When I got downstairs at Johnson, I looked at my watch, and it was already past three o'clock in the afternoon

I looked up at the tall building, and Johnson didn't live on a very high floor, he lived on the seventh floor. To be honest, I'm not a person who particularly likes to take elevators, and I'm generally more willing to go up if the floors aren't too high.

I walked up the stairs, and it was then that I suddenly saw a familiar figure in front of me, but I couldn't tell where I had seen it. I can only hope that the man will come back and look at the back. Disappointingly, she continued to walk up the floor, and I continued to climb up the stairs, of course. But to my surprise and shock, the man stopped when he got to the seventh floor, and I only climbed to the fifth floor.

Speaking of which, I was ashamed of myself, the person climbed to the seventh floor without breathing, and I was already sweating and panting as soon as I climbed to the fifth floor. Of course, this is not because of my poor physique, but because I have traveled all the way and spent too much energy.

I gasped and could hear her clearly opening the door with the key downstairs.

I wondered, "Hey, is she Johnson's family?" ”

I wiped the sweat from my forehead, took a deep breath, and continued my climb upstairs.

The seventh floor, finally to the seventh floor.

I sat slumped in the doorway on the seventh floor, knocking desperately with what little strength I had left.

"Knock knock, open the door, open the door quickly......"

At that moment, there was a sharp shouting from inside the room.

"You dead drunkard, bastard, livestock, miscellaneous...... Didn't you fucking say you'd never come back? ”

I was shocked, and of course I knew she wasn't scolding me. What really puzzled me was that I was keenly aware of where I had heard the voice.

I continued to knock hard, but the people in the room stopped talking. In desperation, I could only knock on the door and shout, "Inside, open the door, I'm a friend of Mr. Johnson." ”

Finally, there was a sharp shouting in the room again: "Johnson, this bastard is dead, he has been hooked to the underworld by a female ghost." ”

Naturally, I didn't believe her nonsense, so I said loudly, "You're Johnson's wife!" Can you open the door? I'm just here to give him back his little notebook. In this little notebook is his diary, which must be very important to him, please open the door. ”

At this moment, leaning against the door, I clearly heard a small and intermittent sound coming from inside the room.

"Mom, open the door for him, he's just here to return something."

"Your mother doesn't dare to take Johnson's damn thing, she wants to take you and open the door yourself."

"Mommy, Daddy...... It's not ......"

"You are all for him, how can he ......"

"Mom's ......"

Their voices were getting fainter and weaker, and I couldn't hear them anymore as I leaned against the door. Just when I thought they wouldn't open the door and turned around to leave, the door to the house actually opened.

I looked up at the man who opened the door, and the sight took my astonished whole person back several steps. I never imagined that this person was the ugly fat woman who hit me in the traffic police station, and she turned out to be Johnson's wife.

As soon as she saw me, she shook her body. Then she gritted her teeth and pointed at my chest and scolded, "Why did you come to my house and lie that you were a friend of Johnson's dead ghost?" ”

To be honest, I was about to apologize to Johnson when I knew she was Johnson's wife, but now that she is talking to me like that, how can I apologize?

I was not angry and sneered: "I came to find Johnson, I didn't know that you would be Johnson's wife, I really didn't expect him to find an ugly woman like you as his wife, he was really blind." ”

When the fat woman, who was so ugly, heard me say this, she immediately looked at me with a very vicious gaze, which was very fierce, as if I were his father-killer and had an unrivalled hatred for him. She pointed at my chest like crazy and screamed, "Get out, get out of here......"

I stood in the doorway, but I wouldn't move.

When the fat woman saw that I was motionless, she suddenly ran into the kitchen, picked up a glittering kitchen knife, and slashed at me with a head and face.

Rao is no matter how bold I am, I can't help but be frightened in the face of such an old and ugly woman, so I immediately pulled out my legs and ran downstairs.

I was so panicked that I fell on the third floor, breaking a thick layer of skin on my hand, and the red blood couldn't stop flowing.

Shocked and angry, I struggled to my feet and patted the dust off my body. I couldn't help but curse.

"Fuck, damn it, it's this damn Johnson who married such a fat, ugly woman. It hurt Lao Tzu to be like this bird. ”

Sometimes, using swear words to express anger in your heart is really a very painful way to vent.

When I was done, I tore through my white shirt with my uninjured right hand, and wrapped a small piece of torn fabric around the wound on my left hand.

After a qiē, I looked at the wound and sighed. Thinking about what I had just heard on the staircase, and from the conversation that came from the room between mother and daughter, I could tell that Johnson must have had an argument with her wife, and that Johnson had left and decided never to return home. But where will Johnson go?

I stood downstairs in a daze, looking up at the seventh floor. At this moment, I felt more hesitant than I had ever been. Because I have lost all the clues, I originally thought that as long as I went to Johnson's house, I would be able to let him tell him in detail about the encounter with the female ghost again, but now Johnson is at a loss, and the fatal thing is that his wife has a lot of hatred for me, and it is impossible to tell me Johnson's whereabouts.

I was desperately trying to think of other options.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in my mind, Johnson's wife will not tell me about Johnson's whereabouts, so will Johnson's daughter penetrate his whereabouts to me?

But how can I meet Johnson's daughter? Do you want me to knock on the door again and face that old and ugly fat woman again? I felt sick at the thought of her vicious expression with a large kitchen knife in her hand.

Hehe, of course I wouldn't do this stupidity again, and I thought of a brilliant way to re-enter Johnson's house. I am a master with ancestral make-up techniques, and when it comes to my family's make-up secrets, I can't finish talking about them for three days and three nights, so I will pick the most important place to briefly talk about it. My grandfather told me that our ancestors of the Long family used to be famous doctors, and their medical skills were unparalleled. For generations, they specialized in treating the diseases of ancient emperors, but later gave up practicing medicine for some special reason. I knew there must be an intriguing story in this, and I had always been a very curious person who liked to get to the bottom of it, so I kept pestering my grandfather to tell me why my ancestors gave up practicing medicine.

Unable to withstand my soft grinding and hard bubbles, my grandfather finally told me the general content of this story. My grandfather told me that there was once an emperor who was bent on immortality and issued a death order asking my ancestor to develop an elixir for him, and although my grandfather was superb in medicine and could cure diseases, he could not bring the dead back to life, let alone make people immortal.

However, the emperor's order cannot be violated, and my ancestor took the plunge and invited a few famous scholars to pin all his hopes on those scholars. Those alchemists were extremely good at alchemy and disguise, and after a long period of contact, my wise ancestor quickly learned their disguise technique, and it is admirable that my ancestor not only learned the disguise technique taught by the monks, but he also used various medical drugs to add to the disguise item human skin mask, thus making the art of disguise more perfect.

Later, as the alchemy of the monks worked day and night, they finally refined a silver-white pill for them one day, and they were overjoyed and did not make any real attempts, and immediately presented it to the emperor at that time.

The emperor at that time was anxious for immortality, so he swallowed the pill on the spot without any hesitation.

At first, the emperor did not feel any discomfort, he thought that he had lived forever, and he was overjoyed to reward my ancestor and scholars.

However, in the evening, the whole palace was filled with the sound of crying and cursing, and then a physician cried and announced the death of the emperor.

That night, the palace fell into a panic, and in a hurry, the ministers invited the crown prince to ascend the throne overnight. The new emperor was busy with the enthronement ceremony for a while, and he accepted the visits of the ministers, so that he had no time to take care of my ancestor and the alchemy monks.

Because of the suddenness of the incident, my grandfather was so frightened that he fainted, and when he woke up, he knew that he would not let go of himself after the new emperor freed his hand, so he took advantage of the dark night and high wind to run out of the palace with his family that night.

Later, the new emperor really issued an order to kill and pasted the portrait of the ancestor all over the place, and my ancestor used the disguise technique to skillfully avoid this crisis in order to avoid the pursuit of the guards sent by the new emperor.

Later, my grandfather deeply felt that accompanying the king was like accompanying the tiger, and swore a poisonous oath that future generations would not practice medicine again, so as not to repeat his mistakes. He found a secluded place and began to chop wood and farm, passing on all the essence of his disfiguration to his son.

In his later years, Master Zu also accepted two little apprentices part-time and passed on part of his disguise technique to them. And the transfiguration techniques they learned were far from what my ancestors had passed down. Their transfiguration techniques can only be similar in appearance, and they can be found as long as others walk in and take a closer look, and my ancestral transfiguration techniques are certainly much more sophisticated than theirs.

I've imagined several times that the disguise techniques that use human skin masks to make up in the TV series and are debunked are from my grandfather's little apprentices?

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