After watching all the footage, I took a light breath and began to organize my mood. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoPsychiatrists see a lot of sick psychology. If you don't digest it in time, it's easy to get infected.

After reading a few tongue twisters, my mood has calmed down.

When I came to Gongzhen, I didn't know many people, but I had already seen the abnormality here. So Kim has always maintained the appearance of this normal person, and he is indeed sorry for the 'eyes' I put up.

So I decided to take advantage of Kim's outings and go next door.

I opened the door, and I knew that Kim's house was dark, and by the occasional light coming in from behind the curtains, I walked slowly forward, and turned on the light.

The lights are still very weak.

As I continued to walk inside, there was a faint stench in the air. I thought it was a hallucination, but now I can feel it—it's not very strong. This is probably the smell of sweat that is unique to the elderly. From the monitor, I knew that there were no anomalies on the upper and lower floors, except for the belongings and treasures in the basement.

I got the key from under the vase in the third compartment of the cabinet next to the bookshelf, turned around and opened the small box in the desk, and got the second key. That's the key to the basement, which doesn't have any difficulty for me.

As soon as I opened the basement door, I smelled a foul smell and a rotten smell. I retched several times before I stopped throwing up, and my stomach churned.

I immediately understood that what I smelled upstairs was coming from here. It seems that I still have to come in person, I can't smell these smells in the monitor, and it's so dark, I often can't see it really, I only know that it's probably some self-made.

To satisfy my curiosity, I held back my nausea and slowly walked inside. There was no light in the basement, so I touched the homemade oil lamp that was commonly used in the Golden Sutra from memory, lit it, and began to look at it through the light.

In the basement there is a large, ancient shelf filled with all kinds of homemade handicrafts such as kites, lampshades, masks, and more. All are made of genuine leather. Why? Because some of them have begun to rot. That's where that rancid smell comes from.

Continuing to look back, it's strange, there are bone artifacts in the back, there are soup bowls, and some strange building blocks similar in shape. It's a bit of a panic indeed. Are these things worth preserving? Besides, most of them are rotten.

Wait a minute.

It was as if something was going through my head, and I couldn't remember it. Important, what is it?

I looked at the kite closely, and there was a belt on the back of the kite, and I picked it up and looked at it: it was indeed a real belt, and it hadn't begun to rot. The most important thing is that the inlaid on the belt are actually human parts?!

I shivered solidly, holding the belt in my right hand and the fuel lamp in my left hand, and my whole body stiffened.

All these leather and bone products, all of them, are human?

Swallowing hard, I gulped in the foul-smelling air as if I had no sense of taste or smell at all. I felt like I was going to suffocate.

Man is a strange animal, and there is no logic at some point. I smelled the stench, but gradually I lost my bad feelings, and I felt fear, but I didn't want to take a step out of this cave. I could feel my faint admiration for the clever mind of Old Man Kim, no, Old Ghost Kim, and I could feel a faint hint of excitement rising in my heart.

There is only one trace that if I were not a psychiatrist, I would never have noticed this in the face of that violent fear!

But I just noticed it!!

It's kind of scary.

I suddenly felt a little resentful about the organization that had been cultivated with me, even though I had always been a little resentful of it.

I began to think uncontrollably in this cave. I don't know how long later, in this absolutely quiet basement, I vaguely heard the sound of the old ghost opening the door.

Worst!

I've forgotten the time! It's been an hour?

My heart was pounding. I don't want to meet the old ghost Jin yet, especially here. It's not that I can't beat him, it's that he's still useful. Seeing these things, I feel even more that the old ghost Jin will be a surprise move!

Hopefully, he won't find out that anyone has entered his collection room. I breathed quietly, trying to recall all the movements I had made since I came in.

Whew, good thing my habits are good enough. As long as it weren't for the old ghost's sudden whim to take a look at these treasures, I wouldn't have been discovered. It's just a night with them. As far as I know, the old ghost doesn't come here very often. It turns out that when things you don't want to happen happen and things you don't want to happen happen at the same time, you absolutely throw the things you don't want to happen out of the clouds – and I find that I'm not afraid of these artifacts anymore.

After a while, I was excited again, and it was a mixed blessing. Heavy grinding and breathing sounded. This old ghost has finally dragged someone back! But, at this time!

I quickly hid in a corner behind the shelf, where it was so dark that the oil lamp alone would never have shone through. As long as this old ghost doesn't come to see his collection, he won't find me. Now it seems that he should focus on making new crafts rather than watching them.

I breathed softly, trying not to make a sound.

The old ghost Jin laboriously dragged a sack in and skillfully lit the oil lamp. Inside the sack was a middle-aged woman who had just died, the back of her head was smashed, and it seemed that she had died a neat death without suffering.

Old Ghost Jin brought a large suitcase from upstairs, and the tools in it were obviously more professional than Wang Li's. To my criedness, he began to pray. He said how many good deeds he had done in the past few days, how many orphans he had helped who had struggled to survive, and how many charitable activities he had done without asking for anything in return, so that he could ask Almighty God to forgive him for the sins he was about to commit next.

I laughed in my heart. This is the case with the so-called "ethical bank". They always think that they have put a lot of morality in the bank, so that they can commit crimes with peace of mind. This idea of positive and negative offsetting is really naïve, and it is nothing more than self-consolation in disguise, self-brainwashing to avoid the condemnation of conscience.

This kind of person can harm others with peace of mind. They can wantonly kill people for the 'righteousness' in their hearts, and I don't know how much more terrifying than the king.

Sure enough, it is worthy of the old ghost Jin, hidden so deeply, and the means are so ruthless. This is the old ghost who has been immersed in society for decades. Admire.

With all the deposits in Ethical Bank gone, he actually began to tell about his original sin:

"I grew up in a slum, and because I stayed in that rotten house, I almost never saw a woman – except my mother. She was a nice person, always helping other people, and was very nice to me and my brothers. He quickly recited this set of words that he had said I don't know how many times, and his face was expressionless: "But since the day my father died, everything has not been normal. Those men, both I had seen and those I had not, began to defile my mother. I was too young to stop them. But, however, even my brothers began to defile my mother. Haha, is that so? My mother doesn't seem to be very repulsive, this bitch! Oh, merciful God, please forgive me for scolding her again. So I thought these men were doing the right thing. Isn't it?"

Jin finally had an expression, and he said sadly, "Of course not. Because I saw my mother secretly crying alone. I couldn't comfort her because I didn't know how to comfort her. I've always wanted to ask, why? Why, my mother, who is so kind, is as kind and beautiful as the Virgin, why is her fate like this?"

Jin raised his head, opened his arms, and said reverently, "O almighty god, please forgive me for my mistake this time." ”

When the prayer was over, he finally picked up the sharp military knife and flew deftly over the woman's body in the dim light.

Peel. Dismember.

I witnessed the whole process. His skinning skills are more skilled than Bai An's, and his focused expression is like a surgical operation, but he doesn't have Bai An's beauty, which can be regarded as different. The peeled skin is relatively complete and large, and I think he will make a relatively large handicraft.

Sure enough, Kim was going to make a rug out of the leather and spread her next to the bathtub in the bathroom. This will be the first gold artifact to be placed outside the basement.

When the carpet was finished, Kim slowly walked towards the shelf, holding the fuel lamp.

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