I received a bounce from a non-existent player

The white cloth fell down, and the cold and stiff face was almost translucent, with purple network of blood vessels under the thin layer of skin.The whites and irises of those completely black eyes could no longer be distinguished, but I clearly felt that it was staring at me.

Thanks to the strong nerves I have exercised in the past few days, I still have the ability to cover my mouth tightly before I scream, otherwise I don't know how high the sound will be.

Before I could recover, it swayed slightly, and in the next second it was no longer sitting on the bed, but standing in front of its own mortuary bed, nodding its head slowly and repeatedly. .

The corpse was naked|naked, and there was a shocking opening in the abdomen, which was full of matches as rumored.

I let out a suppressed whimper in my throat in despair, and instinctively took a step back.

However, just after I made this series of reactions, the body suddenly stopped moving.

I was frightened by its movement and froze again.After a moment of stalemate, it suddenly moved in front of my eyes, and its mouth moved strangely and quickly: "Why doesn't the paper money ignite? Why doesn't the paper money ignite? Why doesn't the paper money ignite? Why doesn't the paper money ignite..."

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

I screamed and was scared out of my wits. No matter there was a room full of such things behind me, I turned around and knocked open the central mortuary bed and ran to the door. I rushed to the door and shook the doorknob a few times, but found that the door couldn't be opened at all. He was crying and screaming, when suddenly a coldness appeared on the side of his face.

Those were a few pale to blue fingers.

Just a second before it was dark before my eyes, the door creaked open.

The visitor looked at my distressed appearance and raised his eyebrows: "It seems that there is something scarier than me here." After speaking, he stretched out his hand and pushed me back, and closed the iron door behind him with his backhand.

I didn't expect it to be him who came in. I was pushed back and staggered before I realized it. I hurriedly covered my face that was touched by the ghost's hand just now and turned my head to look, but there was no corpse standing behind me. Two rows of corpses lying quietly on the mortuary bed.

"What's going on..." I murmured and rubbed my face with the back of my hand, and when I turned around and saw Liu Feng's indistinct smile, my heart skipped a beat.

He might have stuffed the matches in the corpse's stomach, and he might have made the scene just now—after all, the most dangerous thing was the smiling tiger in front of him, who looked no different from a living person.He blocked the door, obviously not letting me out.Thinking of this, I hurriedly stepped back a few steps to distance myself.

He wasn't surprised by my reaction, he just put his hand back into the doctor's robe: "You should already know, right?"

"Know what?" I asked warily, "Know that you are a dead man?"

"Otherwise?" he wrote lightly, "I won't hurt you, you don't have to be afraid of me. I brought you here just to avoid that friend of yours. If I scare you, I apologize."

His tone is sincere and gentle, but I dare not even look away from him: "Just tell me, what do you want to do?"

"What do I want to do..." He tilted his head slightly with a thoughtful look, "I want to give you a little advice."

I didn't answer.

"Don't just resist knowing that I'm not human. Even if I become a ghost, I still have the heart of a doctor and a parent. I can see it, and of course I want you to know it out of kindness." He smiled helplessly, "I It’s just a piece of advice, it’s your decision whether to listen to it or not.”

I pondered for a moment: "What advice?"

He took two steps forward slowly: "I found it when I was looking at your medical records."

"……what?"

"You know... what's wrong with your internal organs?"

I looked at him suspiciously: "I had a minor operation on my appendix before, what's wrong?" Acute appendicitis is a common disease. When I was in college, I had a resection because it was not a major operation and I never cared much about it. .

He didn't comment when he heard it, but just lowered his head and smiled: "It's nothing. I just want to say that this operation will not have such sequelae as you. The medicines you take are all nutritional medicines that you often take, and there will be no such effects." Adverse reactions."

"so?"

"So your abdominal pain is not the sequelae of the operation, nor is it caused by the nutritional medicine. But you just happened to have the abdominal pain after taking the medicine... This timing is also very coincidental." He swallowed, "Let's talk about other things. Send you off After coming to the hospital, they usually give you a checkup, but they didn’t do it either. What did your friend tell the doctor to make them skip this step?”

I don't know what the process of sending to the doctor is like, but I still don't take it seriously when I hear him say: "I don't know. What is your focus?"

"My point is," he paused, "can you be sure that the medicine you took at the time was really the medicine you usually take? Didn't...was replaced by someone?"

I was startled.

Be replaced?Along the way, except for the meeting at the bar, I basically stayed with Jiang Heng.I know I have medicine in my bag, and I have a chance to exchange it...

Before I could finish thinking, he said again: "There's that medicine bottle without a label. Why did he tear off the label? What medicine did he give you?"

I looked at his sincere eyes behind the lens, and suddenly felt a little chilly in my body.

What he meant was that the reason why I passed out from the pain was because Jiang Heng gave me medicine, and the reason why the medicine bottle he gave me later had no label was because the medicine was also faulty.

But this state only lasted for a while, and I quickly understood what he was trying to do by hinting at me. I held my sweaty palm and sneered: "Why should I believe you? If you are really a normal ghost, you can do it." Digging up a dead body's internal organs?"

He raised a finger in front of his lips, made a silent gesture, and said softly: "Miss Qi, I'm just helping them improve their bodies. This is just a hobby, and it's different from being responsible for you."

I shuddered abruptly, not only because I was being trapped in the morgue by a ghost, but the key point was that he was completely different from the conductor who lost his mind after being exposed.

He doesn't go crazy and doesn't hurt anyone, but it's his unhurriedness that makes me so scared that I break out in a cold sweat.A dead person can use psychological tactics with ease, but I am a living person but I am forced to be helpless.

He kept his previous movements and asked thoughtfully, "Where's your friend?"

Thinking of Jiang Heng, I at least had some confidence: "He's coming." After that, I gave a forced laugh as if comforting myself, "When he comes, your farce should be over."

He tapped his chin lightly with his fingertips, with a look of disbelief: "He...can find you?"

"He never finds me."

"Oh." He smiled ambiguously, "For a person who has already broken up, he is a rare enthusiasm."

I reflexively wanted to refute, but when the words came to my lips, I suddenly realized that I didn't need to say these things to a ghost: "You don't need to worry about the things between us."

He gave me a funny look: "I'm not interested in your affairs, I just think your friend's attitude is very interesting."

I said hoarsely, "Don't provoke discord."

"I'm just stating the facts." He shrugged, "I'm just thinking—aside from what I said before, I know how dangerous your situation is now. Why should he make a clean break for a man unconditionally? The dead come back and risk their lives?"

"……what do you want to say in the end?"

"You trust him so much, it sounds like he still loves you, but he doesn't look like he still loves you. Then what is he planning to do when he comes back to 'help you'?"

"Before, I hoped that ghosts could speak more easily, but now it seems that being too eloquent is annoying." I sneered, "I said that you don't need to worry about it, and he has his own reasons for doing things."

"Of course he has his reasons." He took two steps forward and pressed his hands on the edge of the mortuary bed in the middle of the mortuary. "Then do you know what his reasons are?"

I turned my head away: "I don't need to know."

"I know a little bit, but it depends on whether you want to hear it or not." He said, "Miss Qi, how much do you really know about him?"

How much do I know Jiang Heng?

This was a common question, but I became inexplicably flustered when I heard it, and finally answered hastily, "I know more than you."

"Not necessarily. I know why he came back."

"As I said, he came back to help me."

"If he really wanted to help you if he gave up his life, why did he leave you like that in the first place?" He listened to my insistence, and frowned a little unbearably, "Why did he leave, why did he come back, and why is his attitude so indifferent now? , haven't you thought about it?"

"To shut up."

"Miss Qi, I just want to help you. If you don't want to think about it yourself, I can give you some ideas." He raised his hand, "Maybe helping him is good for him, and he has a way to protect himself. Or maybe you He has something to gain from him, and he just came to get close to you so that he can take advantage of the opportunity... In this case, it can also explain why he drugged you."

……To shut up.

After a pause, his voice floated softly: "The smell of disinfectant in the hospital can always wake you up. Calm down and think about it."

His last sentence seemed to have magical powers, which took away my ability to think and left my mind blank.

After a while, maybe a few seconds, maybe longer, I heard myself ask dryly: "Why should I believe your nonsense?"

He shook his head: "I didn't say anything, I just expressed my distrust for him, and provided some of my thoughts. Of course, believe it or not... But be careful, love hormones often go to the brain."

I took a breath: "He won't be against me."

"How do you know? Out of trust?" He smiled half a smile, "It seems that what I said about hormones is correct."

"Compared to you, of course I trust him more." After finishing speaking, I added, "He won't use me."

He froze for a moment, then smiled slowly.

"I never said he would use you. It's just your own idea."

There was a buzzing in my ears, and I watched his mouth open and close from a distance,

"Do you really trust him?"