Everyone's Suppressing Ghosts: Others Contract Divine Weapons, I Contract Blank Paper

Chapter 27 Mental Breakdown? Reversing the Brain's Parasitic Influence!

Click.

The sound rang out again from inside the sealed box.

Like the broken teeth of an old wooden comb, gently scraping against the box wall.

In the review room, everyone was looking at box number one.

On the main screen, the countdown timer has reached zero.

[Second batch of abandoned town structures undergoing verification.]

Number of cases reviewed: 12.

[Current object: Storage box No. 1.]

【Name: Broken-tooth wooden comb】

[Original rating: Discarded.]

[Reason for abandonment: Combing people's hair led to a mental breakdown.]

[Original recommended action: Permanently archive.]

[Main Assistant: Xu Du.]

Xu Du's current merit points: 7396.

[Consumables for the White Paper Soul-Guiding Lamp: 4068 blank talisman sheets.]

When the last line appeared, someone in the Beijing Ghost Observation Zone twitched their eye.

"————4068?"

"After the abandoned factory was demolished yesterday, the price of his paper even went up."

"And now you're bringing it back to re-examine abandoned treasury items?"

"The paper warehouse town ghost master, brother."

No one laughed.

Lin Xue stood in the first row, her gaze fixed on box number one.

Deng Qi stood behind her, his face even more somber than yesterday.

Lin Qingzhu looked at Teacher Chen.

"start."

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Teacher Chen nodded.

"Open storage box number one."

The three latches pop open one by one.

Click.

Click.

Click.

The lid of the box was lifted.

An old, blackened wooden comb was revealed.

The wooden comb is very narrow.

Five teeth were broken.

A few thin, grayish-white strands were caught between the teeth.

It did not cry.

There was no cold wind.

It just lay there quietly.

In the observation area, several students almost simultaneously raised their hands and touched their hair.

Lin Qingzhu's voice turned cold.

"Put your hands down."

The group froze, then immediately put their hands back on the table.

The data on the main screen is changing.

[Mental traction: 6.9%]

[Pollution spillover: 2.4%]

Contact status: Not in contact.

[Inducing action: Raise your hand to comb your hair.]

There was a moment of silence in the review room.

I haven't touched it yet.

Just by seeing it, they start inducing action.

Teacher Chen pushed up his glasses.

"Follow the standard procedure."

"The first item is the suppression of the Soul-Suppressing Bell."

Gu Hanzhou stepped forward.

The Soul-Suppressing Bell hung on his wrist.

He raised his hand and shook it.

jingle.

The ringing sound spread, pressing down on box number one.

The broken comb remained unmoved.

The main screen data has started to decline.

[Mental traction: 6.9%]

[Mental traction: 5.1%]

[Mental traction: 4.3%]

Gu Hanzhou was about to continue.

A soft sound suddenly came from inside the box.

Click.

The sound of the Soul-Suppressing Bell stopped abruptly.

Gu Hanzhou's wrist tilted slightly.

Instead of pressing the Soul-Suppressing Bell down any further, it was pulled by his hand and lifted towards his temple.

Lin Qingzhu immediately spoke up.

"stop."

Gu Hanzhou abruptly withdrew his hand and took half a step back.

Home screen refreshed.

[The Soul-Suppressing Bell failed to suppress the attack.]

[Reason for failure: Distraction due to psychological factors.]

[Peak traction: 11.8%]

[Note: The repressor exhibits a tendency towards self-combing.]

Someone was whispering in the observation area.

"Holy crap!"

"What's wrong with it?!"

"It uses the bell as a comb too?"

These words sent chills down the spines of several people.

Teacher Chen continued.

"The second item."

"Buddha's Light Mirror Isolation".

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Qin Zhaoxue stepped forward.

The protective mirror slid out from the sleeve.

A pale golden halo fell upon the broken wooden comb.

The grayish-white filaments between the teeth of the wooden comb slowly stood up when illuminated by the Buddha's light.

One.

Two.

Three.

Like hair being lifted by the teeth of a comb.

Qin Zhaoxue frowned and intensified the Buddha's light.

The home screen is jumping.

[Buddha's light isolation level: Grade B.]

[Pollution spillover: 2.4%]

[Pollution spillover: 3.2%]

[Pollution spillover: 5.7%]

A very thin gray mark appeared on the mirror surface.

Qin Zhaoxue immediately put away the camera.

The gray marks stopped.

But everyone saw it.

The Buddha's Light Mirror did not fail to shine upon it.

The more it is illuminated, the more awake it becomes.

Home screen refreshed.

[Isolation by the Buddha's Light Mirror failed.]

Reason for failure: Contamination could not be isolated externally.

[Note: Suspected case of attached psychological pollution.]

On the other side of the Jinggui, someone lowered their voice.

"—The Soul-Suppressing Bell won't work."

"A Buddha's Light Mirror won't work either."

"Then we have no choice but to burn it?"

Teacher Chen's voice remained unchanged.

"The third item."

"The Thunderfire Talisman will burn it away."

Three standard Thunderfire Talismans were sent into the Core Array by the robotic arm.

The talisman was pasted on the outside of the isolation shield.

Blue and white flames lit up.

Just as the flames pressed down on the broken wooden comb, the grayish-white filaments between the teeth suddenly sprang outwards.

The flame was held back by a thin thread.

It actually crawled an inch backwards along the isolation barrier.

The main screen instantly turned red.

[The fire-lightning talisman failed to burn.]

[Pollution-driven factors are intensifying.]

[Mental traction: 17.6%]

[It is recommended to terminate the regular compression process.]

Lin Qingzhu raised her hand.

"stop."

The Thunderfire Talisman was extinguished.

The review room fell completely silent.

The Soul-Suppressing Bell failed.

The Buddha's Light Mirror failed.

The Thunderfire Talisman failed.

Jiang Gui's students looked at the main screen, and no one uttered the word "abandoned" anymore.

Teacher Chen looked at Xu Du.

"Xu Du".

Xu Du stood outside the core-covering array.

He carried a white paper lantern in his hand.

Under the black cloth, a faint light shone from the edge of the lamp paper, though there was no flame.

A pale light fell on the broken wooden comb.

Xu Du looked up.

"Paper."

Teacher Chen immediately gave the signal.

The supply crate is opened.

Sixteen blank talisman papers were delivered to the edge of the core array by the robotic arm.

Xu Du picked up his pen.

A stroke of the pen.

梳。

The character is complete.

The sixteen blank talisman papers trembled simultaneously.

On every sheet of paper, the same word appears.

【comb】

The sixteen sheets of paper did not scatter.

They lined up in mid-air, their edges connected, like a long white comb.

The broken-toothed wooden comb suddenly stopped making a sound.

The fine, grayish-white strands between the teeth also drooped down one by one.

It's like finally getting a real use for it.

Teacher Chen didn't blink.

"Record."

Home screen refreshed.

[White Paper Soul-Guiding Lamp Response: Stable.]

[The new character becomes: Success.]

[New character: 梳 (shū)]

[Reverse response from the broken-tooth wooden comb: Appears.]

[Pollution fluctuation: 0.8%]

Lin Xue looked at the white paper comb in mid-air and whispered.

"It's not suppression."

The students from the nearby Beijing school lowered their voices.

"————What's that?"

Lin Xuedao: "Usage."

No one spoke from Jing Gui's side.

The side door opens.

Song Lin brought in an intern.

The intern was pale, with three test strips stuck to his head, and his right hand kept unconsciously moving up his hair.

Every time it was raised halfway, it was pressed down by the wrist buckle.

Teacher Chen synchronized the materials to the main screen.

[Subject to retesting: Trainee Ghost Hunters of Action Team Three.]

[Status: Mild residual mental pollution.]

[Life Lamp Delay: 0.4 seconds.]

[Residual psychological pollution: 12.6%]

[Number of routine cleanings: 3.]

[Cleanup Result: Residual residue not completely eliminated.]

Song Lin said in a low voice.

He said there was something in his hair.

"The test results did not detect any living evil spirits."

"But we can't bring the pollution levels down."

As soon as these words were spoken, all eyes fell on the broken wooden comb.

There's something in my hair.

Broken-tooth wooden comb.

Combing a person's mind.

Comb out the parasitic evil spirits in the brain.

Teacher Chen looked at Xu Du.

"Can you test it?"

Xu Du said, "Yes."

A broken wooden comb floated up from the isolation shelf.

The character "梳" (comb) was pasted on the back of the wooden comb.

The other fifteen paper orders were hung around the perimeter.

From the five broken comb teeth, a pale white light slowly extended out, forming five temporary paper teeth.

The comb stopped three inches above the trainee's head.

I didn't touch the hair.

The intern's body suddenly stiffened.

Xu Du glanced at him.

"Sit still."

The character "梳" (shush) on the paper lit up.

The broken-toothed wooden comb slowly slid backward.

First time.

A gray thread emerged from the top of the intern's head.

It's as thin as a hair.

But it twisted gently in the air.

Several suppressed gasps echoed in the review room.

The second time.

The second gray hair was combed out from behind the ear.

The third time.

The third gray thread was forcibly pulled up from the back of the neck.

Three gray threads were wrapped around the broken tooth, emitting an extremely fine, shrill sound.

The home screen keeps refreshing.

[Abnormal parasitic contamination detected.]

[Number of gray threads: 1.]

[Number of gray threads: 2.]

[Number of gray threads: 3.]

[Residual psychological pollution: 12.6%]

[Residual psychological pollution: 8.1%]

[Residual psychological pollution: 5.4%]

[Residual psychological pollution: 4.6%]

[Life Lamp Delay: 0.4 seconds → 0.2 seconds.]

[Subject's state of consciousness during retesting: stable.]

The intern gasped for breath.

He was still trying to raise his hand above his head.

But the movements were much slower than before.

Song Lin stared at the main screen.

"comb."

"—It's combed out."

Teacher Chen also stared at the three gray streaks.

Xu Du raised his hand.

Three orders to suppress were issued.

The gray thread was nailed in place.

Three more "Extinction" orders flew out.

A scroll of white light.

The three gray threads broke off simultaneously, turning into fine ash.

The main screen continues to refresh.

[Parasitic filaments: Removed.]

[Residual psychological pollution: 4.6%]

[Complete cleanup: No.]

[Recommendation: Continue to observe and await a second test.]

Teacher Chen breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the word "no".

In a low voice.

"—This thing."

"Is it a medical talisman?"

This statement caused an uproar in the observation area.

"Medical-oriented?"

"A discarded wooden comb?"

"The Soul-Suppressing Bell couldn't hold back the pressure just now, brother."

"The Buddha's light cannot shine through it."

"The Thunderfire Talisman cannot burn it."

"Xu Du wrote the character 'comb'."

"—It actually works now."

"Those people who had mental breakdowns in the past."

"Did you use it wrong?"

, "

"How much of this stuff was thrown into that abandoned warehouse?"

Deng Qi looked at the main screen.

His face gradually turned pale.

Lin Xue did not look at Deng Qi.

She only stared at the last few lines of conclusion.

[The conclusion of the cross-examination of the broken-tooth wooden comb is being generated —]

[Original rating: Discarded.]

[Original reason for abandonment: Combing people's hair caused a mental breakdown.]

[Review result: The original usage was incorrect.]

[Function confirmed: Removes mental pollution and eliminates parasitic evil influences from the brain.]

[Recommended rating: Special B-level support.]

[Suggested status: Remove permanent storage and move to special observation database.]

[Notes on use: Requires the use of a white paper soul-guiding lamp or a similar old paper-based talisman.]

[The font library for the "White Paper Soul-Guiding Lamp" has been updated.]

[New character added: 梳 (shū)]

When the last line appeared, the entire review room seemed to be set ablaze.

"New character!"

"You really added it, bro!"

"The eighth character!"

"Broken-tooth wooden comb, Special Grade B auxiliary item!"

"—This is the fourth one."

"Four items, turn them all over."

White paper lantern to guide the soul.

Paper figures of mourning.

Unnamed memorial tablet.

Broken-tooth wooden comb.

Four abandoned town artifacts.

All four items were flipped.

Lin Qingzhu looked at the main screen and spoke directly.

"Synchronized with Jiangcheng Lingguan Bureau Town Property Management Section."

Teacher Chen nodded.

"Synced."

The next second, an application popped up on the Jinggui Observation app.

[The Beijing-based anti-corruption exchange group requests that the observation records of this review be preserved.]

Teacher Chen looked at Lin Qingzhu.

Lin Qingzhu said, "Here you go."

The recording synchronization is complete.

In the Beijing-style observation area, several students stared at the review videos on their tablets, their expressions stiff.

Xu Du stood outside the core-covering array.

There was no explanation.

He simply put the remaining "comb" characters back into the paper box.

The broken comb fell back onto the isolation shelf.

This time, it didn't make that scraping sound against the box.

It is very quiet.

It's like it was finally used correctly this time.

Home screen refreshed.

[Second batch of review progress: 1/12.]

【Storage Box No. 1: Broken wooden comb.】

[Review Status: Passed.]

[Rating Correction: Obsolete → Special Grade B Support.]

[New character added: 梳 (shū)]

[Next item to be reviewed: Storage box #2.]

At the end of the track, the second black storage box slowly slid in.

The casing is thinner than No. 1.

The seal is black and white.

Teacher Chen switched files.

On the main screen, lines of text appeared one after another.

【Storage Box No. 2.】

[Name: Half-face photo. 】

[Original rating: Discarded.]

[Reason for abandonment: It showed the other party's future death.]

[Original recommended action: Permanently archive.]

The moment the screen lit up, a small patch of pale white reflection suddenly appeared on the inside of the storage box.

It's like a half-black and white photograph, looking at everyone through a box.

Xu Du picked up the white paper soul-guiding lamp.

Under the black cloth, a faint light shone from the edge of the lamp paper, though there was no flame.

He only said three words.

"Next item."