2 Crazy Youth
Standing in front of the huge villa, I looked at the fat man next to me, "This is it?" Would this kind of rich man still believe in these god-like things? β
The fat man said with a smile: "You don't understand, it's because they have money that they believe, I have seen more rich people, and one by one they are terrified when they encounter a little wind and grass, for fear that one day they will be taken away by ghosts, who knows if they have done something wrong?" β
"Let's go. Pen Γ fun Γ Pavilion www. ο½ο½ο½ο½ο½ο½ γ info" I said. The twenty-minute bus ride is really not in vain, this private villa outside the city looks really magnificent, I have never seen such a gorgeous building, there is a grass, there is a swimming pool, almost exactly like the house of the male protagonist in the idol drama.
Walking into the yard, through the path, a middle-aged man who looks like a housekeeper stood in front of the small door, and the fat man told me on the bus before he came, this family did not let us enter through the main entrance, so we had to take the side door, which was the same size as the ordinary house.
The housekeeper asked politely, "May I ask if Your Excellency is Mr. Wang Fenglei Wang?" β
The fat man nodded, "So who is this?" The butler looked at me.
"Companion, come with me to remove the spirit." The fat man said.
I nodded, he smiled, opened the door, flashed to the door, and bowed slightly, "Please come in, the young master is in the living room." β
The fat man and I walked into this luxurious villa like this, the corridor was full of a classical atmosphere, the murals on the walls, the patterns on the soft carpets, the dark tone was calm, I think the owner of this villa should not be a nouveau riche, but a real person who has succeeded through struggle, otherwise it is impossible to have such taste.
Turning a corner, I saw a wooden door about the size of a residential building, the door was hidden, and the butler next to me said, "That's the living room, please come in." β
The fat man walked a little faster than me, and pushed the door into the parlor first, and I entered later, however, to my surprise, as soon as I entered the door, the door automatically locked, and a total of six people on both sides surrounded me with bad intentions, they were dressed in black, with a cold face, and I even saw one of them carrying a pistol at his waist.
A young man in black in his twenties was leaning on a leather sofa, looking at a book with relish, as if he didn't care about the arrival of me and the fat man.
What's the situation? I didn't panic, and the fat man obviously did the same, and he asked directly at the young man, "What do you mean?" We are only here to remove spirits. β
The young man slowly straightened up, closed the book, and turned his head, and I noticed that his skin was very white, not a healthy complexion, but a sickly paleness, and he said in an almost indifferent tone: "Two liars, how much did you charge my father?" Now is the time for you to pay the price. β
He thinks we're liars? I listened to the fat man on the bus about this commission, and a middle-aged man detailed in a tone of extreme fear how horrible his villa was at night - something would walk in his house at night, the sound of footsteps, the sound of crashing into things, even on the ceiling, the sound of crashing under the bed, and... The whisper that frightened him the most.
I said calmly: "If your father didn't lie to us and didn't make fun of us, I think you should believe that some strange things have happened in this house, although it is not a so-called ghost, but there may be some other hidden dangers, our work is essentially to solve the client's troubles, and the removal of spirits is only one of them." β
I don't plan to fight hard with this young man who looks a little abnormal, those six people are obviously not easy to deal with, although the fat man is very good at dealing with ghosts, but he can't do anything about people, I'm the same as him, for ordinary people, we are just ordinary people.
Unless I use that bokeh that is only three seconds, which won't make much use.
The young man tilted his head and laughed, "Do you mean that my father spent 100,000 yuan to invite you to clean the house?" Then I'm sorry. Speaking of this, he turned his head over, his face suddenly turned cold, and continued: "Then pay a price, I hate liars the most, and it just so happens that you sent them to the door..."
The fat man also laughed and said, "Okay, so what are you going to do?" Beat us up? It's really naΓ―ve, have you thought about it, what if your father is right? β
"What if, really, those things?"
"Enough! Shut up! The young man suddenly roared like a madman, and then said with a hideous face: "Hit, beat hard, beat them until they are crippled!" And then turn them all! Finally, it was chopped into minced meat and fed to the dogs! β
I got goosebumps all over my body, is he crazy? The fat man was already a little overwhelmed, and I was also extremely shocked, this person's mind was definitely not sober, why was he so crazy? What is certain is that the fat man's words just now stimulated him, it was. The last sentence?
Seeing those six men slowly walking towards us, I knew that I couldn't delay any longer, and the best thing for such a madman was to pull him out of his crazy fantasies with facts!
"Are you still deluding yourself? If you don't believe it, if you're not afraid, why should you be angry? It's not that you're scared, you're cowardly, but you can't find a way to deal with those things, so you vent your fear on us? So, are you really sure we can't help you? β
"You beat us to death today, and tomorrow, you may die ten times worse than we do! Trust me, you wouldn't want to die like that. β
He frantically frantically plucked his hair, "Hahaha, how is it possible, I won't believe your nonsense, how can there be so many ghosts in the world!" β
Syllable.
He slapped himself, his crazy demeanor suddenly calmed down, even colder than at the beginning, snap, snap, snap, he then slapped himself three times, one louder than the other, each heavier than the other, he muttered to himself: "I, how could I use this word, impossible, absolutely impossible!" β
"How can there be ghosts in this world?"
I saw that there seemed to be a turnaround, and somehow, he started to doubt himself! I didn't think about why he suddenly began to doubt himself, and immediately hit the railroad while it was hot: "How can you be sure that there are no ghosts?" You know the weird stuff in this villa, right? How do you explain it scientifically? Don't fool yourself anymore, you already believe in your heart that this place is haunted, so why can't you trust us, let's give it a try, and we may save you and your father, and everyone here. β
The fat man also said cleverly: "That's right, how can you be sure that there isn't?" Besides, your family has a big business, but you don't care about the 100,000 yuan at all, right? You just want to vent, but if you let yourself fall into death just because of this venting, don't you think it's too much of a loss? β
At this time, the six people slowly stopped, turned their heads to look at the young man, as if waiting for the next order, they had completely surrounded me and the fat man.
The young man was obviously caught in a contradiction, and after a long while, he reluctantly said, "All retreat." β
It worked! Sure enough, he has relatives in his heart, and he definitely has a ghost in his heart! I wonder what he has to do with the haunting? Why is he so repulsive to us soul slayers? Rejection to the point of killing people when he provokes him?
What's more, he slapped himself four times at the mention of ghosts, which I can only understand that he didn't want to listen to at all, didn't want to see, and didn't want to say this word, which is enough to prove how scared he was, it seems that it was not me and the fat man who persuaded this young man, but this young man himself wanted to open it.
Such a madman, the persuasion of others is only an auxiliary, it still depends on how he thinks about it, obviously, he now believes in us for the time being, and this is good, he has escaped a catastrophe.
I glanced at the rest of his life on the top of his head, and I hadn't looked closely since then, and his remaining life was... Trimester?
He has three more months to live? Is there a terminal illness? I guessed that it was not unfounded speculation, and that his unusually pale complexion was proof of that.
Prove that there is something wrong with his body,
So I said, "Okay, just calm down, don't you don't believe that we can get rid of spirits?" His ability can only be on ghosts, you can't experience it for the time being, but mine can. β
"What?" He's still a little irritable, and he doesn't seem to trust us to a great extent, or only a little, but that's enough.
I smiled and said, "I can know how long you can live, but let me know first, I don't mean to curse anyone to die." β
His eyes widened sharply, he looked at me, and said, "Really? So how long can I live? β
A hint of anticipation? I can see that this is a good opportunity to build trust.
"Three months, ninety-three days to be exact."
He laughed miserably, "It's accurate, the doctor said the same, but he only knew it with an instrument, but you can see it directly, but this doesn't mean how accurate you are, you look at the lifespan of those six people, and then tell me." β
I turned my head to look at the sides, and my eyes swept over one person, and a number came out of my mouth, and after all six people had gone through it, the young man showed for the first time a demeanor that represented positive feelings.
Yes, gladly.
He said excitedly: "That's right, it's all right!" Three of them are dead soldiers trained by our family, because of overdraft, they will not live to be forty-five years old, and two of them are good fighters in the underground boxing world, strong and strong, but they have fallen into a lot of diseases, and they will not live to be fifty years old, and only one person has a normal lifespan, because he is from the special forces, he should be able to live to seventy or eighty, you are right! β
I nodded, no wonder those five people could live so much, so it was, I was quite puzzled when I saw it just now.
The fat man interjected: "Believe us now, if you are still skeptical, you can wait until the evening, and when that strange phenomenon appears again, see the difference between me and me!" β
"I don't have any other specialties, but I am full of blood and energy, and ghosts dare not come close to me." The fat man grinned and did not directly state his abilities.
As if grasping a life-saving straw, the young man beckoned us to sit down with an attitude that was a hundred times more enthusiastic than before, and instructed the butler outside the door to get some desserts.