"You are indeed dead." There was infinite sadness in my eyes, and I sighed heavily: "If you don't believe me, you can look at the palms of your hands." ”

"Impossible! You must be ......" and "lie to me" Before the words "lie to me" were spoken, the middle-aged man opened his hands in astonishment and looked at it.

When he saw a dense cloud of black gas appear in the palms of his hands, the consternation on his face became even stronger: "How is this possible?" How can black gas appear in the palm of a living person? It must be an illusion! ”

"It's not an illusion, yes, it is true that there will be no black qi in the palm of a living person, but at this moment, you are not a living person, but a Yin Soul Wild Ghost, and of course there will be black qi in the palm of the Yin Soul Wild Ghost." I shook my head and continued to explain: "These so-called black qi should be the resentment of ghosts, and after resentment, no matter how reluctant you are, you can only accept the fact that you are a ghost. ”

Actually, I didn't know how to tell the difference between ghosts and living people, but since I got the pupil, I've gradually noticed the difference.

The biggest difference is in the palm of each other's palms, the palms of the living are incomparably unusually black gas, but once you become a ghost after death, there will be a cloud of black gas in the palm, which is extremely weird.

I don't know what this black gas is, so I can only preconceive of it as resentment, after all, this black gas makes me feel very evil, like it is full of resentment of the dead.

Having said that, my laborious explanation did not completely convince the middle-aged man, and he still looked incredulous: "Why should I believe you? Maybe these black gases are just smudges? yes, they should be smudges, I'm going to wash them off. ”

Immediately after, the middle-aged man ran into the kitchen quickly, trying to wash off the black gas in his palm with water.

But the result disappointed the middle-aged man, because no matter how vigorously he scrubbed it, the black gas still remained firmly in the palm of his hand.

"Am I really dead? No way! I can't just die! I must be dreaming! Although the middle-aged man still didn't believe it, he was not as sure as he was before sitting on the kitchen floor.

"If you still don't believe you're dead, you can slap me with all your might." I suddenly made a suggestion.

"Slap you? Why should I slap you? The middle-aged man was surprised.

"You're not too young, and you're still 100,000 a day, why? Just do it. I said impatiently.

"Okay, but you asked me to beat you on your own initiative, so you can't trouble me afterwards." The middle-aged man who was slumped on the ground stood up helplessly.

"It's okay, I won't blame you, by the way, when you slap your face, remember to silently think about the black gas in your palm, you know?" I instructed unhurriedly.

"Got it." After the middle-aged man answered, he held his breath and raised his right hand, which was ready to attack.

Immediately after, a wave fell, and the middle-aged man's right hand, which was ready to attack, cut through the air and smashed quickly towards the right side of my face.

Looking at the phantom of the palm that was getting closer and closer in my pupils, I already foresaw that the right side of my face would be red and swollen by this palm.

But the foreseen redness and swelling on the right side of the face did not appear as expected, and a surprising scene occurred.

Just as the middle-aged man's right hand was about to hit my right cheek, the black qi on it suddenly became thick and swirling, and then the middle-aged man's right hand turned into an illusory shadow.

The illusory shadow that had been transformed from my right hand first passed straight through the right side of my face, then easily over my skull, and finally stopped on the outside of my skull, causing no harm to my body at all.

Seeing this strange scene, the middle-aged man's face froze instantly: "This ...... What's going on? Why can't my hand touch your body? ”

"Because you are dead, and now you are just a ghost wandering the world, and ghosts, as illusory bodies, certainly cannot touch the body of a living person." I touched the right side of my face with palpitations, and when I saw that there was no redness or swelling on it, I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"It doesn't make sense, since the ghost of the illusory body can't touch the body of a living person, then the body of a living person shouldn't be able to touch the body of an illusory ghost, but you just woke me up with your hand." The middle-aged man said with a tangled face.

"I don't know much about this, but I vaguely feel that the reason is related to the strength of ghosts, the more powerful ghosts are, the more they can use the ability to turn fiction into reality, such as you." I looked meaningfully at the middle-aged man.

After experiencing the previous strange scene, the middle-aged man has begun to believe that he is dead: "Me? You say I'm the kind of ghost who can turn fiction into reality? How is it possible, I was just an ordinary worker who did nothing in my life, and how could I become a powerful ghost after I died? ”

"I don't know about this, maybe some strange things happened before and after you died, and it is these things that enhance your abilities, after all, there is only a little black qi in the palms of ordinary ghosts, but the palms of your hands are full of black gas, and by using these black gases, you can freely transform between the virtual and the real." I replied methodically.

"Then the reason why you just asked me to meditate on the black qi in my heart is to teach me how to turn reality into fiction?" The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment.

"Yes, but this is just a blind cat meeting a dead mouse, originally I wasn't sure that you can really transform into reality, and I was very worried about being swollen by you." I said with a slight blush.

"Sins and sins, fortunately I can really transform the virtual into the real, otherwise it would have been a big mistake." The middle-aged man said with a guilty face.

"Where did it come to be? If you can't transform the virtual into the real, then it proves that you are just a weak ghost, and the weak ghost is an illusory body, and the illusory body can't hurt me. I said with a smile on my face.

"Don't comfort me." The middle-aged man suddenly remembered that he was already a ghost, and his face suddenly darkened: "It turns out that what you said is true, I am already dead, and I have become a ghost, it is really sad." ”

Seeing the dark clouds floating on the middle-aged man's face, I couldn't help but explain: "People can't be resurrected after death, since you are dead, slowly accept the fact that you are a ghost, by the way, do you remember how you died?" ”

The middle-aged man pressed his head and thought for a while before he said blankly: "I don't remember, I don't even remember how I died." ”

"And what's the last scene you remember in your head?" The middle-aged man was full of suspicions, and I couldn't help but ask.

"I remember watching TV with my wife, and I fainted when I watched it, and when I woke up again, I saw you." The middle-aged man said helplessly.

"When you woke up, you saw me? Do you mean you see me in Room 403, Building A, or do you mean you see me now? I asked.

"Of course, it means now, Room 403 of Building A? I've never been to Building A, so how could I have seen you anywhere? The middle-aged man replied puzzled.

A bad feeling slowly rose in my heart: "In other words, you don't remember everything after the coma?" ”

"Yes." The middle-aged man nodded firmly.

I felt that the situation had become even worse: "Then do you remember that you played a terrifying Sichuan mahjong game with three people before?" ”

"Playing Sichuan mahjong? I don't like to play mahjong. The middle-aged man shook his head.

"If you think about it again, those three people are me, the administrator who lives in Building A 201, and Ling Yumo who lives in this room." I'll ask again.

But when I asked, the middle-aged man covered his head and shouted, "Don't ...... Don't ask...... Please, don't ask...... My head hurts...... It hurts! I haven't played mahjong with you! I really don't! ”

As the middle-aged man covered his head and shouted, I saw that wisps of blood were constantly bursting out of his white face.

These bloodshots gradually stained the middle-aged man's white face red, making him look like a bloody ghost.

I quickly stopped talking and didn't continue to ask: "It seems that he has not only forgotten the cause of his death, but also forgotten everything after death. ”

"But the memory part that the middle-aged man forgot is too weird, it just involves the person who manipulated the man's corpse behind it, could it be that person erased the memory of the middle-aged man? By the way, it should be that person who erased! Otherwise, when a middle-aged man recalls his memory, he won't be so painful! ”

Or think about it on a deeper level, the person who manipulated the man's corpse behind him was the murderer of the middle-aged man! So after that person killed the middle-aged man, he also chose to erase his death memory.

"As long as the memory of the middle-aged man is erased, no one will know his true identity, so that he can always hide in the shadows!"

"What's more, as long as he keeps hiding his identity, even if I have met him, I may not be able to find out his true identity."

"This man is really thoughtful, and he is a difficult opponent to deal with, so I have to be careful in everything."

In fact, since I entered the Splendid Building twice today, I have encountered four consecutive life-threatening situations.

The first time was almost smashed by a flower pot, the second time was when he encountered a bare wire, the third time was attacked by a male corpse in Room 403 of Building A, and the fourth time was dragged by a middle-aged man to play mahjong.

"It's too much of a coincidence that I've been in danger repeatedly, maybe these four dangers against me were all done by the same person, and that person was the one who controlled the male corpse." After some speculation, some mysteries gradually became clear: "My first distress was in front of the gate of Building D, and the last and fourth distress was also in Building D, and maybe that person is still hiding in Building D from the beginning to the present." ”

Guessing that the person controlling the male corpse was hiding in Building D, I couldn't help but panic: "In addition to the cheongsam woman, there are four families living in Building D, and the members of these four families may be the ones who control the male corpse behind the scenes." ”