Strange Spiritualist: My doll can really manifest

Chapter 177

It takes an hour and a half to fly from Mingyue City to Zhongzhou.

As time passed, Cao Mingming's heart became more and more uneasy.

He knew that according to Yang Ning's consistent style, any one of the forty-three Santa Group who could die happily would be a gift.

Cao Liangliang himself thought those people deserved to die.

He even wanted to kill those people himself.

But...

Cao Liangliang turned to Peng Yong beside him and asked, "Old Peng, if there is someone who can deal with those people from the Santa Group by personal means, will you support him?" "

Peng Yong is a police officer.

He felt that Cao Liangming's question was a bit clueless.

But he responded: "Of course not. Listening

to Peng Yong's answer, Cao Mingming's heart was much calmer.

Sure enough, I'm doing the right thing.

However, Peng Yong's next words made his heart inexplicable.

"But it doesn't matter if I support it or not."

"Because I am not the most direct victim, I am still alive."

"Only those killed by them are entitled to speak out on this matter."

Cao Liangming: "..." After

that, until the plane landed, Cao Liangliang didn't say another word.

He was full of thoughts: Did he do anything wrong this time?

But he is helping others track down the culprit of arson, why is it as if he is a thief?

Thinking so, Cao Liangliang suddenly felt cold around him.

He turned his head and looked into the cabin.

I saw that there were many empty seats on this flight, which had been delayed for almost a day, about thirty or forty.

The passengers in the other seats looked tired and most of them were sleeping.

An uncle with an empty seat next to him twisted his brows and pressed the pager above his head.

The flight attendant immediately walked over and asked, "Hello?" How can I help you? The

uncle said suspiciously: "I smell something burning, do you smell it?"

The flight attendant laughed, "How is that possible?" There will be no open flames on the plane, please rest assured. Saying

that, she also sniffed it specifically, and indeed did not smell strange.

The uncle still did not believe in evil, and asked the passengers in front and back: "You guys, don't smell it?" The

passenger in the back was sleeping, and only the female passenger in front responded by saying, "I don't smell anything other than the stench of my husband's fart." "

The uncle has nothing to say.

The flight attendant smiled and asked: "Look, there is indeed no peculiar smell, or I will give you a different seat?"

The uncle waved his hand and said, "No need, it may indeed be my problem, so be it, trouble."

"Don't bother, if there is any problem, you will find me again."

The flight attendant left with a smile.

Cao Mingming's eyes became solemn.

His five senses are keen, and he doesn't smell any peculiar smells, which means that there is indeed no peculiar smell on this plane.

However, he could also see that the uncle just now was not doing nothing.

A moment later, Cao Liangliang got up and walked next to the uncle, he glanced at the empty seat next to the uncle and asked, "Hello?" The

uncle, who was dozing, looked up at him, "Well, hello, what's the matter?"

Cao Liangliang once again looked at the vacant seat next to the uncle and asked, "You, are you born with a more sensitive sixth sense?"

Suddenly, the uncle's face was full of surprise, "How do you know?" Young man, you are a little capable!

Cao Mingming smiled stiffly, and cold sweat oozed from his head on the spot.

Looking at the empty seats on this plane, he stayed in place for a while, not knowing what to do.

Moreover, at this time, he also smelled the scorched smell.

The smell emanating from the burned ghost cannot be felt by the five senses.

You have to rely on the sixth sense.

After experiencing death once, Cao Mingming's sixth sense, which has a keen five senses, was also activated.

It's just that his sixth sense is not very stable, and the spirit is not working from time to time.

Now, Cao Liangliang clasped his hands together in front of the empty seat in front of him, slightly bowing.

He learned that on this flight, in addition to the living, there were also dead people.

To be precise, in addition to these passengers, there were more than thirty burned ghosts in this cabin.

These ghosts will travel with him to Zhongzhou.

In an instant, Cao Liangliang felt that the temperature around him dropped by several degrees.

As far as Cao Liangming's experience in the past month or so, let alone ordinary ghosts, he is not afraid of ordinary ghosts!

Think about the original Qianzhi Village on Qingyu Mountain, the picture of powerful ghosts driving people in the daylight, what are these burning ghosts?

In another place, if it were not on the plane, I am afraid that Cao Liangliang has already begun to exorcise ghosts.

But now, it was obvious that most of these burning ghosts were inseparable from Yang Ning.

So so....

This Cao team's legs are a little soft.

Publicize the crimes of the Santa Group before Yang Ning starts, and then arrest them;

catching Yang Ning's ghost;

Which of these two things can be done and which cannot be done, even the enthusiastic Cao team can clearly distinguish.

The previous thing did not touch Yang Ning's bottom line.

The second thing, that's no different from looking for death.

After all, last week, there was a second-level special agent of the Special Management Bureau who was one level higher than his own, and Yang Ning wasted his hands.

Cao Liangliang looked back at his seat.

I saw a gray shadow reflected on the empty seat, and on the side, Peng Yong, who was originally in a daze, suddenly turned his head to look at the vacant seat next to him, his face full of shock.

He seemed to feel something.

After all, among these more than thirty ghosts, there was his own niece.

......

At the last moment before twelve, the plane landed smoothly.

Passengers begin to disembark.

Cao Liangliang pulled Peng Yong to wait until the end before leaving.

Outside the road, the ordinary special agents of the special management bureau under Cao Liangming were already waiting there.

Pulling Peng Yong, Cao Liangliang came to his subordinates with a somewhat panicked expression, and stretched out his hand, "Something brought?" The

special agent nodded: "Head, bring it!" He

said and handed over a small pill bottle with a light blue potion inside.

Cao Liangliang asked Peng Yong: "Old Peng, do you want to see your niece for the last time?"

Peng Yong was suddenly startled, and his face changed sharply: "You, what do you mean?"

Cao Liangliang raised the potion in his hand, "Put this thing on your eyes, you can see and see what you just felt on the plane."

Peng Yong naturally didn't believe it.

But after these days, he didn't think that Cao Liangliang would harm himself.

So, he took the potion in Cao Liangming's hand and wiped it on his eyes.

Cool and cool, the touch is similar to wind oil essence, slightly spicy, and it is difficult for Peng Yong to open his eyes for a while.

Cao Liangliang also smeared his eyes, he did not react as violently as Peng Yong, and opened his eyes after a little adaptation.

About a minute later, Peng Yong also adapted, and just about to open his eyes, he was covered by Cao Mingming, "Old Peng..."

Peng Yong trembled, "How, how?"

Cao Mingming's voice was a little choked: "Don't, don't look, really don't look at it, it's not good at all."

Peng Yong slowly held Cao Mingming's hand and took it away from his eyes little by little.

He slowly looked up and saw that the airport at night was bright, the lights were pale, and at first glance, there was no vitality and vitality.

Under such lighting, a row of seating areas, a full thirty pitch-black humanoid coke sat quietly.

Don't speak, don't move.

Just sit, as if, waiting for something.

......