softly, "The prime minister? Where are you, first minister? "

I sat on the sofa and watched the scene. If it wasn't for the truth of the matter, Yi Shi Shi Shi really should have become an actress.

"How do you want to summon souls?" Do you need me there? "

"No need, we only need to stay in the study room, which is where Teacher Yi usually stays."

Mistress Yi nodded. "Can I see him and talk to him?"

"Not necessarily. It depends on how strong your soul is." I took my bag and went into the study. There was nothing to arrange.

As long as the soul was there, there was no need for special techniques. All he needed to do was call out to him, and then trap him in this room. In addition, he had to see with his eyes.

Sometimes the soul does not want others to see it. Other than opening the Heaven's Eyes, there was no other way.

I took out a string of black cat bells, the wind chimes are very attractive, hexagonal tower bell and black cat wind chimes the most.

The hexagonal pagoda bell summons wild ghosts, but the black cat wind chime has the meaning of protection. Outsiders were not allowed to enter.

Light candles to let the unconscious souls know their way home, and some of them only wish to see their families again before they die.

After death, one would lose consciousness and wander around their usual place, not even knowing that they were already dead.

Moreover, the possibility of who was the culprit behind Professor Yi's medicine was very small, it was very likely that it was Pu Min. If it really was him, then Pu Min was much more likely to hover in this world.

I have another idea. The two were not suicidal people. Professor Yi had finally gotten to where he was today, so what he cared about the most was his reputation and status.

It was even more impossible for an ambitious girl like Pu Min to die for love.

Love is just a kind of packaging, sold to the dreamer in exchange for the resources he needs.

There are many such people, men and women alike.

I walked around in my study. On my desk was a photo of Professor Yi and his wife.

Also, there was the picture of Professor Yi together with the students he had brought along.

Time was exceptionally cruel to women.

He was clearly fifty years old, but Professor Yi looked like … He was a man with a strong demeanor and a strong reputation.

Both fame and benefits are a aphrodisiac for men. Let them be refreshed.

Mistress Yi's figure had already changed, but she was just a good-looking old woman standing together with Professor Yi. She was blocked by the aura of a man, making her feel like she didn't exist at all.

Professor Yi, who was surrounded by youthful students, stood straight in the middle. He wore a woolen suit, had a pipe in his hand, wore a cap on his tongue, and had a full snow-white beard. Wearing tortoiseshell glasses.

He had a windbreaker over his arm and a cane. He was so pretentious that he didn't lose to the boy at all.

He was another kind of cool, and needed time to settle down.

My eyes fell on one of the girls, and I knew by intuition that she was very plain, only a little longer than the others. Her hair was a little darker, and her eyes were watery, and she had a mischievous, flirtatious smile at the corner of her mouth. She was wearing a short, snow-white cotton jacket and black pants.

Long legs, short boots. Amongst the group of girls, it was the most conspicuous.

There was a pen container on Professor Yi's desk, with a pen and a fountain pen inserted inside.