"You are indeed dead." My eyes showed endless sadness, and I sighed long and boringly: "If you don't believe it, you can look at the palms of your hands."
"Impossible! You must be..." Before he could say the word "lied to me", the middle-aged man opened his hands in shock.
When he saw a dense mass of black energy appearing in the palms of his hands, the shock on his face became even more intense: "How is this possible? How can black energy appear in the palms of a living person? It must be an illusion!"
"It's not an illusion. Yes, black energy does not appear in the palms of living people. But at this moment, you are not a living person, but a ghost. Of course, there will be black energy in the palms of ghosts.
"I shook my head and continued to explain: "These so-called black auras should be the resentment of ghosts. After being riddled with resentment, no matter how reluctant you are, you can only accept the fact that you are a ghost."
In fact, I originally didn't know how to distinguish ghosts from living people, but since I obtained the Yin Eyes, I gradually discovered the difference.
The biggest difference is the palms of their hands. Normally, there will be no black energy in the palms of living people, but once you die and become a ghost, a ball of black energy will appear in the palms of your hands, which is weird.
Incomparable.
I don’t know what this mass of black energy is, so I can only preconceptionally regard it as resentment. After all, this mass of black energy makes me feel very evil, as if it is filled with the resentment of the dead.
Having said that, my lengthy explanation did not completely convince the middle-aged man. He still looked in disbelief: "Why should I believe you? Maybe these black gases are just stains? Yes, they should
It's just stains, I'm going to wash them off."
Immediately afterwards, the middle-aged man quickly ran into the kitchen and tried to wash away the black air on his palms with water.
But the result disappointed the middle-aged man, because no matter how vigorously he scrubbed, the black air still remained firmly in the palm of his hand.
"Am I really dead? Impossible! I can't die like this! I must be dreaming!" Although the middle-aged man still looked unbelievable, he was slumped on the kitchen floor, no longer as nervous as before.
Determined.
"If you still don't believe that you are dead, you can try to slap me with all your strength." I suddenly made a suggestion.
"Slap you? Why should I slap you?" The middle-aged man was surprised for a while.
"You are already a grown-up, why are you still asking for a hundred thousand a day? Just do as you are told." I said impatiently.
"Okay, but you took the initiative to ask me to beat you. You can't cause trouble for me afterwards." The middle-aged man who was slumped on the ground stood up helplessly.
"It's okay, I won't blame you. By the way, when you wave your palm, remember to think about the black energy in your palm silently. Do you understand?" I asked unhurriedly.
"Got it." The middle-aged man responded, then held his breath and raised his right hand ready to go.
Immediately afterwards, there was a wave of hands, and the middle-aged man's right hand, which was ready to strike, cut through the air and hit my right face quickly.
Looking at the shadow of the palm getting closer and closer in my pupils, I could already foresee that my right face would be red and swollen by this palm.
But I foresee redness and swelling on the right side of my face
It didn't appear as expected, and a surprising scene happened.
Just when the middle-aged man's right hand was about to hit my right cheek, the black energy on it suddenly became thick and lingering, and then, the middle-aged man's right hand turned into an illusory shadow.
This illusory shadow transformed by my right hand first went straight through the right side of my face, then easily crossed my head, and finally stopped on the outside of my head, without causing any harm to my body at all.
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Seeing this strange scene, the middle-aged man froze instantly: "What...what's going on? Why can't my hands touch your body?"
"Because you are dead and now you are just a ghost wandering around the world. As an illusory body, ghosts cannot of course touch the body of a living person." I touched my right face with lingering fear and saw that there was no redness or swelling on it. I couldn't help but
Breathed a sigh of relief.
"This doesn't make sense. Since ghosts in illusory bodies cannot touch living bodies, then living bodies should not be able to touch illusory ghosts. But you just woke me up with your hand." The middle-aged man's face was tangled.
said.
"I'm not sure about this, but I vaguely feel that the reason is related to the strength of ghosts. The more powerful the ghost, the more capable it is of turning the imaginary into reality, such as you." I looked at the middle-aged man meaningfully.
man.
After experiencing the previous strange scene, the middle-aged man had begun to believe that he was dead: "Me? You said I am the kind of ghost who can use the power to turn reality into reality? How is that possible? I was just an ordinary employee who did nothing during my lifetime.
, how can he become a powerful ghost after death?"
"I don't know about this. Maybe some strange things happened before and after your death. It was these things that enhanced your abilities. After all, ordinary ghosts only have a little black energy in their palms, but you have both hands.
The palms of your hands are full of black energy, and by using this black energy, you can freely transform between reality and reality." I answered methodically.
"Then the reason why you just asked me to meditate on the black energy in my heart is to teach me how to turn reality into fiction?" The middle-aged man suddenly froze.
"Yes, but this is just a blind cat meeting a dead mouse. Originally, I was not sure that you could really transform reality into reality. I was also worried that you would smear my handsome face." I said with a slight blush.
"It's a sin, it's a sin. Fortunately, I can really change the truth from the truth, otherwise it would have been a big mistake." The middle-aged man said with a guilty look on his face.
"How can you make a big mistake? If you can't transform reality into reality, it proves that you are just a weak ghost. A weak ghost is an illusory body, and the illusory body can't hurt me." I popularized science with a smile on my face.
road.
"Stop comforting me." The middle-aged man suddenly remembered that he was a ghost, and his face suddenly darkened: "It turns out that what you said is true. I am dead and have turned into a ghost.
Damn, it’s so pathetic.”
Seeing the dark clouds rising and falling on the middle-aged man's face, I couldn't help but explain: "People can't be resurrected after death. Since you are dead, just slowly accept the fact that you are a ghost. By the way, do you still remember how you are?"
Dead?"
The middle-aged man pressed his head and thought for a long time before saying blankly: "I don't remember. I actually don't even remember how I died."
"Then what's the last scene you remember in your mind?" The middle-aged man was full of doubts, and I couldn't help but ask.
"I remember I was watching TV with my wife, watching
I fainted after looking at me, and when I woke up again, I saw you." The middle-aged man said with a helpless look.
"You saw me as soon as you woke up? Do you mean you saw me in Room 403, Building A, or did you just see me now?" I asked.
"Of course it means now, Room 403, Building A? I have never been to Building A, so how could I have seen you somewhere?" the middle-aged man replied in confusion.
An unpleasant feeling slowly arose in my heart: "In other words, you don't remember everything that happened after you fell into coma?"
"Yes." The middle-aged man nodded firmly.
I felt that the situation was getting worse: "Then do you remember that you played a terrifying Sichuan Mahjong game with three people before?"
"Playing Sichuan Mahjong? I don't like playing mahjong." The middle-aged man shook his head.
"Think about it again, those three people are me, the administrator who lives in Building A 201, and Ling Yumo who lives in this room." I asked again.
But when I asked, the middle-aged man covered his head and shouted: "Don't... don't ask... please don't ask... my head hurts... it hurts! I have never played mahjong with you!"
I really don’t!”
As the middle-aged man covered his head and shouted, I saw streaks of blood bursting out from his white face.
These bloodshot threads gradually turned the white face of the middle-aged man red, making him look like a ghost bathed in blood.
I quickly stopped talking and did not press any further: "It seems that not only did he forget the cause of his death, he also forgot everything after his death."
"But the part of the memory that the middle-aged man forgot is really weird. It happens to involve the person behind the man's corpse. Could it be that person who erased the middle-aged man's memory? By the way, it should be that person who erased it! Otherwise, the middle-aged man
When a man looks back on his memories, it won’t be so painful!”
"Or think about it from a deeper level, the person behind the man's corpse is the murderer of the middle-aged man! So after that person killed the middle-aged man, he also chose to erase the memory of his death.
"As long as the middle-aged man's memory is erased, no one will know his true identity, so he can always hide in the dark!"
"What the hell, as long as he keeps hiding his identity, even if I meet him face to face, I may not be able to see through his true identity."
"This man is really thoughtful in his work. He is a difficult opponent to deal with. I have to be careful in everything."
In fact, since I entered Jinxiu Building twice today, I have encountered life-threatening danger four times in a row.
The first time was when he almost had his head smashed by a flower pot, the second time was when he encountered exposed wires, the third time was when he was attacked by a male corpse in Room 403 of Building A, and the fourth time was when he was dragged to play mahjong by a middle-aged man.
.
"Successive dangers are too coincidental. Perhaps these four dangers against me were all caused by the same person, and that person was the person who controlled the male corpse." After some speculation, some of the mysteries gradually became clear: "I was in danger for the first time.
It was in front of the gate of Building D. The last and fourth time I was in danger was also in Building D. Maybe that person is still hiding in Building D from the beginning to now."
Guessing that the person controlling the male corpse was lurking in Building D, I couldn't help but panic: "In addition to the cheongsam woman, there are four families living in Building D. The members of these four families may be the ones controlling the male corpse behind the scenes."