Zhang Liang didn't go to Zhao Mengqi.

Sitting in the garage, after eating something back, I sat down at the computer desk and began the long wait.

If Zhao Mengqi finds it back, he will work with Zhao Mengqi to find a way to face what happened to Zhao Mengqi.

If Zhao Mengqi doesn't come back, if he dies or not, it's his business.

They don't know each other!

The waiting time passed slowly, and it was hard to endure.

Zhang Liang sat from noon to evening, the sky gradually darkened, and Zhao Mengqi had not yet recovered.

Zhang Liang stood up, because he kept a posture and sat for a long time, his legs were a little numb.

The injured hand was on the computer desk, and he gasped several times in pain.

Opening the door and walking out of the garage, Zhang Liang watched the sky at the door for a few minutes.

Bring the door.

Let's go.

In the corner of a window in the opposite building, there was a telescope, secretly watching Zhang Liang open and close the door.

Watching Zhang Liang turn all the way, his figure was blocked by the building, and the telescope was still watching the corner.

Zhao Mengqi put down the binoculars, like an abandoned child, and sat softly on the floor.

The brown pupils and the two sharp tiger teeth look terrifying.

His face was wrinkled like an old man, and his arms, legs, feet, and body were almost like this.

Wrinkled skin, there is an itchy feeling that the wound is scarred and about to fall off.

Zhao Mengqi unconsciously fished east and west, and the old skin fell off, revealing new skin as tender and smooth as a baby.

It's just that Zhao Mengqi didn't care about her molting.

With strong attachment and reluctance, as well as the feeling of abandonment, she is going crazy after being tortured.

Her daughters are almost fourteen years old, and she has the sanity of an adult.

But she couldn't control this emotion at all, and she almost couldn't hold back it several times, and she was about to cry to find her mother.

Yes, Mom!

Regardless of whether she is ashamed to face it or not, the irrepressible attachment emotion has been impacting her sanity!!

……

Zhang Liang returned to Baixian Nunnery, and it was already dark.

Song Xueyi didn't ask about Zhao Mengqi, because Zhao Mengqi had already called her at noon.

For Song Xueyi, Zhao Mengqi is just one of the many patients, just maintain the relationship between a good doctor and the patient, there is nothing to worry about.

Song Xueyi said: "I'm back from errands, give me the puppet!" ”

Zhang Liang untied the little puppet and went back, Song Xueyi hung the puppet back on his waist, "Please use the spirit upper body technique, please live in the quiet room of Tianzi No. 4." It's also very easy to ask for a spirit, I came across that room, and the existence inside thought I was qualified, so they allowed me to ask for a spirit. ”

"The previous head of the nunnery invited the spirit to come up, and he told a ghost story in the mirror, and he could invite that one."

"The way I ask the spirit is to wear purple clothes, black stockings, high heels, lanterns, and walk forty-nine steps at night. You have to dress up like that. ”

"The method was taught by the one in the room. I haven't met her either, but I've spoken to her through the door. ”

Song Xueyi answered in one breath, she promised Zhang Liang's question.

Zhang Liang was stunned and said, "That's it?" ”

Song Xue twisted her shoulders uncomfortably, "As a party who invites the spirit, I am more curious about the fourth room of Tianzi than you." But curiosity kills the cat, do you know what the previous owner of the nunnery died? ”

"How did you die?"

"She was in a hurry about what she was doing, so she asked the spirit to tell a ghost story to the mirror, and the story was repeated, and then she broke the mirror and swallowed the glass and died." Song Xueyi recalled that scene, and still can't control her fearful hands and feet.

Suddenly, Song Xueyi's body was tense and stunned for a few seconds, and her temperament changed instantly, as if she had changed a person.

With a cold expression, Zhang Liang sat opposite, looking at the person opposite, and couldn't help but have the illusion that the temperature was dropping.

Yin and cold Song Xueyi said: "Do you want to hear the story? I have a story about an old man who washes clothes, and a story about the subway late at night, which one do you listen to? ”

"Little ...... Small...... Children make choices, and I don't listen to either. ”

Zhang Liang stared at the beads in a creepy eye.

The cold Song Xueyi stood up, turned around and walked into the bedroom, "I'll go change my clothes, change my clothes, and concentrate on telling you." Sit here and don't move, wait for my sister to come out and tell you a story! ”

The door was closed.

Zhang Liang looked around the hall and wanted to stand up and run, but his legs were weak and he couldn't stand up at all.

After more than ten minutes, the bedroom door opened.

The cold Song Xueyi shawled long hair to the waist, purple backless tight skirt, no stockings, no shoes, barefoot, standing at the door of the room with a lantern.

The lights in the courtyard of the main hermitage began to flicker, and suddenly all of a sudden they all went out.

Zhou Wei was dim, and only yellow-white lanterns were left in the room, emitting a faint light.

Blackout?

It's too coincidental to see this power outage!

Zhang Liang looked at the cold Song Xue Yi with two white and tender long legs, stepping on a cross step, carrying a dim lantern, and walked over step by step.

Thirty-six yards of feet.

Thirty-seven yards of foot turned into thirty-six?

The one who came out of the room was not Song Xueyi at all.

Zhang Liang's hair was numb, and his heart was pounding like a drum.

The terrifying sound of swallowing saliva, gurgling, and listening to it, I feel that my hairs stand on end.

Fake Song Xueyi sat down, "Then I'll tell the story of the old man who washes clothes first." There was an old man in Anyang Hutong, his son was very rich, but he was very unfilial, one day the old man washed clothes and fell to his death by the pool. The son buried him in a grand manner, set up a seven-day flowing water banquet in the hotel, and cried a lot during the funeral. After the funeral, the old man's son disliked the tablet as an eyesore, so he put the tablet back to the old house in Anyang Hutong. Since then, Anyang Hutong has not been peaceful. ”

"Also...... What else? ”

"In the entire Anyang Hutong, there are old people who die and filial sons and daughters. The white-haired people sent the black-haired people, and the white-haired old people cried so much that the lonely and widowed old people in Anyang Hutong got older and older, and they were sent to nursing homes one after another. Because of this, there are fewer and fewer people in Anyang Hutong, and only an old ghost washing clothes and a living corpse wandering the world remain. ”

"The funniest thing is that the living corpse didn't know that she was dead, and she didn't believe in evil! There are so many strange things about her, but she has found all kinds of seemingly reasonable explanations. For example, the spirit poison in others is used as a skin disease explanation. ”

Fake Song Xueyi looked at Zhang Liang, "The story is finished, I'll tell you a joke story." That living corpse is so stupid, why don't you laugh? Is it discriminating against my level of storytelling? ”

"This ...... This living corpse is stupid! ”

Zhang Liang was all overwhelmed, and he barely squeezed out a dry laugh with all his might.

Fake Song Xueyi said: "The second joke story, pay attention, this time it must be really funny." ”

"What if I can't laugh?" Zhang Liang's teeth chattered.

"I'm going to get angry and never tell you a story again. Then you'll tell me a story......"

Fake Song Xue told the story of the subway late at night.