Shen Shizhen

Ji Chuan stared in astonishment at the handsome man in front of him who was full of exotic style. He had stayed in the village for so many days and met so many people, but he had never seen anyone as good-looking as the man in front of him.

Ai Fan looked at the boy who was blocked in the door by himself and seemed to want to escape, and quickly turned around to look in the direction of the village: "Go back to the house first, I have a solution."

There was green smoke floating in the room, which was the smell of wormwood. When Ai Fan turned his head, he saw the wormwood that had been doused by water in the corner, and he roughly understood the cause and effect.

Unexpectedly, the two of them sat down in the inner room, but the boy in front of him said something to himself that he never expected, and he understood it, it was Chinese—"I, I don't understand what you're saying What……"

Ji Chuan was dumbfounded, and so was Ai Fan.

Ai Fan looked at the boy in front of him hesitantly, and asked in broken Chinese with great uncertainty: "Are you... Ji Chuan?"

At that time, Ji Chuan's eyes were red. Even though the man's pronunciation was a little awkward, his name was pronounced very standard. God knows how frustrated he has been during this time: "How do you know my name? speak Mandarin?"

Ai Fan nodded: "I just have to trouble you to speak slowly, my Chinese is not very good."

This is the first person Ji Chuan has seen in so many days who can hear and understand his own words after arriving in this ghostly place, and he can repeat it as many times as he likes.

Ai Fan, who finished the Chinese listening comprehension again, wanted to answer the question, but was a little speechless because of the reddened eye circles of the boy under the moonlight.

Ai Fan was helpless and more distressed. His Ji Chuan was just a kid who hadn't graduated from college. He probably didn't even know that he was dead, so he came here inexplicably, and couldn't hear a word. I understand, I don't know where I am, and what I see consciously is killing people and dismembering them.

I saw Big Brother Stowe sharpening an ax in the car earlier, I'm afraid I saw it through his eyes.

Thinking of this, Ai Fan opened his arms and looked at the boy cautiously, lest he would feel uncomfortable in his self-esteem.

Probably because the man's eyes were too sincere, Ji Chuan accepted the man's kindness without much thought.

Ai Fan began to organize words to appease him: "I am also a policeman, don't worry about that man, I will always be with you, Chuanchuan, don't..."

In fact, Ji Chuan privately felt that it was quite impolite for him to lie in the arms of this strange man whom he met for the first time, but the unexpected sense of security made him obsessed: "It turns out that my mother likes to call me Chuan." Chuan...how do you know everything..."

Although Ai Fan wanted to continue to accompany his Ji Chuan to do Chinese listening, but now there are more important things waiting for him.

Hearing the man above his head speaking French in a moderate manner, Ji Chuan gradually calmed down.

It seemed that the man who hung up the phone seemed a little embarrassed.In fact, Ji Chuan still has many questions, but the man in front of him is not only a living person who can communicate, but also a living person who knows everything. Suddenly, he didn't know what to ask first.

The man was the first to ask, "Is Chuanchuan's body the same as before?"

Ji Chuan was stunned for a moment: "Well... they are exactly the same, and the moles on their faces are all in the same position."

Ai Fan bent his lips: "You are more beautiful than in my dream."

Ji Chuan got stuck in an instant, and looked up at the man with a serious face above his head in astonishment. He really didn't expect the conversation between the two to start with such a few sentences. He just thought it was because the man's Chinese was limited and he wanted to boast People are good-looking and only know the word "beautiful". Ji Chuan tried his best to grasp the important points: "You...dream about me often?"

Ivan smiled again, and said to the dreamer in front of him that he had practiced countless times: "Yes, my full name is Ivan Benson, from the capital of Franks, just call me Ivan, Since the night my father died, I have been dreaming about you for three months, but you were in China before, and I learned my Chinese because of you."

Although the man's words made him a little unbelievable, in fact Ji Chuan had already let go of his guard against him, although a large part of the reason was because the man could say his name.

During the long night, the two talked while waiting for Stowe's appearance. During the difficult conversation, the two also found the most efficient and trouble-free way-translation APP.

But Ji Chuan couldn't help frowning when he saw the long explanations that filled the screen. Obviously, these strange things were completely beyond his comprehension, but the facts were in front of him, and he couldn't believe it.

According to Ai Fan, it was the original owner of this body who wanted to change his life, and asked the witch how to do it. It happened that he, who had a perfect fit, died in China, so he recruited his wandering soul. Just wait for a suitable time to get out of the body.

And he was able to know this because he saw and heard it through his own eyes and ears in a dream. The withered grass was called wormwood, and the old woman who came that day was probably a witch who came and told the origin of this body. Master, putting the wormwood in front of the mirror and lighting it is the last step.

Ji Chuan digested the huge amount of information in a daze for a while, and finally asked the question he was most concerned about: "You said I... died?"

Ai Fan was silent for a while, and finally chose to speak out: "Yes, your sister touched your milk that day."

Ji Chuan let himself go for a while before continuing to speak, but changed the topic very abruptly.

"So...how did you find it?"

"Last night, I saw that there was, no, ice grass growing in the yard. I checked the information and found that it is from Adonis's side... um... special... um, special product?" Ai Fan was still willing to accompany him He speaks Chinese, and he doesn't like the feeling of translating through electronic products.

Ji Chuan was startled: "You saw what you saw last night, and you came here today?"

"Brother Stowe's behavior was a bit abnormal last night, and you were the only one... Well, how do you say it, and you were the only one who saw it, I was afraid he was going to make a move, but he fell asleep in the car on the way today Yes, I dreamed that Brother Stowe sharpened his axe, and you should have seen it too."

It was a scary thing at first, but after being squeezed out by Ai Fan in bad Chinese, the feeling is different, or maybe staying by his side really feels safer, anyway, Ji Chuan is completely relieved now .

"Yes, I saw it, and there was that witness. In fact, I just...be able to possess him. He muttered a lot before burning the wormwood today, but I couldn't understand it. Wait for a while. Around ten o’clock, he started to burn the wormwood, and the smoke was so thick at the time, it made me very uncomfortable at first, so I wanted to hide away. Originally, the distance between me and him was at most ten meters, but suddenly It can float far away, so I just want to go and see the murderer. Who knew he was sharpening the axe when he saw him. As soon as he finished sharpening, I was so scared that I floated back immediately. As a result, I was sucked into the house as soon as I entered the room. He's on him, and I couldn't get close to him before."

Ai Fan, who finished a long section of Chinese listening comprehension, asked thoughtfully: "So at the beginning, you can't be more than ten meters away from him, but you can't get close, is that right?"

Ji Chuan nodded, but in fact he cared about the same thing as Ai Fan's friend: "You...you actually took your dreams seriously, what if I don't exist in reality?"

Ai Fan frowned, and said every word seriously: "No, this is a kind of intuition. My mother left early, and my father passed away three months ago, but after they left, I never once I dreamed about them, but I fell asleep inexplicably on the night of vigil for my father, and then I started dreaming about you. I still remember the first time I saw you in school. It’s called Taekwondo. , anyway... I just intuit that you are a gift they gave me."

Ji Chuan is so old, and he has never heard anyone say that he is a gift.The family conditions are good, and there is almost nothing to say in material terms, but the elders have extremely strict requirements on him.

So now after hearing the man's serious words, Ji Chuan's face immediately turned red. Fortunately, the lights in the room were very dim, and the color on his face could hardly be seen.

"Taekwondo is, it's the physical education elective I took this semester, um...you know the word "intuition"..."

"I know, it must be, they asked you to stay with me." Ai Fan still spoke very seriously, and didn't feel that there was any problem with his words.

Ji Chuan was almost burned by the man's calm and firm gaze, so he could only lower his head to look at his twisted fingers and muttered, "Can you stop saying such things in a serious way..."

Ai Fan was a little stunned, he seemed to have heard an idiom?

"What do you mean 'serious'? Is there something wrong with what I said? You really are my parents..."

Before Ai Fan could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Ji Chuan, whose cheeks were slightly hot. He had an intuition that saying such things between two boys was against the education he had received since he was a child, although he couldn't say exactly what it was. wrong.

"Uh, Ivan...Thank you for coming here and finding me."

"Don't tell me this, you are the person I dreamed of after my father passed away, they gave it to me..."

"No, no, uh... Ai Fan, I mean you are also very good-looking. We call boys handsome when we call them 'handsome', not 'beautiful'."

"I know what I know. I know what is 'handsome' and what is 'beautiful', but Chuanchuan, you are really beautiful."

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Chuan Chuan who was still very Ji Chuan back then