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When Lao Zhou heard me ask like this, he immediately became vigilant, and said in an unkind tone:

"Are you fucking in trouble again?"

I sighed helplessly and told Luo Xin honestly.

This time, Lao Zhou did not scold me, but was silent for a long time.

After a full two minutes, he let out a long sigh and said:

"Alas, forget it, this is your life, and you can't hide from it. To put it simply, the so-called mental problems caused by excessive fright are actually caused by the lack of soul, as the saying goes, it is the loss of soul. But according to what you said, that little girl's soul must have been detained, and it may not be easy to get it back. ”

I was a little anxious, and quickly said:

"So what to do? Why don't you come over? ”

Lao Zhou thought for a while and said:

"I can't go for the time being, you can try it yourself, don't you know some ways to conjure spirits? If the other party has no malicious intent, it should be successful. ”

I quickly answered:

"What if there is malice?"

"Then it's up to your luck."

With that, he hung up the phone.

"Grass!"

I angrily threw my phone on the table and glanced at Luo Xin, who was beside me with a blank face, not knowing how to deal with this matter.

waited until it was dark, and did not wait for news from Luo Xin's mother.

At about eight o'clock in the evening, she sent me a text message, the content was very simple, she still wanted to send Luo Xin to a mental hospital.

Speechless.

My reaction was speechless.

What the fuck does this have to do with me? It's not my daughter, and it's not my fucking daughter-in-law!

At that time, I really wanted to do what they wanted, and send this child to a mental hospital!

But when he turned around and looked at that cute little face, he couldn't be ruthless no matter what.

Confusion and helplessness were my truest feelings at that time.

There is also a sense of anger.

Anger for all things!

But what do I do?

What can I do?

As night fell, I dragged Luo Xin aimlessly down the street.

I wanted to take her to the ghost town again, but I didn't know what to do when I got back.

Lao Zhou's mobile phone was turned off, it seems that this time, whether it is really helpless or deliberate, he will let me face and solve this matter alone.

When I opened the house, I once again gained the disdainful eyes of women and the envious eyes of men.

Luo Xin's spirit seemed to enter a state of excitement after the sun went down, walking around the room constantly, pushing me from time to time, but there was no attack.

After eleven o'clock, Luo Xin gradually quieted down, and I turned on the computer and prepared the code words.

However, I still habitually logged in to QQ.

The avatar flashed, and someone left me a message.

The moment I clicked on it, the mouse in my hand almost fell to the ground.

It was a picture of a woman who had hanged herself.

It was supposed to be in an old-fashioned house with ropes tied to the beams.

The woman wore a water-pink cheongsam, and blood dripped down her tongue.

The objects in the background look at least 100 years old. However, the photos are in color!

Before I knew it, my spirit was completely captivated by that image.

A feeling of dizziness hit, and the head felt like it was sinking more and more, heavier and heavier.

Suddenly, there was a trance, and the surrounding environment instantly darkened.

I found myself standing in a dilapidated yard with a withered date tree next to me.

It seems that it has not been inhabited for a long time, and the rotting fallen leaves have accumulated a thick layer on the ground, which is soft and sticky when stepped on, and will slip if you are not careful.

I'm sure I've never been here, but I have a vague sense of familiarity.

The windows were already in tatters, and a few pieces of torn window paper were still sticking to them, and the breeze was blowing and moving lightly.

The head was still a little dizzy, but the body was a little involuntarily walked to a room in the middle of the room.

Something, it seems, has been calling me.

He reached out to push the door, but as soon as his fingertips touched the crumbling door, it suddenly "creaked" open.

The dust fell "fluttering", and I choked and coughed.

After waiting a while, when the dust had almost dispersed, I stepped into the room.

Directly facing the door, there is a square table, next to which are two chairs, antique, and a landscape painting hangs on the wall.

I wasn't in the mood to admire the furnishings in the room, so I headed straight for the inner room.

As soon as I turned the screen, a breeze blew in front of me, and the dust blinded my eyes.

I vaguely saw that there seemed to be a white thing hanging in the air in front of me, but before I could see clearly, a voice suddenly sounded in my ears:

"You're here?"

"Who?!"

I jerked my head back, and there was not even a shadow.

The moment I turned back, I saw the white thing clearly.

It turned out to be a hanged female corpse!

That's the picture I saw on my computer!

His face was blue, his eyes were bulging, and his tongue was hanging down at the edge of his mouth.

The weirdest thing is that her tongue is still dripping blood!

And that face has long shrunk and shriveled.

"Click, click, click,"

The blood of the female corpse fell to the ground drop by drop, making a dull soft sound, not loud, but it seemed to hit my heart.

The blood in the whole body almost coagulated at that moment.

The brain is blank, the mouth is dry, and the legs are weak.

I didn't sit on the ground on the spot, I had exhausted all my strength.

That real fear has never been there.

At that time, my nerves were stretched to the limit, and even the slightest sound would have caused me to collapse on the spot.

But after that moment, I suddenly relaxed.

Because I suddenly realized something.

What am I afraid of? Why be afraid?

I've been through so many things, and even though I've never had the same experience with the scene in front of me, it's just an illusion.

I know that if I don't keep reminding myself that this is an illusion, there will be this news in the newspaper tomorrow:

"A man and a 15-year-old girl were open, and died suddenly in front of the computer in the early morning, looking frightened, and the specific cause is under investigation.

Lao Zhou once said that if people are deeply trapped in hallucinations, and the brain fully recognizes them as real events, then you are dead in hallucinations, and you are really dead in reality.

Just like the experiment done abroad:

The condemned prisoner was placed on a bed, his arm was fixed through a hole, and a stab was made on his wrist, but the wound was not deep, let alone fatal. But he kept hearing the sound of blood dripping, and two hours later, he died.

Originally, I was completely trapped in it, completely unaware of the hallucination.

But just when the spirit was about to collapse, the clarity in his mind suddenly returned.

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