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"Has he not slept for a long time?" Chen Muyu looked at Zhang Guifen.

Zhang Guifen hadn't calmed down yet, so she nodded after a while, "I don't know what evil has caused this old man. He's been suffering from insomnia recently, and he's been up all night. In the past few days, I've probably slept twice in total." Three hours."

Chen Muyu's eyes moved around the study room and stopped on the bookshelf.

There was something he was very familiar with, a glass lamp, exactly the same as the one he saw in Xu Sifeng's study.

"That's right." Chen Muyu said meaningfully.

This is what the speaker means, and the listener also means it.

"Young man, do you know what's going on with my old man?" Zhang Guifen asked.

Chen Muyu was noncommittal, "Let's put him on the bed first, let him sleep for a while, and he will wake up naturally."

Several people hurriedly carried Tan Dawen into the bedroom.

Within a few minutes, the ambulance called by Brother Shui roared in. A doctor and two nurses came. They went into the bedroom to check and came to the same conclusion. They were too tired and just fell asleep.

There was no need to go to the hospital. I asked the family members for their opinions. Since there was nothing wrong, Zhang Guifen naturally didn't spend the money. I don't know how much it would cost to go to the hospital.

The ambulance left quickly.

In the living room.

Brother Shui made tea for Chen Muyu, while Tan Juan was peeling apples nearby. Zhang Guifen looked at Chen Muyu seriously, "Young man, you didn't say anything just now. Do you know what disease my old man has?"

Since Tan Dawen suffered from this problem, he has been running to the hospital frequently and talking about money, but nothing has been found in the examination. He just said it was insomnia and took medicine. However, the symptoms did not seem to be alleviated at all. Recently, they have become worse. It is getting more and more serious, people are getting thinner and thinner, and their tempers have become weird and abnormal.

Zhang Guifen really had no choice. If the conditions didn't allow it, she would have hired someone to perform the dance.

"He's not sick!"

Chen Muyu shook his head and leaned forward, "You have something at home."

Got something?

One sentence can make people's scalp numb and shudder.

Zhang Guifen's face paled even more. She was also in her sixties. Old people must believe in these things more than young people.

"Xiaoyu, don't talk nonsense. You're just trying to scare people in broad daylight." Brother Shui shook his head quickly. Although he said he was not highly educated, he didn't believe in these things.

Everything must be scientific.

"you shut up."

Zhang Guifen glared at Brother Shui.

Yes, my mother-in-law wants to hear it, but you are still here to play devil’s advocate.

He quickly shut his mouth.

"Young man, go on."

Zhang Guifen looked at Chen Muyu. She had already suspected this. His wife's illness came at a strange time. Sometimes when she got up in the middle of the night, she would see her wife sitting alone in the study. She said she was not afraid, so True or false.

"What I'm talking about is not what you think."

Chen Muyu shook his head, "Auntie, let me ask you, does Uncle Tan's insomnia not affect his normal life at all? He stayed up all night and was very energetic the next day?"

Zhang Guifen nodded repeatedly, "I'm not afraid of your jokes. This old guy is over sixty, and he still has to do that every day. You think I'm so old, how can I stand up to that?"

sweat!

When several young people heard this, their faces turned red with shame. Zhang Guifen was too upright and dared to say anything, and in front of her daughter and future son-in-law.

Tan Juan was so embarrassed that Brother Shui covered her face.

Chen Muyu laughed dryly, "That's right, there is something in your house that affected him and caused him to have excess energy, and the excess energy caused physical wear and tear on him, leading to what he is like now..."

Zhang Guifen thought for a while, then turned back to the study. After a while, she came out holding something.

It was that glass lamp.

Zhang Guifen placed the glass lamp on the coffee table, "Young man, look at it, is it this?"

Chen Muyu glanced at it and nodded without saying much.

Something changed on Zhang Guifen's face. She reached out and patted the coffee table, "I said this old man must be weird if he hugs this lamp every day, but those doctors said he has a fetish..."

"This light..."

Just when he was about to explain something, there was the sound of the door opening in the bedroom.

"What are you doing?"

But it was Tan Dawen who actually woke up in less than an hour. He had been sleeping so soundly just now.

Seeing a bunch of people in the living room and the glass lamp on the coffee table, Tan Dawen immediately ran over and took the glass lamp into his hands, "Who told you to mess with my things?"

"Damn old man!"

Although Zhang Guifen looked kind, she was still quite fierce inside. She immediately stood up and snatched the glass lamp from Tan Dawen's hand, "You still regard this damn thing as a treasure. I must throw it away today." "

"Oh, you are a woman, what do you know?"

Tan Dawen quickly grabbed Zhang Guifen, "It's just a lamp, why are you angry with it?"

"It's just a lamp. Xiaoyu said, this thing has a ghost." Zhang Guifen held the oil lamp and had no intention of returning it to Tan Dawen.

Tan Dawen turned around, and Chen Muyu looked unfamiliar and suddenly became unhappy, "Young man, what did you say?"

This Tan Dawen looks haggard, with sunken eye sockets, and is as skinny as a ghost.

Chen Muyu waved to Zhang Guifen and motioned for Zhang Guifen to give him the lamp. He was really afraid that she would drop this thing when he put it in Zhang Guifen's hand.

After getting the lamp, Chen Muyu raised his head and looked at Tan Dawen, "Uncle Tan, you often light this lamp. Do you feel that the light shines on your body very comfortable and you are energetic all the time?"

Tan Dawen sat down on the sofa, "Young man, everything must be scientific. Don't tell me about gods and ghosts. I don't believe it."

This soul lamp is actually not that evil. It just makes people energetic. It will not damage people's minds, let alone lose their minds. Tan Dawen just slept for a while, but he was able to talk to Chen Muyu calmly.

"It doesn't matter if you don't believe it, but think about it carefully. Is what I said wrong? Did your symptoms begin when you got this lamp? If not, look in the mirror and see what you look like now." Chen Muyu said .

Zhang Guifen quickly brought a mirror over and threw it in front of Tan Dawen, "Look at it, look at what you look like now?"

Tan Dawen didn't move the mirror. How could he not know what he looked like?

After a long time, Tan Dawen spoke, "I don't know, maybe it's psychological, or maybe it's my mental problem. As long as I don't light this lamp, I will feel very tired, very tired, really too tired..."