As the saying goes, if you haven't eaten pork, you've seen a pig run.

Zhu Wanqi and her mother are like this now, most people have seen it many times in some film and television works, either the ghost is on the upper body or the evil spirit, in short, it must be related to this kind of thing, Zhu Wanqi immediately turned pale with fright, and grabbed Zhao Zhu's shoulders tightly with both hands, right now, it seems that only Zhao Zhu, the new boyfriend who has not been around for a long time, can give her some sense of security and support.

However, she didn't know that Zhao Zhu wanted to leave here early at this time, he didn't want to care about this kind of thing, he asked Zhu Wanqi to come out just to meet his physical needs, not to get involved in this kind of supernatural event again, especially related to this hosta, that Li Fan in the group, such a terrible expert in raising ghosts and controlling ghosts was also killed directly in the hospital, how many catties and taels can he Zhao Zhu have to face this kind of thing?

However, Zhao Zhu's adaptability is still very fast, and he said directly to Zhu Wanqi:

"Auntie is sleepwalking, and may be mentally affected and stimulated, can't be woken up, otherwise there may be a big problem, let's go out first, call 120 outside, and wait for the professional ambulance personnel to come."

Although Zhu Wanqi is a nurse, but Zhao Zhu is a high-level doctor, at this time Zhao Zhu spoke, she was already uncontrollable, so she could only nod, and the two of them gently stepped back together, intending to leave the room.

However, at this moment, Zhu Wanqi's mother suddenly turned around with a rakshasa step, pinched the orchid in her hand, pointed in the direction of Zhao Zhu and Zhu Wanqi, and sang in a dramatic chanting style:

"Bah, where to run!"

As soon as the words fell, Zhao Zhu only felt a chill straight into the bone marrow, as if the whole person had fallen into the ice cellar at once, and Zhu Wanqi was even more unbearable, the whole person was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground, this is a kind of momentum, but also a kind of psychological oppression, Zhao Zhu is a psychiatrist, and his psychological defense is stronger than that of ordinary people, plus he has encountered more of this kind of thing recently, and he has some resistance, so he can still stand, otherwise it is estimated that it will be a reaction with Zhu Wanqi if he is replaced by others.

Zhu Wanqi's mother walked here step by step, as if this was the stage, and she was a famous character, showing her style in front of many high-rollers, but her figure, which had obviously been fat, did not match this posture.

Zhao Zhu took a deep breath, and regardless of Zhu Wanqi, who was paralyzed on the ground, he still forcibly took a step, rushed out of the room, ran to the flower garden outside the house, and then ran out of the gate directly in one go, and at the same time picked up his mobile phone and dialed 110.

The phone was quickly connected, and when Zhao Zhu put the phone to his ear, it was not the voice of the police officer who answered the phone from the other end of the phone, but a series of high-pitched tones:

"Childe, where are you going!"

Zhao Zhu's face immediately sank, and then looked at Zhu Wanqi's home, and found that in the floor-to-ceiling window, Zhu Wanqi's mother was standing in front of the window, looking at her coldly.

On her head, she was still wearing the green hosta, the green light, which made Zhao Zhu's eyes a little dizzy, and the whole person held on for a while, and finally slowly outside the gate helplessly, bent her knees, and then fell to the ground.

……

"Childe, wake up, wake up, wake up."

Zhao Zhu opened his eyes shakingly, and found that the surroundings were very dim, only lit by candles, and the visibility was naturally not very high, and Zhao Zhu found himself lying on a high wooden bed, with pale pink bead curtains scattered on the side of the bed, and he was wearing only a few clothes, and a woman with a good figure was sitting on his lap, her hands kept groping on her chest.

"Here it is...... Where? ”

Zhao Zhu couldn't help but ask.

"Hmph, childe, you hurt the heart of the slave family too much, the slave family pushed away all today's entertainment for you, isn't it just a little late, you yourself fell asleep first, and you forgot where you are, is it true that the slave family is no different from the woman in Willow Lane of Flower Street who sleeps on weekdays in your eyes?"

muttered complaining words, but the woman had no time at hand, her jade fingers kept kneading and caressing Zhao Zhu's chest, and at the same time, the smooth skin on her lower abdomen stuck to Zhao Zhu's lower body, and the woman had a faint body fragrance, which was very able to arouse people's desires.

However, where did Zhao Zhu have the heart to do such a thing at this time?

Indeed, this was the purpose of his previous search for Zhu Wanqi, but now that things have developed beyond his control, sliding in an unpredictable direction, at this time, if Zhao Zhu is really interested in having an inexplicable love here, it is estimated that this can no longer be described as calm, it can only be described as being kicked by a donkey.

"Get out of the way, tell me, where is this?"

Zhao Zhu pushed the woman away and asked.

"Childe, what's wrong with you today, this is Cuixiang Building, I'm Begonia." The woman replied in a tone of resentment.

"Cuixiang Building?" Zhao Zhu had a feeling of ridicule, he immediately staggered out of bed, feeling that his legs were a little weak, but he still came to the door of the room and pushed the door open:

Here, it is a huge circular building, there are about five floors, each floor, there are many rooms, there are many grease and whitewashed women shuttling in it, there are many prostitutes in it to have fun, downstairs there are dozens of tables of guests eating and chatting, there is a powder head sitting in his arms, and all of them are dressed in ancient services, and up and down prostitutes and prostitutes ~ women plus running halls and old ~ bustards, it is estimated that there are no less than 500 people, even if they make movies, it is impossible to make such a big pomp.

"Damn it, did I enter the world of horror missions ahead of schedule?"

Zhao Zhu scolded in his mouth, and at the same time subconsciously touched his mobile phone, but found that he was now wearing a purple pants and a gown on his body, and he didn't even have a pocket, where to touch his mobile phone, at the same time, Zhao Zhu suddenly realized something, rushed into the room again, picked up the candle in the room and put it on the dresser, and looked at the bronze mirror on the dresser.

This is a very handsome face, and even there is an evil aura in the handsome, Zhao Zhu himself is very handsome, but the problem now is that the face in this mirror is not him Zhao Zhu!

"Childe, what's wrong with you?" Haitang walked to Zhao Zhu's side, but she didn't dare to approach, obviously, she also found that this son was also her regular customer, and it was unusual today.

Zhao Zhu frowned, he can generally determine two things now, first, he should not be in the mission world, and second, he may be in other people's memories, and he has also taken on the role of this role, or has been forcibly assigned to this role.

This kind of manual psychology treatment has been recorded, but there are not many psychological experts in the world who can do this, and, judging from Zhao Zhu's current situation, whether it is the precise pattern of the dresser or the people up and down the Cuixiang building outside, it is so "lifelike" and so real!

The difficulty and level of the construction of this kind of consciousness world, Zhao Zhu can be sure that no hypnotist in the real society can do this, just like the higher the resolution of the picture, the larger the space, such a fine and large pomp structure, ordinary people's brains will definitely not be able to complete, even with the help of computers, it is almost impossible to create such a level of world in the virtual.

Zhao Zhu had an impulse at this time, looking at the fire candle in front of him, he really wanted to set this building on fire, burn and bury all these messy memories, but he also knew that if he did this, along with the buried, as well as him Zhao Zhu himself, he was lucky, he would not die, but his body would directly become an unconscious vegetative person, and if he was unlucky, it was possible to whine and lament directly.

At this moment, there was a commotion downstairs, and gongs and drums rang out in unison.

"What's wrong?"

"It's the Oiran on stage, Childe, are you going to see it?" When Begonia spoke, her mouth couldn't help but be sour, obviously, Oiran is the most popular and jealous of her peers in the prostitute ~ female industry.