Mysterious Séancer: My Doll Can Really Show Its Power

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

As time went on, Cao Mingliang became increasingly uneasy.

He knew that, given Yang Ning's consistent style, it would be a blessing if these forty-three members of the Santa Group could die a quick and painless death.

Cao Mingliang himself also believed that those people deserved to die.

He even wanted to kill those people himself.

But......

Cao Mingliang turned to Peng Yong beside him and asked, "Old Peng, if someone could handle those Santa Group people through personal means, would you support him?"

Peng Yong is a police officer.

He felt that Cao Mingliang's question was a bit nonsensical.

But he still replied, "Of course not."

Hearing Peng Yong's answer, Cao Mingliang felt much more at ease.

Indeed, what I'm doing now is the right thing to do.

However, Peng Yong's next words inexplicably made him feel a lump in his throat.

"But whether I support it or not is not important."

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

"Only those who were killed by them have the right to comment on this matter."

Cao Mingliang: "..."

Cao Mingliang didn't say another word until the plane landed.

He was preoccupied with whether he had made a mistake this time.

I'm helping people track down the culprit who committed arson back then, so why do I seem like I'm doing something wrong?

Thinking this, Cao Mingliang suddenly felt a chill beside him.

He turned and looked into the cabin.

There were quite a few empty seats on this flight, which had been delayed for almost a day, about thirty or forty in total.

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

An older man sitting next to an empty seat frowned and pressed the call button above his head.

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

The middle-aged man asked疑惑地, "I smell something burning, can you smell it?"

The flight attendant laughed, "How could that be? There won't be any open flames on the plane, please don't worry about that."

She then took a sniff herself and indeed did not smell anything strange.

The middle-aged man, still unconvinced, asked the passengers in front of and behind him, "None of you could smell it?"

The passengers behind him were sleeping, but only the female passenger in front responded to him, saying, "I didn't smell anything except the stench of my husband's farts."

The man was speechless.

The flight attendant smiled and asked, "You see, there's really no odor. Shall I move you to another seat?"

The middle-aged man waved his hand and said, "No need, it might really be my problem. That's fine, thank you for your trouble."

"No trouble at all. Please let me know if you have any questions."

The flight attendant left with a smile.

Cao Mingliang's expression turned serious.

His senses are sharp, and he didn't smell any strange odors, which means there really are no strange odors on the plane.

However, he also realized that the man hadn't been making trouble out of nothing.

A moment later, Cao Mingliang got up and walked over to the middle-aged man. He glanced at the empty seat next to the man and asked, "Hello?"

The middle-aged man, who was dozing off, looked up at him. "Hello, what's up?"

Cao Mingliang glanced at the empty seat next to the older man again and asked, "Are you... are you naturally gifted with a keen sixth sense?"

The middle-aged man was immediately astonished. "How did you know? Young man, you're quite capable!"

Cao Mingliang gave a stiff smile, and cold sweat immediately broke out on his forehead.

Looking at the empty seats on the plane, he stood there dumbfounded, not knowing what to do.

Moreover, he could also smell the faint smell of burning at this moment.

The scent emanating from the ghosts of those who were burned to death cannot be detected by the five senses.

You have to rely on your sixth sense.

After experiencing death once, Cao Mingliang's sixth sense was also activated, which had sharpened his five senses.

However, his sixth sense is not very stable; it is sometimes accurate and sometimes not.

Now, Cao Mingliang clasped his hands together and bowed slightly in front of the empty seat.

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

To be precise, in addition to these passengers, there were more than thirty ghosts who had been burned to death in the cabin.

These ghosts will accompany him to the Central Plains.

In an instant, Cao Mingliang felt the surrounding temperature drop by several degrees.

Based on Cao Mingliang's experiences over the past month, he is not afraid of ordinary ghosts, let alone ordinary vengeful spirits!

Think back to the scene of vengeful ghosts driving people away in broad daylight in Qianzhi Village on Qingyu Mountain. What are these mere ghosts who were burned to death?

If this were anywhere else, if it weren't on an airplane, Cao Mingliang would probably have already started calling for an exorcism.

But now it's clear that most of these ghosts who died from burning are connected to Yang Ning.

So...

Captain Cao's legs felt a little weak.

Before Yang Ning could take action, the crimes of the Santa Group members were exposed, and then they were arrested.

Catching Yang Ning's ghost;

Even the hot-blooded and straightforward Captain Cao could tell which of these two things was permissible and which was not.

The previous incident did not cross Yang Ning's bottom line.

The second thing is tantamount to courting death.

After all, just last week, a Level 2 Special Agent from the Special Administration Bureau, who was one level higher than him, had his hands crippled by Yang Ning.

Cao Mingliang looked back at his seat.

A dark shadow was reflected on the empty seat. Peng Yong, who had been in a daze, suddenly turned to look at the empty seat next to him, his face full of surprise.

He seemed to sense something.

After all, among these thirty-odd ghosts was his own niece.

......

At the very last moment before midnight, the plane landed smoothly.

Passengers began to disembark.

Cao Mingliang stayed with Peng Yong until the very end before leaving.

Outside the disembarkation tunnel, Cao Mingliang's ordinary special agents from the Special Administration Bureau were already waiting.

Pulling Peng Yong along, Cao Mingliang, looking somewhat flustered, approached his subordinate and extended his hand, "Did you bring the things?"

The special agent nodded: "Boss, I brought it!"

He handed her a small medicine bottle containing a pale blue liquid.

Cao Mingliang asked Peng Yong, "Old Peng, would you like to see your niece one last time?"

Peng Yong was suddenly startled, his face changing drastically: "W-what do you mean?"

Cao Mingliang held up the eye drops in his hand. "Put these drops on your eyes, and you'll be able to see...see what you felt on the plane just now."

Peng Yong naturally didn't believe it.

But after these days, he no longer felt that Cao Mingliang would harm him.

So he took the medicine from Cao Mingliang's hand and applied it to his eyes.

It felt cool and refreshing, with a texture similar to Tiger Balm, and a slight spiciness. For a moment, Peng Yong could hardly open his eyes.

Cao Mingliang also applied the ointment to his eyes. Unlike Peng Yong, he didn't have such a violent reaction and opened his eyes after a short while.

About a minute later, Peng Yong adjusted and was about to open his eyes when Cao Mingliang covered them. "Old Peng..."

"I was wrong, you'd better not watch it anymore."

Peng Yong trembled. "W-what happened?"

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

Peng Yong slowly took Cao Mingliang's hand and gradually removed it from his sight.

He slowly looked up and saw that the airport was brightly lit at night, with pale lights that, at first glance, seemed devoid of any life or vitality.

Under such lighting, thirty completely blackened, charred humanoid figures sat quietly in a row of seats.

Do not speak or move.

He just sat there, as if waiting for something.

......