Sister Zhou didn't speak, and I was really embarrassed to ask her. This kind of very private thing, sometimes just click on it. Because from Sister Zhou's words, I can feel that the reason why she feels that her husband has suddenly become very powerful in that aspect proves that before that, Mr. Zhang was actually not very good. So I thought of the smell of Chinese medicine I smelled when I entered the house, so I asked Sister Zhou, is there anyone in your family who was sick before this, why is there a smell of boiling medicinal soup at home? Sister Zhou said that it is not enough to say that he is sick, it is Mr. Zhang who went home one day before, twisting some Chinese medicine in his hand, saying that this is a tonic, so that Sister Zhou will boil it for him to drink if he has nothing to do. Moreover, traditional Chinese medicine has low side effects, so it is regarded as health care, and it is not a very strong medicinal material.

I asked Sister Zhou, can I take a look at the medicinal herbs that Mr. Zhang brought back? It's not going to be all over. Sister Zhou said, there are a lot left, I'll take you to see it on the balcony. So we stood up and followed Sister Zhou to the balcony. The shape of the balcony is not very regular, and there is a bookcase-like cabinet against the wall on the wider side, on which a lot of miscellaneous things are placed, such as duct tape, waste newspapers, mooncake boxes, etc. On one side of the cabinet and outside the balcony railing is the chassis of the air conditioner, and on the top of the case, there are some pumpkin seeds and a few packets of Chinese medicine that are being dried with open seals.

My research on Chinese medicine is very shallow, just because the master is from Yunnan, and sometimes he often takes us to the mountains to solve the problems of some poor people. The climate in Yunnan is relatively humid and hot, especially in summer, and there are many wild animals, snakes and insects in the mountains, so the master will often teach me to identify some basic medicinal materials. Yunnan is the origin of Yunnan medicine, so the herbs are relatively rich and complete. I opened the pockets full of herbs and made a closer look. There are golden cherry seeds, wolfberry, deer antler velvet, red dates, seahorses, cinnamon, Morinda and so on, these are indeed nourishing and moisturizing, and each flavor of medicinal materials is very widely used, such as golden cherry seeds, it has the effect of treating neurasthenia and nourishing qi, and deer antler seahorses These can be regarded as relatively valuable medicinal materials, all of which are tonics, and after looking at them for a while, I suddenly found that these medicinal materials have a common medicinal property, that is, tonifying the kidney and strengthening yang.

So I understood that the "unforgettable incident" that Sister Zhou was ashamed to talk about must be directly related to Mr. Zhang's drinking of the medicinal soup made from these medicinal herbs. But taking medicine or supplements, how can you put a good man on the top of a big man and eat a female ghost? So I asked Sister Zhou, did the two of you do those memorable things during the period between when your husband became memorable for you and before his temperament changed drastically? Sister Zhou said that she had always been very satisfied with her husband's changes and looked forward to it every day, but since her husband began to appear in those feminine forms, she has never touched herself again. I asked Sister Zhou, has he been taking medicinal soup during this period? Sister Zhou said that she had been eating it before, but she didn't eat it after she became a mother, and then I brought him a soup of medicine, and he covered his nose and said that he was disgusted and didn't drink it, so he had no choice but to pour it out. After speaking, Sister Zhou pointed to the remaining medicinal materials on the air-conditioning chassis and said, Look, there are so many left, it is not lost or kept, I don't know what to do.

We retreated into the house, and I began to search with the compass, but to my surprise, the whole room was clean and there was no supernatural reaction. So I told Hu Zongren what I saw, and Hu Zongren said that sometimes the ghost can only find the reaction in the person who is on the body, after all, it is the ghost who borrows the body to move and touch other objects, it is Mr. Zhang himself, of course there is no reaction. Hu Zongren said again, but if you want to know if Mr. Zhang is really a ghost, you have to agree to let you check him, otherwise you can only use brute force, but I can't be sure that I can beat that ghost, and I'm most afraid of a female ghost.

Hu Zongren is right, not only he is afraid, but I am also afraid. The fierce ones we encountered before were basically female ghosts. I don't understand why female ghosts are always more powerful than male ghosts, maybe it's because women are more likely to think about some things. So I said to Sister Zhou, if not, let's go in and see your husband now, has he done anything offensive after he became like this? For example, hitting you, yelling at you, etc. Sister Zhou said that this is not true, her husband's temper was not very good, but after becoming like this, he was quite gentle to himself, but suddenly he changed a person, and he was afraid not to say anything, and he felt very awkward.

We stood up again and walked towards Mr. Zhang's room, and when we walked to the door, Sister Zhou whispered to us, "Don't talk when you go in, let me talk to him for a while, I'm afraid that he won't know you and won't cooperate." So I understand, until now, Sister Zhou didn't believe that her husband was a ghost, but since this case was transferred to us by Xuanyuan, the result must be doomed. After Sister Zhou finished speaking, she gently twisted the door of the room, and after slowly pushing it open, I was startled.

The door was pitch black, and the curtains were closed, but the curtains were not completely blackout, and a little light could be faintly seen. The door opened from the outside to the inside, so when the door was only a foot away, I couldn't see anything in the room at all. But when the door opened a little more, I saw a man standing less than a foot from the door, standing straight, with his hands hanging down at his lap and his feet together, his expressionless face and wide eyes, looking at us from the door.

This really scared me, I couldn't help but step back behind me, and stepped on Hu Zongren's foot without noticing, and I began to habitually reach into my bag, planning that if this guy got one step closer, I would throw the grave soil in his face. Obviously, Mr. Zhang's move scared Sister Zhou too, I mean, really jumped. She clutched her chest and said to Mr. Zhang, husband, what is the matter with you, standing here silently, what a black man...

Negro means scary in Sichuan dialect.

When the door opened, the light in the hallway shone in, so I could see Mr. Zhang more closely. His cheekbones are a little high, and his skin still looks rough, because this kind of business man is difficult to develop the habit of maintenance. But what makes me feel weird is that, as Sister Zhou said, Mr. Zhang is wearing makeup. His lips were painted bright red, and his face was covered with some white powder. His eyes were not big, but he had eyeliner drawn up and down, and it was quite uneven, and it looked very strange, and there were some small red dots on his lips and chin, but he didn't know what they were. Mr. Zhang was wearing pajamas, and only one of his two feet was wearing socks, which were still worn backwards from the bottom. In short, any normal person will definitely have three words popping up in his mind when he sees Mr. Zhang's respectful face: abnormal. For me, Mr. Zhang is not only abnormal, but also weird.

Mr. Zhang said in a voice mixed with a false voice and a strange yin and yang atmosphere, I'm going to relieve myself. There was a pause in the middle, but his eyes kept looking at me and Hu Zongren, if he didn't have this expression on weekdays, he must have been wary of me and Hu Zongren. He tiptoed past me and Hu Zongren, and I smelled the scent of cosmetics. From the moment he walked out, I knew that he was 100% a ghost. I even omitted the part of letting Hu Zongren catch him and I used the compass to measure it, because most of the people who are on the ghost body also have one thing in common, that is, they must be walking on tiptoe. This is a common criterion, and if you add in the fact that this person has become weird lately, that's basically what it is.

Mr. Zhang went straight into the toilet and closed the door. I asked Sister Zhou, what were those red dots on his mouth? Is it fashionable for women to wear makeup like this now? Sister Zhou told me, what kind of makeup is that, it is the blood scar left by himself who used tweezers to pull out his beard! Did I say that Mr. Zhang didn't use a razor or anything before? Sister Zhou said that he wanted to use it, the first time I saw him pull it out with tweezers, I also told him to use a razor, but he refused to listen, and his beard grew fast, basically he had to pull it out once a day, and he couldn't stop it, which became a blood scar. It hurts just for me to think about it, and while I was talking, Mr. Zhang came out of the bathroom and asked Sister Zhou in a weird way, who are the two of them.

Sister Zhou hurriedly said, these two are my friends, I heard that you recently got some Chinese medicine, which is very useful, let's see what kind of medicine it is, and they will also go to catch the medicine. Hu Zongren and I glanced at each other, thinking that although the eldest sister was lying to fool Mr. Zhang this week, but in this way, Hu Zongren and I were directly compared to rookies, this feeling was still very unpleasant.

Mr. Zhang didn't seem to hear Sister Zhou's words, and he continued to say in that very weird tone, I don't like them, let them go quickly. This sentence was quite calm, but before Sister Zhou could answer him, he said again: I don't like them, let them go quickly! This time the tone was aggravated, and then the sentence was repeated again and again, and the tone became stronger and stronger, and we knew that this was because "it" might have noticed that Hu Zongren and I were here to clean it up, Hu Zongren leaned into my ear and said, read it over and over again, is he a repeater?

Mr. Zhang continued to howl louder and louder, and when he reached the end, he was already a complete male voice. And began to grab the hair around his ears with both hands and pull it upwards vigorously, and it looked like the corners of his eyes were pulled up a lot, like a fox (offended). Then he suddenly sat on the ground, and his legs began to kick desperately, Hu Zongren and I both felt that if we continued to roar like this, we might destroy Mr. Zhang's original body, not to mention, but also force the thing in the body to be anxious.

So I reached out to hold Mr. Zhang's legs, but he kicked on the bridge of my nose with a strong kick, and the kick was quite hard, I only felt that my eyes were white and black, and then the tears could not stop flowing down completely. Not only tears, but also nosebleeds, and after Mr. Zhang broke free, he ran directly to the balcony. I said to Hu Zongren, you don't care about me, you follow up, Hu Zongren and Sister Zhou both ran to the balcony, I rested, thinking that I really can't bear you with my straight nose, I felt out the toilet paper and plugged my nose, and then followed to the balcony.

When I got to the balcony, I found that Mr. Zhang was leaning on the railing, looking very charming, as if he didn't remember the kick just now, he reached out and took out something from the Chinese medicine pocket, and then stuffed it into his mouth, chewing very happily.

That's a red date.