MYSTERY OF THE NIGHT STREET

Demon

The problem has passed for 2 years, in order to avoid responsibility, the government deliberately fabricated a story to the contrary.

Only Mr. Hen is not willing to take it off.

He seemed to be unable to get any useful resources and information from me, looking very disappointed.

Mr. Hen said "Then what are your plans after this?"

I said, "Walk while planning".

Despite saying so in my heart I have thought, after this I will go to the city to meet Uncle Thio and ask for the marriage letter.

And will not forget to look for a man named Mr. Lee.

At that time Mr. Lee himself recognized himself as a great warrior and according to the words of a female ghost, actually he had a bad plan, he was very evil.

I have to find him.

Mr. Hen nodded "Before, you should head to the police station with me to make a confession."

This guy was so clean hard, he didn't give up on the investigation at all.

The police force in the area is very few.

The atmosphere is very quiet.

It's just that the lights in the room are brightly lit, until the entire room seems like daylight.

I went downstairs to the room for interrogation.

The interrogation room was even very different, in this room, the lighting was deliberately made less.

I was sitting on a very cold chair, suddenly a bright light was shining down on my face, making my eyes feel bad.

In this situation, people would definitely feel uneasy and panic.

But this doesn't even have a big effect on me.

Mr. Hen and Mr. Rio sat in front of me, Mr. Hen was in charge of interrogating and Mr. Rio made a note.

This is a normal interrogation process at the police station.

Because the bright light kept shining down on my face, I kept my eyes closed, but strangely I saw a shadow moving forward.

I stretched out my hand and tried to block the bright light.

When he saw the shadow behind Mr. Hen, his shadow on the wall continued to move.

But since then Mr. Hen has not moved at all, just sitting speechless.

It makes me suddenly tense, what's going on?

Hen began the interrogation.

Everything that needs to be asked and everything that needs to be answered has been said along the way, but they still want to repeat it, if until I give a different answer, then my problem will be even greater.

Fortunately, my memory is quite good, and what I said is not complete nonsense either.

Mr. Hen repeated everything three times with great patience, but all my answers were exactly the same as the beginning.

He got tired and stood up and walked out of the room.

Mr. Rio stuck out a hand and turned off the light that was highlighting my face, then opened a small lamp on the table.

I said, "Sir Rio, Mr. Hen is in trouble."

Mr. Rio tidied up the note while asking "What problem?"

I said, "There's a problem with shadows."

Mr. Rio laughed and said "There is a problem with the shadow ! Then how, we need to call an expert, does it need to be paid?"

I knew he wouldn't believe it.

I walked out of the interrogation room with him, Mr. Hen was standing in the corridor smoking a cigarette.

In addition to the interrogation room, every other corner of the room in the police station was illuminated with a large light bulb.

Mr. Hen's shadow is clearly visible on the back wall.

Mister Rio unintentionally glanced at Mister Hen's shadow, and his face instantly showed a shocked expression.

When I saw Mr. Hen's shadow, I also felt the same way, it was half-dead shocked.

The shadow, slowly began to dissipate, as if it was being gnawed at, and at a fairly high speed.

And it is estimated that all the shadows will disappear in no more than half a minute.

In just a moment.

The feet of the shadow are no longer visible.

Rio sir was just dumbfounded to see it.

This incident is very frightening, it is completely against the rules and theories of optics.

On the wall of the corridor also hung a banner that read? Crime exterminator, it looks like it's a gift from the local people to the police.

I ran as fast as I could towards the banner.

With all my might I tore the banner, then pulled a red thread towards Mr. Hen.

At the same time, I pierce the thread into the bosoms of those who have been prepared, and burn them with matches.

After doing all this, I was right in front of Mr. Hen, I pulled his hand and wrapped the thread on his index finger.

The people were on fire and followed by a red thread that also caught fire, and the fire quickly spread towards Mr. Hen's index finger.

At the sight of the fire, Mr. Hen planned to run away, but was instead held back by myself firmly.

I also let out all my energy, pinching his fingers tightly until they dripped blood.

At that moment the fire had already burned his finger and the scar on his hand.

Aaaaaa !!!

The shadow on the wall also let out a cry of agonizing voice, it sounded very clear in the desolate and silent police station, it was very creepy.

I clasped the match firmly and threw it against the wall.

Ouummm !!!

The match broke out, as the oil inside was hit by the fire, there was an explosive sound, in an instant a huge flame crept over the wall.

Chhhhhh, Chhhh, Chhhh !!!

The wall burned, leaving a figure of the body of an adult human.

All of this happened in a very short time.

It was sudden and very surprising.

Mr. Hen was silent to see the body figure left on the wall, currently still continuing to emit smoke, as well as a pungent charred smell.

Not only the color of the charred remains on the wall.

But also a layer of black material.

After waking up from his stupor, Mr. Hen's face was immediately angry, his emotions were mounting, in the end he could not stand it and said "Damn it, how dare you attack the police and set fire to the police station, do you know what punishment you will face ?"

The punishment is certainly huge.

I said "If I don't do this, you'll be caught in danger.

I remained silent, and only said in a flat tone "How did you explain the scream earlier"?

This is also what makes Mr. Hen not understand.

If told to pull a thread, spout fire, and shine a shadow on the wall, this could have been done by professional magicians.

But a very real voice sounded from within that shadow, why could this be so.

In an instant Mr. Hen was speechless.

And Mr. Rio was even shocked to the wide gaping mouth.

He's just a spectator.

He saw everything more clearly than Mr. Hen who experienced it firsthand.

Moments later Mr. Rio regained his senses from the daydream, and asked frantically "How can this be !!!"

I said, "No, Mr. Hen should have kicked the keg."

Mr. Hen was again angry "Abroad", but at this time his tone was not as sharp as before."

I laughed with a flat expression.

Mr. Hen suppressed his anger and said "It's better that you stay away from here, here is not the place to talk", and then said to Mr. Rio "Sign for 1 night's stay for him, buy him a train ticket tomorrow morning and tell him to go."

Finished saying, he immediately walked away in a hurry.

I continued to look at him and looked at his distant figure, at this time his shadow had returned to normal as usual.

It seems like the ghost has been burned until it is not left.

Mr. Rio said "Let's walk, I'm under you to the inn."

The lodging at the police station is excellent, it really qualifies a 3 star hotel.

This is my first time staying at a luxury hotel.

It feels very fresh.

Mr. Rio opened a room for two people, he did not go straight away, but brewed tea and sat down in front of me.

He asked, "What happened just now?"

I said "I don't see everything."

At that moment he saw clearly, that the shadow had been eaten up to the head, if I was a minute late, then everything would disappear.

He asked "What would happen if all the shadows were gone?"

I turned around to ask "Have you heard, that ghosts have no shadows."

Hearing my words, Mr. Rio's body immediately shook, his face paled and asked fearfully "Will the ghost come back?"

I shook my head "It's been burned to ashes. However, Mr. Hen's body will be a little problematic, depending on his own endurance, if good then it will only be mild pain, and if bad, it may be severe pain, but not to the point of endangering life."

Come to think of it, my words were quite piercing as well.

But in such a situation there is really no other way to convey it anymore.

And all this is proven, the techniques taught in the gold writing in the book are indeed true and useful.

It gives me a very high level of confidence.

Mr. Rio lit a cigarette and smoked it and exhaled cigarette smoke, then tried to calm down and said "Is the problem in your village related to this?"

I shook my head "I don't know either."

He exhaled another secondhand smoke, then said in a heavy tone "Not only are 500 people in your village, a policeman is also missing."

He took out a picture from his pocket.

In the photo is seen a young man who smiles cheerfully "Namaya Mr. Enzo, he is the younger brother of Mr. Hen, he is also a good friend of mine during college."

I suddenly understood, it turned out like that.

It is fitting that they continue to investigate this case which has passed 2 years ago.

After graduation, Mr. Rio and Mr. Enzo immediately joined the criminal police team together with Mr. Hen, and the case in our village is the first case they have handled since joining.

And it just so happened that an unexpected problem occurred.

I thought I was the only victim in this incident, but it turned out that there were two policemen who were also unfortunate like me.

This makes me feel very familiar with Mr. Rio.

Cruuu !!!

My stomach started calling again.

Today I just put a bowl of egg noodles into the stomach and add a pack of instant noodles at night, when the hunger was back in the stomach.

Not only me, but Mr. Rio also felt hungry.

He said with great pleasure "Let's go, I'm under you eating under the building."

Night snacks fill the streets, bright lights adorn the streets, do not ask how crowded this place, which must be very noisy, just like when holding a bazaar or washing shed in the countryside.

Mr. Rio led me to sit in a burning cabin.

He said "What ghost day, people here are not interested in that, even if there are ghosts, seeing this many people he has run away somewhere."

What Mister Rio said was right, the positive energy of the crowd was indeed very strong.

But ghost day is still ghost day.

I pointed at a small alley not far from there, at the mouth of the dark alley, an old Grandfather was holding a bundle of incense, he stuck incense in every corner with a distance of several meters.

I said, "Everybody here is a guest, and we should have invited him to tea."

Then look at the sky above the bright lights.

Black clouds covered the sky.

And just below the black cloud was a huge pagoda tree, with a huge trunk.

I whispered "Great."

Mr. Rio said with a astonished face "What's so bad?" He said as he opened a bottle of beer and poured it on the glass.

I said, "There's a pagoda tree."

Mr. Rio was more and more astonished "What if there is a pagoda tree?"

I said, "Are you Chinese from the name of the pagoda tree?"

Mr. Rio said "Of course you know, the left is the writing? A tree? and the right side is? A ghost?" The movement of pouring the beer stopped.

I continued saying "The Pagoda Tree harbors ghosts, its air and energy will attract many ghosts and demons. It is said that many people choose this tree to hang themselves, because when, die later they will be close to the air and bad energy, villagers often plant poho pagoga at the village gate as a resting place for spirits and ghosts, in this gentle way preventing them from entering and disturbing the residents."

Mr. Rio said "What do you mean by all this?"

I said anxiously "Right now the pagoda tree is right among the crowd, it doesn't matter if it's a normal day, but it's a ghost day."

Mr. Rio said "Then what should be?"

I said, "Fast eat, or else we'll just wrap it up."

Paak Rio frowned and said in surprise "Why, will there be a problem here?"

I nodded my head.