Saturday at 8:30 a.m.

Early in the morning, Wang Lu changed his clothes and prepared Erguotou that he bought home yesterday evening.

Take out some cakes and roasted meat from the kitchen and put all the purchased items into plastic bags. After more than half an hour of busyness, he sat on a chair in the living room and exhaled a long breath.

Bai Miao told him that in two hours, the matter in City A would be settled, and he proposed the "Deep Blue" plan and the culprit who still insisted on his own actions after being rejected by the Council will definitely pay the price for it.

Leaning on the wooden chair, Wang Lu still felt a little unreal.

The "Deep Blue" plan led to the disappearance of many children including Ji Wuchang, and they were involved in succession of disappearance cases at that time.

After fifteen years, he finally solved the mystery of the time.

But even so, Wang Lu still had to punish the murderer and hoped to be entrusted to the foundation, which made him feel even more ironic that countless unsolved cases have been created over the past decade, and he can still participate in the vice presidential election in City A.

From beginning to end, he never saw the culprit.

Telling Bai Miao everything he found was a choice in helplessness. He had tried his best to be an ordinary person. However, with his flesh and blood, he could not overcome such a huge organization as the foundation. Every dead body under the vice president had power beyond ordinary people's imagination.

Perhaps it is precisely because of this that the so-called senior officials did not take the lives of ordinary people to heart.

Or maybe after the vice president is defeated, a new vice president will appear. The desire for power has remained unchanged since ancient times and will never end because of the demise of a person. Wang Lu knew very well that all sanctions on the vice president this time were not upholding justice, but the result of the power struggle between different factions.

After resolving the last threat, no one knew what President Shi would do.

All the worries made Wang Lu really not happy. He felt that even if he had found out the case fifteen years ago, he seemed to have just become a worker from a certain faction.

"Since that's the case, should you try praying?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Lu was stunned, and Jiu appeared in front of him at some point.

While working hard just now, he had minimized the noise that could be made as much as possible to avoid waking up Jiu who was sleeping.

He had no intention of taking anything to the next place.

"pray?"

“Where I live, if the believers encounter unfair things, they will use prayer to spread their worries to the kingdom of God.”

Jiu said seriously.

Although her work is different from those of those who receive prayers, she is no stranger to the way humans communicate with the gods.

The tribes in charge of handling these tasks once told her that if things cannot be transferred in reality by human consciousness, believers will place their last hope on them. What they hear is not only people's troubles, but also an important way for them to understand the world under the clouds.

"Then your believers are really lucky."

Wang Lu followed Jiu's words and said, it seemed that believers in every world had similarities. Many people here also became monks, or became believers of other sects, and told their troubles to the gods on Sundays.

Fortunately, in that world, the gods really exist and will really listen to the misery conveyed by believers. "But it's a pity that the uncle doesn't believe this."

"If you don't try it, how do you know if it's true?"

Jiu insisted on his attitude.

Wang Lu couldn't resist Jiu and said to the other party, "Okay, what should I do?"

"There is no specific ritual, just convey your truest thoughts to me."

“Like this?”

According to Jiu's words, Wang Lu was quiet for a while and had an idea in his mind.

Responding to him was a long silence. Jiu Zhuang's serious eyes made him believe the other party's words for a moment.

It took Jiu a lot of time to speak slowly, but what he said was a familiar word that made him suddenly feel a little creepy.

"I heard your wish."

………………………………

At exactly ten o'clock.

After a long journey of twists and turns, Wang Lu finally arrived at his destination.

When he climbed to the top of the mountain, he was already out of breath and put his travel bag on the ground. The feeling of relief made him want to find a place to lie down and have a good sleep.

Through the physical work of climbing, he truly felt that time flies, and he is getting older day by day. When he came here last time, he not only had enough energy, but also could sit in front of the tombstone alone and chatter for more than half an hour.

At that time, he could tell all the ghosts wandering in the cemetery to him to avoid him.

Unfortunately, the souls of the people buried here have not survived. Whenever they come here, there is only a tombstone that catches their eyes, surrounded by weeds, desolate and desolate.

Later, Wang Lu learned that cremation is actually similar to a certain ritual of a demon hunter. When the body is burned by flames, the soul will become dust.

The explanation for this in the witch hunter books is that this ritual sends the souls to where they should go, while the souls who have been stuck in the world for a long time will eventually change in the direction of evil spiritization, regardless of whether they are good or evil in their lifetime.

But in fact, Wang Lu has read many related books, but no book can clearly tell where those souls end up going. The so-called return may be just a beautiful imagination that exists in people's minds. According to Death, the real world of the dead is a place where the strong prey on the weak is more than anywhere else.

It was a battlefield that never stopped, with only two paths: devouring and being devoured by other spirits.

While thinking about it, Wang Lu took out the cup he brought. His friend who did not exist poured Erguotou with him.

This man is old and is so tired that he can't speak when climbing the mountain. He can only think in a lot of thoughts alone.

Wang Lu knew a long time ago that his words and his thoughts were destined to be unable to convey the correct place, so that even the comfort of his soul was a little bit meaningful. At this time, it would be better to be invisible.

It really made the woman in the mirror right, "seeing" is not a blessing, but a curse.

The more you can see, the closer you will be to death.

"This case has been settled, and it was done by the vice president of the foundation. Now he should have been sent to a dead end."

After drinking a few drinks by himself, Wang Lu spoke.

He still remembered the instructions when the figure pulled his arm when the library collapsed.

Lao Wang, do me a favor and find them out.

But now that I think about it, it was just an imagination that existed in his subconscious mind. He subconsciously determined that this was the other party’s wish and told himself.

In the final analysis, he has been chasing a ghost for more than ten years.

"Maybe I won't come after this time. Don't think too much about this person's age is inconvenient to legs and feet, and climbing is so tiring."

Although it was like chatting between friends, no one knew better than Wang Lu, and in fact no one was waiting for him in this place.

After today, he might be able to say goodbye to the past solemnly.

"It turns out that he was buried here later."
Chapter completed!