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In the teaching assistant's apartment, Donald tore the pages of the human face book. It was useless for a while, and he had accumulated a lot. Its previous owner was a guy who took the pages of the human face book as love writing. There were several letters a day. Not sure about saving.

"Leek, how are you doing recently?"

After tearing up a certain amount, she turned her head and glanced at Julia. She was writing her vacation homework. There were no classes during the rainy week, but the school still prepared enough homework for them.

It's really embarrassing for these kids...

"Tom, come out."

Julia put down her pen and clapped her hands. The ghost she had conquered before appeared in the room. Compared with the last meeting, both her size and firmness increased.

"Okay, take the ghost back."

Turn the siphon bone ring to absorb the black mist that just formed on Julia's body. Although she already has her own contract ghost, after the two discussed it, Julia still agreed to let Donald absorb the energy she created.

According to her, her ghost friend has been following, absorbing energy every day, and doesn't care about this group or two.

The name of leeks lives on.

"You can't produce energy fast now, and you can't control them. I suggest that you can explore more in this area. I think your innate ability is definitely more than that."

Donald himself is not completely familiar with control and quick thinking, so naturally he does not dare to teach others casually.

Hu~hu~

The wind outside the window became louder and louder, and even if the window was locked, it still came in through the gap between the door frames.

"Go back quickly. There will be a heavy rain this afternoon. The rain at the beginning is definitely not small. Your family will have to worry about it later."

Outside the window, you can see the falling leaves and twigs fluttering in the sky, the sky has been filled with dark clouds, and the wind and rain are about to come.

Thinking that he would have to go out later, Donald had a headache. For a deep-sea grievance, he really gave up.

As time went on, the sky became darker and darker. It was obviously ten o'clock in the morning, but it looked similar to the hazy state when the sun was about to rise in the early morning.

In such an environment, Donald clutched the envelope and set out. On his desk were the documents "touched" from the Maritime Safety Administration and the map he had obtained earlier.

13 Rachel Street, among the single-family villas, the chairman of the Greber Chamber of Commerce was the first to see the letter on the table.

No signatures, no markings, just the usual envelopes in a roadside store.

Holding the pipe inlaid with gold wire, he put it aside, and took out the letter paper, which was not much, so he simply glanced at it.

"Bastard! Owen! Owen!"

He slapped the tabletop, emotional.

"Master, I'm here, what's the matter?"

The old man dressed as a housekeeper rushed into the house and asked.

"Who sent this letter?"

Usually, only his housekeeper is allowed to come in to clean his study, and no one else is allowed in, not even his wife.

It was rare for the president to express his anger on his face, but as the president's steward for many years, he saw more than just anger.

"Letters? No postman came today, sir, today is the rainstorm week, and the post office is closed."

The housekeeper saw the letter and was searching for the memory while answering. He is a servant and must be ready to help the director at any time.

"No one sent it? Who did you get this letter from? Will it enter my study by itself?"

"I really didn't go into your study today, I've been checking the rain protection around the house since this morning..."

The butler never came across this letter.

"You! You...behind you!"

The president suddenly showed a terrified look and pointed behind the butler, who immediately turned around and found nothing.

This time the housekeeper didn't know what to say. The president's actions looked like a prank by ordinary children, but the expression on his face was so realistic.

"Behind you!!"

The president seemed to be still a little unfinished, and suddenly stood up from his position and shouted.

The housekeeper had to turn his head again, this time he did not remain indifferent, but cooperated with a panic-like expression, exclaiming in exclamation.

"You saw that too, didn't you? Ghost!"

"Yeah, I saw it, it's... there's a fire burning around it, and it's covered in a veil..."

"Fuck! It's not what you said at all!"

The existence that the president saw was not surprising. It was just a person, a person covered in blood who looked extremely miserable. He was standing behind the housekeeper just now.

Can you still play well?

The housekeeper looked at the president blankly. He thought it was just the president performing plays again. This was his hobby. The theater in Tallinn was the place he went to the most besides the Chamber of Commerce.

"Forget it, you go down and contact the people from the Gwen Security Company and ask them to send a team to protect me immediately. They want the best team!"

The president clenched the letter in his hand and glanced left and right, this time the ghost did not appear again.

"Is it dangerous? Do I need to contact the police station and ask them to send someone over. Although it is a rainstorm week, they should still have teams on duty."

"Of course... no! Don't contact the police, I can handle it myself."

The content of the letter is too sensitive. If you call the police at this time, your own safety may not be guaranteed, and it is easy to expose some things.

"Okay, I'll do it right away."

The housekeeper lowered his head and just wanted to leave the study quickly. When he got outside, he explained it as soon as possible. The president's nerves are a little sensitive, and it is strictly forbidden for anyone to come forward to disturb him.

When the door of the study was closed, the figure from before appeared again!

"Owen...Ou..."

"Chairman, it's me!"

The miserable figure suddenly made a sound, and the president who was about to shout stopped abruptly. This title is not suitable for anyone. In the Greber Chamber of Commerce, most people call him the president, and only a few are close to him. Only his subordinates will call him the chairman.

"Deputy Director?"

In the end, it was the person who had gone through the wind and the waves. Ordinary people saw such a ghostly guy appearing in front of him. Even if they were not scared and fainted, they would probably have to shout, but the president forcibly stabilized his emotions.

"Chairman, listen to me, there is something very important now. Those people we designed to kill back then came back for revenge. You have to do what this letter says in order to end that guy completely. The shipwreck situation can only get better..."

That's right, this figure is the deputy director of the Greber Chamber of Commerce. The chairman attended his memorial service in person yesterday, but now he has reappeared in the study in this way.

Even if he is dead, he has to send some messages like the president. There are not many such good employees now!

It's a pity, how good would it be?

On the edge of the street outside the villa, Donald stood beside the lamppost. This time he went out without wearing a silk top hat, but chose a windbreaker with a hood and a rain-proof cloak.

Holding the face book in his hand, pressing the cover with the other hand, and closing his eyes, the image in the study behind him emerges in his mind.

"Yes, Chairman, you are right. I sensed the existence of that guy after I was killed. It is still wandering near the western port of Xialin District. These days are the week of heavy rain, and all ships will not go to sea. , The western port where the wreck is located has not even been rehabilitated, let alone someone will go there, you bring someone over and kill that guy, only in this way can I escape the **** of the wreck!"

Facing the lamp post, Donald struggled, and the words in his mouth were urgent and urgent.

The acting skills developed between Preston's life and death have really come into use.

The ability of a human face to write is not as simple as forming an image. Donald has already done experiments with leeks as a mouse during this period of time.

If you touch the letter paper, you will be marked with a mental mark, and the psychological suggestion will be forcibly successful. This is equivalent to that the other party’s mental illusion will be dominated by Donald, and that illusion will share everything with Donald. As long as he wants, he can Synchronizes himself with the Phantom, conveying his voice and expression to the beings influenced by the face book.

This requires a certain amount of spiritual support, and the previous director of Human Face Book obviously failed to meet this requirement. When such a good auxiliary wonder fell into his hands, it can be said to be completely buried. Now it is in Donald's hands. Make the most of it.

This plan was thought of by Donald last night. If he wants to seduce the deep-sea resentment, he must find the source of resentment, which is what Delia said.

How to find it? To find out the case in person, or to find out in front of the deep sea grievances?

This difficulty factor is not a star and a half. The police station has been investigating for so long half a year ago and there is no result. If he can find out by himself, he is a real famous detective~lightnovelpub.net~ However, it is a waste of time. There are only so many days in the rainstorm week, and Donald has no time at all!

So he decided to ask the chairman of the Greber Chamber of Commerce to help him find it. In the past, the whole ship was sunk at sea and the whole ship was defrauded to obtain compensation. If it was true, then he must have participated. After all, he was the ultimate beneficiary of this compensation. The indemnity will end up in his hands.

That being the case, Donald used a human face book to conjure up the ghost of the vice chairman. On the grounds that he was bound by the resentful spirit and could not escape, he came to ask for the elimination of the deep-sea resentful spirit as the motive.

Telling the guild leader not to kill that resentful spirit, then the Greber Chamber of Commerce will never be able to settle down is a reason for the guild leader to act.

Emphasizing that the deep-sea wraith was one of the dead on the ship was another way of reminding the president that he must not bring outsiders, that is, not to inform the police station, otherwise, if the deep-sea wraith was in the middle of the fight, he would start talking about the past.

Unless they kill the people from the police station together, they will have to wait for the law to be tried.

More than 30 lives, enough to be shot several times!