I don't know if it's been suppressed too hard recently, facing this scoundrel man with a listless face and a look of not waking up, Zhang Yun actually said the thing that had been suppressed in his heart. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

It was all because of that incident that Zhang Yun felt that her entire life had been disrupted.

No, it's too gentle to say that the disruption is a bit too gentle, her life is completely upset, and her whole life has been changed by that incident.

It happened a month ago.

That time was the most fulfilling time of her life. has a smooth career, a stable job, a boyfriend who talks about marriage, and every day is extremely fulfilling, the only regret is that he is alone and cannot go home to accompany his aging parents all year round.

So she made a decision, which she still regrets to this day.

She took annual leave and took her parents on a long trip.

At first, the trip went smoothly, and the parents were glad that she, as a daughter, could be by their side and enjoy the scenery along the way. And she was also very satisfied, thinking that she could finally take her parents out when they could still walk, which could be regarded as fulfilling her filial piety.

However, an accident happened.

It was a landslide caused by a minor earthquake. The whole bus was crushed under the rocks and smashed to pieces. In addition to their tourist bus, there are several other cars that have suffered the same thing.

More than 100 people were killed, and their car was the worst, with no one in the car except her, including her parents.

She had been lying in the hospital since the accident, and by the time she was discharged, her parents' funerals had ended.

She didn't even attend her parents' funeral.

But this was only the beginning of the nightmare.

Since she was discharged from the hospital, her boyfriend has cut off contact with her, and no matter how much she calls and texts, the other party completely ignores her. Obviously, he came to visit her when he was hospitalized, but she couldn't talk to him at that time, could it be because of this that she was angry?

Her boyfriend's problem hasn't been solved yet, and then she starts to have nightmares non-stop.

The nightmares were similar every day, but there were some differences in the details, they were all full of blood and broken corpses, which would move in the dream, constantly crawling towards her, trying to pull her into the pool of hell.

She knew it must have been the ghost of the deceased in the accident.

They were dissatisfied that she was the only one who could be saved, and vented their anger at her unjust death, and wanted to take her away as well.

She was scared and wanted to go to see a psychiatrist, or find a monk to come to her house to recite sutras or something, but she was worried that her colleagues would find out if she did so, and then she would definitely become the laughing stock of the whole company.

This continued until yesterday morning, when she found half a blood-colored handprint on the floor of her bed. Immediately after, a sense of fear flooded into her heart as if it had burst the embankment, making her feel unusually strange no matter what she saw, and it was precisely because of this that she would regard Mingchuan as a suspicious stalker.

After listening to Zhang Yun's narration quietly, Ming Chuan half-squinted his eyes and leaned on the back of the chair as if he was about to fall asleep.

"Hey, are you listening?" Zhang Yun said with some annoyance when he saw Ming Chuan's appearance.

"Of course you're listening, don't you see my attentive eyes?" Ming Chuan turned his head and said to Zhang Yun with a serious face.

"All I saw was a pair of dead fish eyes that hadn't woken up. Zhang Yun pursed his lips and said on a matter-by-case basis.

"Well, I also know that it's a joke, which means that the illness is not serious. Ming Chuan nodded and said in a serious tone.

"Hey, don't you believe what I said?" Zhang Yun was a little angry when he heard this, and his voice increased unconsciously.

"I didn't say I didn't believe it. Ming Chuan pursed his lips and said, "But just by what you say, it doesn't mean anything, maybe you have paranoia because of that accident, maybe what's that?"

"It's called PTSD (Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, a persistent mental disorder that occurs after an individual has experienced or witnessed a major injury). Zhang Yun rolled his eyes and corrected.

"That's what it means, anyway. Ming Chuan shrugged indifferently.

"Anyway, if you don't believe it. Zhang Yun pouted in displeasure. She was originally sweet, so she looked very cute with her mouth pouted, and her expression became much more lively after sweeping away the previous gloom.

"Alas, what do you want me to say?" Ming Chuan said helplessly, "You must pay attention to evidence in everything, you said that you were haunted by ghosts, give me a clear evidence." ”

"You mean the bloody handprint on my bedside?" Zhang Yun understood as soon as he heard it, and his face showed a look of sudden realization.

"Not necessarily. Ming Chuan shook his head and said, "Listening to what you just described, most of the places where the situation happened were in your house, just let me go to your house to have a look." ”

"Eh, my family......" Zhang Yun dragged out his tail note, glanced at Ming Chuan up and down, and said in a strange voice with a thick tone of suspicion, "This won't be the latest way to pick up people." ”

"......" Ming Chuan didn't know what kind of expression to use to face this question, and was stunned for a while before he said, "This question is very sharp, how can I answer it?"

"Poof. Zhang Yun couldn't help laughing, "I'm joking, how can anyone talk to someone else go directly to someone's house? You'll have to come up with some proof, too. ”

"Yo, now the position is reversed. Ming Chuan was defeated by the other party with what he just said, and he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, "Say, what kind of evidence do you want." ”

"Just prove that you're not a big talker, that you have real skills. Zhang Yun didn't know how to prove this kind of thing, she had no experience in this at all.

"Oh, it's easy. When Ming Chuan heard this, the corners of his mouth hooked, leaned back on the chair and craned his neck hard, his whole face hung upside down to look at the shadow of the bushes behind him, and said to the empty bushes, "Come, say hello to this young lady." ”

Zhang Yungang wanted to stop the other party's behavior of Zhong Er, but he saw two dim red lights in a dark shadow, like the eyes of a cat acting in the dark night, flashing with a demonic luster.

Zhang Yun was startled, but what frightened her even more was that a voice suddenly sounded in the shadows that should have been empty.

"Hello, my name is Yinglan, you can call me Xiaoying. "The voice is a little low and a little crisp, and you can't tell the difference between men and women from the timbre alone, which makes people feel a little strange.

"Xiaoying?" Although Zhang Yun knew that the situation at this time was a little strange, he still couldn't help but spit out the name in his heart.

Zhang Yun felt that he was probably a little abnormal, otherwise, according to common sense, the reaction of normal people at this time must be screaming, not like her, complaining about a "ghost" name in her heart.