We returned to the house and I started searching with the compass. To my confusion, the whole house was clean and there was no supernatural reaction at all. So I told Hu Zongren what I saw, and Hu Zongren said,
Sometimes ghosts are possessed, and the only reaction can be detected on the person possessed. After all, the ghost has borrowed the body, and the one who moves and touches other objects is Mr. Zhang himself, so of course there is no reaction. Hu Zongren added
, but if you want to know whether Mr. Zhang is really possessed by 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.
Ah, and what I’m most afraid of is female ghosts.
Hu Zongren is right. Not only is he scared, but I am also scared. The fierce and powerful ones we met before are basically female ghosts. I don’t understand why female ghosts are always more powerful than male ghosts. Maybe
It’s probably because women are more likely to be confused about certain things. So I said to Sister Zhou, how about this, let’s go in and see your husband now. After he became like this, has he done anything aggressive? For example
Hitting you, yelling at you, etc. Sister Zhou said that this is not the case. Her husband’s temper was not very good at first, but after it became like this, he was quite gentle to himself. He just suddenly changed into a different person. He was not afraid of it.
I said, I still feel very awkward.
We stood up again and walked towards Mr. Zhang's room. When we reached the door, Sister Zhou whispered to us, "Don't talk when you go in later. Let me talk to him for a while. I'm afraid he won't recognize him."
You are unwilling to cooperate. So I understand that until now, Sister Zhou has not firmly believed that her husband is possessed by a ghost, but since this case was forwarded to us by Xuanyuan Society, the result must be doomed. Zhou
After the eldest sister finished speaking, she gently opened the door to the room. After slowly pushing it open, I was startled.
It was dark inside the door, and the curtains were closed, but the curtains were not completely blackout, and a little light could be seen vaguely. The door opened from the outside to the inside, so when the door was only opened a foot
From a distance, I couldn't see what was in the room at all. But when the door opened a little further, I saw a man standing less than a foot away from the door, standing upright with his hands hanging down.
He had his feet together by his legs, his face expressionless but his eyes wide open, looking at us from the door.
This really startled me. I couldn't help but step back and stepped on Hu Zongren's foot without noticing. And I started to reach into my bag habitually, thinking that if this guy took another step closer,
If so, I threw a handful of grave soil in front of him. Obviously Mr. Zhang’s move shocked Sister Zhou. I mean, she really jumped up. She covered her chest and said to Mr. Zhang,
Husband, what's the matter with you? You're standing here silently, you're such a black man...
Black people mean scary in Sichuan dialect.
After the door opened, the light in the corridor shone in, so I could see Mr. Zhang's appearance more carefully. His cheekbones were a bit high, and his skin looked rough, because this kind of business man is very
It is difficult to develop the habit of taking care of yourself. But what makes me feel weird is that, just as Sister Zhou said, Mr. Zhang wore makeup. His lips were painted bright red, and some white powder was applied to his face.
His eyes are not big, but they are painted unevenly with eyeliner, which looks strange. There are some red dots on his lips and chin, but I don’t know what they are. Mr. Zhang is wearing pajamas.
Only one of the two feet was wearing a sock, and the sock was still worn upside down. In short, when any normal person sees Mr. Zhang’s face, three words will definitely pop up in his mind: No.
Normal. For me, Mr. Zhang is not only abnormal, but also weird.
Mr. Zhang said in that weird voice mixed with a falsetto, "I'm going to relieve myself." There was a pause in the middle, but his eyes kept looking at Hu Zongren and me. If he didn't have this expression on weekdays, then he must be He was very wary of me and Hu Zongren. He tiptoed past me and Hu Zongren, and I smelled the fragrance of cosmetics. From the moment he walked out, I knew that he was 100% possessed by a ghost. I even omitted the part where Hu Zongren caught him and I used a compass to measure it, because most ghost-possessed people have one thing in common, that is, they must be walking on tiptoes. This is a comparison Commonly used judgment criteria, coupled with the fact that this person has become very strange recently, that's basically what happened.
Mr. Zhang went directly into the toilet and closed the door. I asked Sister Zhou, what happened to those red dots on his mouth? Is it popular for women to wear makeup like this now? Sister Zhou told me, what kind of makeup is that? Ah, that was the bloody scar left by him pulling out his own beard with tweezers! Didn’t Mr. Zhang use a razor before? Sister Zhou said that he should use it. It was the first time I saw him pull it out with tweezers. I even told him to use a razor, but he refused to listen, and his beard grew so fast that he had to pull it out basically every day. He couldn't stop it, and it turned into a bloody scar. I It hurt just thinking about it. As he was talking, Mr. Zhang came out of the bathroom and asked Sister Zhou angrily who they were.
Sister Zhou quickly said, these two are my friends. I heard that you got some Chinese medicine recently and it is very useful. I came to see what it was and they were going to get it too. Hu Zongren and I looked at each other and thought Although Sister Zhou was lying to deceive Mr. Zhang this week, she directly compared Hu Zongren and I to rookies. This feeling is still very unpleasant. You know, we are both very fierce guys.
Mr. Zhang seemed not to have heard Sister Zhou's words. He continued to say in a very weird tone, "I don't like them, let them leave quickly." This sentence was quite calm, but when Sister Zhou was still When he didn't answer him, he said again: I don't like them, tell them to leave quickly! This time the tone became more serious, and then he repeated this sentence again and again, the tone became stronger and stronger. We knew this was Because "it" may have noticed that Hu Zongren and I were here to clean it up, Hu Zongren leaned into my ear and said, repeating it over and over again, is he a repeater?
Mr. Zhang continued to howl louder and more violently, and in the end it was a completely male voice. He also started to grab the hair by his ears with both hands and pull it upwards. It seemed that the corners of his eyes were pulled up a lot. Like a fox (offended). Then he suddenly sat down on the ground and started kicking his legs desperately. Both Hu Zongren and I felt that if we continued roaring like this, Mr. Zhang's original body might be destroyed, and the contents in his body would also be destroyed. It's possible that thing got anxious. You know, rabbits will bite people when they are anxious, and dogs will jump over walls when they are anxious.
So I stretched out my hand to hold down Mr. Zhang's legs, but he kicked me firmly on the bridge of my nose. The kick was so hard that I felt my eyes go white and black, and then my tears stopped completely. He couldn't help but shed tears. There were also nosebleeds. After Mr. Zhang broke free, he ran directly towards the balcony. I told Hu Zongren to leave me alone and follow him quickly. Hu Zongren and Sister Zhou followed. I ran to the balcony, took a rest, and thought about my straight bridge of the nose, I really can't help you, so I took out toilet paper and stuffed my nose, and then walked to the balcony.
When I got to the balcony, I found Mr. Zhang 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 traditional Chinese medicine pocket, and then stuffed it into his mouth. He was enjoying it very much.