Zhang Zhidong said: "I remember very clearly that I suddenly appeared under the building without any shoes, only a hospital gown, and the wind at night was very cold. I felt very cold at the time... and then there was

Several mysterious people stared at me, and I was so scared that I thought they were kidnappers and wanted to cut my waist."

"Mysterious man?" He Feng hurriedly wrote down this important news.

"Later I realized that those mysterious people were not kidnappers. One of them seemed to be their boss and wanted to make a deal with me. He asked me to sit on a red bench and after the incident was over, he would help me operate.

When the brain tumor was removed, I originally wanted to refuse, but I had no choice and was forced to sit on the red bench."

Zhang Zhidong paused for a moment when he said this.

"Uncle, what is a bench? Can you explain it in detail?" He Feng took this opportunity to ask.

"It's just a long stool made from a flat piece of wood. It was a relatively rare piece of furniture in my time." Zhang Zhidong gestured as he spoke.

As a reporter, He Feng was well-informed and had seen some old objects. He immediately started drawing quickly in the notebook according to Zhang Zhidong's description. In a short time, the bench was finished.

"Uncle, is this what you're talking about?" He handed over the sketch.

Zhang Zhidong took a look and nodded: "Yes, it's like this, but it's painted with red paint. I remember it was very bright, as if it was dripping blood."

"I was pushed forcefully onto the red bench by the mysterious man who headed it, and the moment I sat on it, I saw something that I will never forget in my life."

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "What is it?" He Feng asked.

Zhang Zhidong lowered his head slightly and said in a lowered voice: "Ghost."

ghost?

He Feng was stunned for a moment, then burst into ecstasy.

I have been investigating for so long, and today I actually met someone who actually saw a ghost.

"Is it really a ghost? If there is a ghost on that bench, why didn't you notice it before? Did the ghost do anything to you?" He Feng followed up with a series of questions.

Zhang Zhidong said to himself: "I couldn't understand that scene, because there was nothing on the red stool before, but when I sat on it, the ghost also appeared on the stool."

"Although it was night, I could see clearly that the ghost had no legs and seemed to be growing together with the red bench. Moreover, the ghost wanted to kill me."

"But at that time, I was only afraid. I couldn't move my body and couldn't leave the wooden bench."

"The mysterious man didn't know what he did at that time. The ghost didn't kill me in the end. But not long after I sat on that bench, I was pulled up. Strangely enough, as soon as I got off the red wooden bench

, the ghost disappeared, and the wooden bench was empty with nothing."

He Feng suppressed his excitement while listening and quickly wrote down some of his thoughts while recording.

There is a ghost on the red bench, which can only be seen after sitting down.

The ghost wanted to kill Zhang Zhidong, but the mysterious man used some means to stop him.

...

"In this way, I completed the transaction with the mysterious man inexplicably. He took away the red wooden bench and left quickly with several other mysterious men. But after a few seconds, he mysteriously disappeared.

The mysterious man appeared again and said he would help me complete the operation."

Zhang Zhidong gestured as he spoke, then stretched out his hand to stab He Feng in the forehead: "Just like this, the mysterious man stretched out a dark hand and went directly through my head, removing all the things in my head.

The tumor was removed."

He Feng covered his head, then rubbed it, and then said: "Is it so magical? It sounds like an ancient fairy tale."

"The reality is stranger than the story." Zhang Zhidong snorted: "Without that person's surgery, I would have died a long time ago, and there is no way I could have survived."

"By the way, uncle, do you remember that person's appearance?" He Feng asked again.

Zhang Zhidong shook his head: "I don't remember, but I remember that person's name. After the operation was completed, I realized that those people had no ill intentions towards me, so I mustered up the courage to ask more. Although the person looked cold,

But he is a very nice person and responded to me proactively."

"He said his name was...Yang Jian."

"Yang Jian?" He Feng quickly wrote down the name. This was another important clue.

"Uncle, who do you think this person named Yang Jian is? From your description, they seem to have extraordinary magical abilities."

Zhang Zhidong said: "At that time, there were ghosts everywhere, so naturally there were people who fought against the ghosts. Later, when the ghosts became more serious, I got some information. These special people were called ghost controllers."

"Ghost controller? It sounds like a special profession, similar to the exorcists and exorcists in film and television works." He Feng said.

Zhang Zhidong ignored it and just sighed: "Unfortunately, since then, I have never seen that Yang Jian, nor have I encountered a ghost again. Now even if I say it, no one will believe me. If it weren't for me,

I still have the cases from that year, and I even wonder if there is something wrong with my brain and I am hallucinating."

"But it doesn't matter anymore. Being alive is better than anything else."

"Young man, I've finished telling my story. Do you have anything else to interview?"

He Feng said: "No, thank you for your cooperation. I didn't expect to hear such a bizarre story today. By the way, uncle, can I see your medical records back then?"

"No problem, I'll take you to get it." Zhang Zhidong said.

He Feng immediately got up and pushed the wheelchair.

Zhang Zhidong took the young reporter to his room, and then handed him the case that had been gathering dust for a long time: "It's useless for me to keep this thing. I'm giving it to you. I don't know if it counts as evidence."

When He Feng heard this, he immediately thanked him repeatedly. He solemnly put the case away and went back to study it slowly.

"By the way, what's wrong with your leg? I know a few good doctors who may be able to help you." He then asked with concern.

"You have a good heart, but my legs cannot be cured by doctors." Zhang Zhidong shook his head, then pulled up his pants to expose his legs.

He Feng took one look and immediately narrowed his eyes.

What kind of legs were they? They were thin, shriveled, and twisted. It was hard to believe that they were the legs of a living person.

"I have been lame in my legs very early. I guess it was the hidden danger left by sitting on the red bench. At that time, many people said that ghosts are very scary, and people who come into contact with supernatural beings will become unlucky. I think

This sentence is correct, young man, if you want to trace the traces of the evil ghost, I advise you to be careful and don’t lose your life in confusion."

Zhang Zhidong put down his pants again, covering his terrible legs.
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