Paranormal: I was killed by a ghost at the beginning, but I became a ghost king.
24 An Che’s identity? People are best at shifting the blame

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However, at this moment, all the onlookers were dumbfounded. Not only did the ghost tamer come to watch, but even the director of the Investigation Bureau, Wu Zhenguo, was standing in the crowd.

After half an hour of verbal abuse, An Che confirmed one thing.

The person replicated by this mirror not only had the same physical body as a human, but also had his past memories.

In fact, the memory of the person who had been replicated stopped at the moment when the original owner looked in the mirror.

In other words, this mirror had the ability to replicate everything, including the body and the mirror.

"Alright, we've had enough fun. You can go back.”

An Che raised his head and said to Zhao Zhen.

"Hahaha! You are fake! I'm the real one!"

The other Zhao Zhen instantly became excited.

"Big Brother An, I'm the real one! I'm the real one!”

Zhang Zhen, who was pointed out by An Che, immediately panicked.

At this moment, the doll in Wu Xinxin's arms suddenly raised its head and opened its eyes.

Two beams of light shot towards the fake Zhang Zhen.

In the next moment, the fake Zhang Zhen shattered like a mirror.

"Oh?"

Everyone was stunned.

Even An Che was a little surprised.

The others were stunned because they did not expect this seemingly harmless doll to be a ghost tamer.

The reason why An Che was surprised was that this doll seemed to be unable to shatter the person in the mirror image.

He vaguely remembered that when he was in the ghost realm, his gaze had directly pierced through that false illusion, but he had not shattered it.

However, this time, he succeeded in one strike.

Could it be that this doll could also grow?

An Che vaguely felt that this doll might not be an ordinary malicious ghost. Its Terror Level might be very high, or even above the Terror Level. It was either the Disaster Level or the Despair Level.

"Alright, stop looking. Go do what you should do.”

Seeing that the matter had been resolved, Wu Zhenguo began to maintain order and let the others disperse.

Soon, there were only four people left in the carriage.

"This mirror…"

"Mine."

An Che interrupted him before he could finish.

Instantly, Wu Zhenguo's heart ached even more.

He felt that this mirror was definitely something amazing. If it was placed in the laboratory, it might be able to develop some new supernatural props.

At this stage, the laboratory already had some products, such as ghost candles and ghost incense.

The effect of the ghost candle was that people within the range of the candle light would not be affected by the supernatural tent.

The Ghost Fragrance could locate the location of the malicious ghost and attract it over.

These two props were also the latest research and development results of the laboratory.

If this mirror that seemed to have the ability to replicate was sent to the laboratory for research, there should be even more shocking results.

But looking at An Che's attitude, it seemed like there was no room for negotiation.

He had no choice but to give up.

An Che and Wu Xinxin prepared to leave after dinner.

"By the way, Big Brother An, is the ghost I saw in the mirror still with me?”On the way home, Zhao Zhen suddenly asked An Che.

"I thought you didn't believe me?" An Che glanced at him and said slowly.

"Yes, yes! I believe everything you say now."

At this moment, Zhao Zhen had almost become An Che's loyal fan.

An Che sized her up carefully.

"It's no longer with you."

He realized that the supernatural aura on Zhao Zhen's body had completely dissipated. In other words, the ghost was no longer on him.

"That's good." Zhao Zhen seemed to heave a sigh of relief.

"By the way, Big Brother An, who are you? Superman?"

"Like Iron Man? Uphold justice? " Slay the demons…" Instantly, Zhao Zhen became inexplicably excited. He pestered him along the way and asked him all sorts of questions.

An Che's lips twitched slightly.

Slaying demons? Do you think I'm Sun Wukong?

"Big Brother An, say something! Are you lying to me? You didn't go to the mental hospital these two years, but went to the mountain to cultivate?”

An Che looked at his old friend. Why didn't he realize that his brain was full of twists and turns?

Cultivate?

Have you read too many novels?

He felt that if he didn't answer him, his thoughts would become more and more ridiculous.

"Yes, sir!"

An Che sighed and nodded.

"Youngsters nowadays should play less games. Why are they still having mental problems?”

Suddenly, the taxi driver spoke.

"We should have let those experts say a few more words and ban games and novels. Look at you young people who have gone mad.”

Zhao Zhen glanced at him and retorted decisively,"Aiyo, weren't you watching the video when you parked the car just now? Why didn't they ask the experts to ban the Short videos? Isn't that unsafe?"

At the same time, the driver's phone on the shelf suddenly lit up.

The WeChat content displayed on it read,[Come back tonight to play mahjong!]”

"Aiyo, you're playing mahjong? This was gambling. They should really get those experts to ban mahjong and send everyone who played mahjong to jail.”

Suddenly, he saw a cigarette in the driver's pocket.""Aiyo, you're still smoking? Why don't you ask the experts to ban smoking? This thing is harmful to the body. It's much more harmful than playing games.”

Zhao Zhen's mouth was like a cannonball that kept chattering, directly making the driver speechless.

An Che watched everything silently from the side. From the beginning to the end, he did not say a word.

Humans were best at shifting the blame. They never thought about what they had done.

For example, if the child's grades were not good, he would blame the game, the television series, and the novel.

She never thought about whether she understood her child's learning situation or whether she had accompanied him to solve the puzzles that he could not solve.

After all, the 'phone' and the 'game' did not know how to speak or defend themselves.

Therefore, they directly put the blame on a dead thing that could not speak, as if they had done nothing wrong and pushed the responsibility away.

Thank you," Tie the Bell ", for the 100 book coins.

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