When dealing with mentally ill people, the first rule is to avoid provoking them as much as possible.

At Jiang Wuji's insistence, Zhang Qiliang looked at Su Xiaorui on the side and said, "Miss Su, I hope no fourth person knows about this matter." ”

Su Xiaorui bit her red lip lightly and nodded: "Well, don't worry, Doctor Zhang, the washed ......"

The corners of Zhang Qiliang's mouth twitched: "......"

"Don't you just wear a red hijab, as for it?"

Jiang Wuji took back the red cover from Dr. Zhang's hand, and when the latter was just relieved, he put it directly on the other party's head.

Auntie: "Don't ......"

Dr. Zhang: "......"

"How's it going, Dr. Zhang, do you see anything?" Jiang Wujian couldn't wait to ask.

Because of the dead smoking man, Jiang Wujian realized that he might not have completely gotten rid of the small-footed female corpse.

Zhang Qiliang happened to be there, so it couldn't be better.

Zhang Qiliang, who was wearing a red hijab, looked around and did not speak.

He may be observing, or he may be thinking about life......

And at this very moment.

"Tuk-tuk."

"Squeak-"

A young nurse walked in.

She's just here to do rounds, she's really just here to do rounds.

When she saw the scene in the hospital room, her worldview seemed to ...... Shattered.

The head nurse seems to say, this is a psychiatrist, right?

Why is he wearing a pair of red panties on his head?

Or lace trimming......

Oh yes, this patient has a history of mental illness.

Is this how to communicate with the mentally ill? Loved, loved......

"Sorry for the interruption, I'll come back later."

The little nurse closed the door and ran away.

Zhang Qiliang, who took off his red hijab, looked loveless, and at this moment, he felt that his career had encountered an unprecedented Waterloo.

How could I listen to a mentally ill person? He asked himself repeatedly, but in the end he could only get one answer.

I am an excellent psychiatrist.

"Dr. Zhang, how's it going? See a ghost? Jiang Wujian asked.

"The ......"

Doctor Zhang handed the red hijab back to Jiang Wuji, and said, "I have a general understanding of your situation, Miss Su, let's contact by phone, I still have something to do, so I'll leave first." ”

"Ah, then, I'll send you." Auntie said.

Dr. Zhang: "Miss Su stays, it's nothing, it's all what I should do." ”

Seeing Dr. Zhang's reaction, Jiang Wujian also understood.

He didn't see the corpse of the Littlefoot Woman......

So now, I'm definitely being treated like a psychopath again.

Jiang Wuji put away the red hijab, feeling helpless and headache at the same time.

If only he could see the corpse of the small-footed woman, then it would be impossible to prove that he was not sick through the red hijab.

This makes things even more troublesome......

After Dr. Zhang left, the aunt returned to the bedside and stopped talking.

Seeing Auntie's appearance, Jiang Wuji said: "Auntie is fine, my illness may come and go, I know that I will take medicine well." ”

The aunt let out a long sigh and said nothing in the end.

……

At night, Jiang Wujian tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, and his heart was even more indescribably mixed.

The small-footed female corpse calls me Jiang Lang...... Does that mean she doesn't want to hurt me?

No, if she didn't have malicious intent, why did she make her aunt's feet like that?

Is there anything you can say?

And the village chief also said that she attached herself to me in order to take away me.

In that case, there was no need for the village chief to continue making up stories to lie to me.

Small-footed Female Corpse ......

Looking at the aunt who was sleeping on the chair on the side, Jiang Wujian decided to take the initiative to find the female corpse with little feet again.

Since the matter is not resolved, it is useless to hide.

Instead of being scared, it is better to take the initiative to face it.

After making a decision, Jiang Wujian turned over and got out of bed, helped his aunt cover the blanket, and took the red hijab to the bathroom.

Jiang Wuji, who was sitting on the toilet, put the red cover on his head.

Through the red hijab, the light is dyed scarlet.

However, after waiting for a while, the corpse of the small-footed woman did not appear.

"No?"

"Why not?"

"Could it be that because I'm dead over there, I can't see her?"

"And how do you explain what happened this morning? I saw ......"

"? I guess I'm thinking too much! ”

"After all, the man who smoked...... It could also be the brother of the deceased! Isn't it normal for brothers to look similar? ”

"My brother died, I couldn't help it for a while, squatting at the door and smoking, it was reasonable......"

Jiang Wuji's mouth suddenly opened.

"It seems that I was too nervous, nervous, and scared myself......"

"It's okay, it's okay."

"I was going to talk about it, so I burned the jade with the corpse of the small-footed woman......"

Jiang Wuji put down the fruit knife in his hand.

At this moment, my aunt's voice suddenly came from outside the door.

"No disease, are you in there?"

"Ang, it's me, wait, I'll be fine right away."

Just when Jiang Wujian was about to take off the red hijab and open the door, he suddenly felt palpitations.

Immediately after, the red hijab seemed to come to life and tightly wrapped his head!

She's still there! She's still there!

Jiang Wuji opened his mouth and wanted to breathe, but this thin layer of red cloth completely blocked the air from the outside.

As the suffocation became more and more severe, Jiang Wujian saw the dots of Venus wandering around his eyes.

Eventually, it was dark, and all consciousness was gone......

……

……

"Woo woo woo ......"

"Brother, brother......"

In a daze, Jiang Wuji seemed to hear the voice of the small fish.

Then, he felt someone pushing him, shaking him back and forth.

When I opened my eyes, the first thing that caught my eye was Xiaoyu's pear blossom face with rain.

"Brother, you're awake, you're finally awake."

"Brother! Elder brother! Woowoo woo ......"

Xiao Yu buried his head in Jiang Wuji's chest and howled and cried.

Jiang Wujian swallowed his saliva, looking at the night sky where the stars were shifting, he was a little unacceptable for a while.

"Good Fellow......"

"None of this is dead?"