179. My hobby is pretending to be someone else (7)
Zhang Jing was so frightened that after seeing that ghost thing being dealt with, her body went limp and she fainted. When she woke up again, Zhang Jing's mother was standing by. When she saw her waking up, her face immediately showed happiness. laugh.
"Jingjing, your father is awake."
Zhang's father recovered quickly, and he was not at all as serious as when he was first admitted to the hospital. Zhang's mother said that when she opened the door and came in, she saw Zhang Jing sleeping on the bed, with a pale face. Fortunately, the doctor said it might be It's too tiring to sit in the car for a long time, so it's nothing serious.
Mother Zhang was sitting on the edge of the hospital bed, blowing the soup in front of her and saying softly, "Your father and I have discussed it. After he recovers, we will go back to our hometown to live. Your uncles and uncles are all in our hometown. No matter what happens in the future, Things are also taken care of.”
Zhang Jing nodded and suddenly asked, "Mom, do you still remember Wei Rou?"
"Wei Rou... Is she the little girl you always played with in junior high school? What's wrong?"
Zhang Jing shook her head, thinking that since Wei Rou didn't stay, she just didn't want others to know about it. If she hadn't found a small black and purple hand mark on her calf, she would have thought it was a dream.
Wei's father and Wei's mother happened to find out that something had happened. They quickly came to the hospital carrying gifts. Zhang Jing asked for their home phone number and called Wei Rou.
"I checked and found out that the Kun Po it keeps calling means father in Thai, but my dad has never been to Thailand and there are no Thai things at home. Weirou, do you know why it clings to my dad? "
Zhang Jing's voice was a little nervous. Wei Rou was sitting at home. After hearing this, she turned to look at Wei Mingyan, who was holding a family photo in her room.
Wei Mingyan stroked the photo and said casually, "Her father is very clean. He didn't bring that retard here."
"It should be..." the young man thought for a while, "someone transferred that mentally retarded thing to her father. This kind of thing is similar to a residual spirit. The red threads on its body are the blood of the host. It usually gives instructions to help the host do things. , used to obtain rewards, but it is very greedy and will want more and more things. When the host can no longer provide rewards, it is time for it to bite back. "
Zhang Jing reacted immediately, "Someone wants to be reviled, so why did you throw this thing on my father?"
"Absolutely. Just look at the people around your father who suddenly become unlucky. If you mess with something like this, the consequences won't be much better."
"Thank you, thank you, I'll check it now."
Zhang Jing thanked her repeatedly, and Wei Rou comforted her a few more words. After hanging up the phone, she turned her head and looked worriedly at the young man sitting on the table, "Mingyan, will Jingjing be okay?"
"Don't worry, residual spirits have trigger conditions. She didn't do anything. That ghost is dead again, and it's very safe."
"Triggering conditions?"
"Um."
Wei Mingyan nodded, carefully put down the family portrait in his hand, jumped down from the table, fell down on the bed and rolled comfortably, "It's like the remnant from last time. If it weren't for the two little girls who summoned the pen fairy, They won't be interested, and the ugly thing this time should be a kid, a child who died before he was a minor, sealed in a jar, and brought to the house to be raised and driven to do things. "
Wei Rou immediately remembered what she had heard before: "It's a kid from Thailand. There seem to be a lot of them over there."
"Yes, people think that children are easy to drive and will do things for them as long as they are given some benefits. But when they die, they are no longer the same children. They will only become more and more greedy and want more. These cripples Spirits are not ghosts and have no thoughts. Except for those who trigger the conditions, they can only do anything to other people by scaring them. "
"Some were frightened crazy, some were frightened to death, and some died suddenly."
Wei Mingyan sat up and suddenly looked at the girl who was listening to him quietly, "Why don't you take notes?"
"Huh? Oh, I'll get the notebook."
Although she didn't understand why she was taking notes, Wei Rou sat at the table obediently and took notes while listening to the young man behind her.
"Generally, this kind of residual spirit can be smashed with books. In fact, the reason why the residual spirit in school spends most of its time wandering around the playground is because of books. I don't know why, but when there is no sun at night, the residual spirit is more afraid of books. I guess , maybe because the words inside may be true or false, somewhere between yin and yang.”
Wei Rou wrote it down in beautiful handwriting and raised her head when she thought of something, "Is it safe as long as you carry a book with you?"
"Absolutely. As long as you put a book next to or under the pillow before going to bed, some residual spirits who like to sit on people in the middle of the night can only watch from the bedside."
Wei Rou nodded and quickly wrote it down.
After saying what he knew, the young man jumped up and sat on the table again, "Hey, Wei Rou, I just looked at your face."
Wei Rou immediately became nervous, "What's wrong with my face?"
"You are a brother with bad luck and a bad brother with five elements."
Seeing the confused look on the girl's face, Wei Mingyan put his hand on her head with a serious face and touched her, "Look, how about I be your brother?"
Wei Rou was touched on the head, "But why aren't I the elder sister and you the younger brother? You look obviously younger than me."
The young man touched the mask on his face, "You also said that it looks like it. I have been dead for more than ten years. Of course I am older than you. In this way, you will be my sister. When you die in the future, I will protect you. ”
Wei Rou: "...won't it be many years before I die?"
After she finished speaking, she saw the young man looking at her eagerly. Although she always felt that she was older than him, looking at his expectant look, Wei Rou still nodded, "Okay, okay, I'll be your sister. "
The young man was immediately happy. He sat on the table and swayed his long legs cheerfully to tease Weirou, "Call me brother."
Seeing his extremely happy expression, Wei Rou felt like teasing a child, and she said obediently, "Brother."
Wei Mingyan's eyes were bright and he responded loudly, "Sister!"
The young man patted her shoulder and said, "Don't worry, I'll protect you."
***
In a hotel, a girl was sleeping quietly on the bed. She was lying on her side, her eyes were closed, and she slept very peacefully.
The light was on in the room, and there was a chill gradually in the room. The light bulb flickered a few times and dimmed.
The blue and purple, withered hands with cracks slowly fell on the end of the bed. The figure with the hair in front of it, whose face could not be seen, slowly climbed onto the bed. It stepped on the slippers with the toes facing the bed, little by little. Sitting on the girl.
The girl in her sleep frowned tightly, opening her eyes as if she felt uncomfortable. The lights were off and there was nothing on her body.
She yawned and fumbled to pull out the light. She pulled the light bulb a few times but had no response. She was about to turn over and go back to sleep when she suddenly heard movement under the bed.
As if a mouse was turning something over, the girl didn't take it seriously. She turned over and was about to go to sleep. Under the moonlight, her eyes were half-opened in a daze, but she met a pair of eyes in the crack of the bed.
"ah--"
She screamed and sat up, and when she looked again, the eyes with only a small black pupil and the rest of the whites were gone.
She tried her best to breathe steadily, and gingerly lay down on the edge of the bed, bent down and lifted up the sheets.
In the dark light, the woman inside was lying on her back, and turned her head abruptly. Only her eyes with pinpoint-sized pupils were exposed through her long hair, staring at her steadily.
The girl's eyes widened and she watched helplessly as it crawled out little by little...
【Let's...sleep together...】
She screamed in fear and spilled the glutinous rice she was holding in her hands all over it.
【Ah ah ah ah ah! ! ! 】
The glutinous rice was sprinkled on the body, causing it to scream in bursts of white smoke. It turned to leave, but the girl behind it grabbed the thin black ankle bleeding with pus and blood and dragged it out from under the bed.
"Who wants to sleep with you!"
"You still stink and you still want someone to sleep with you!"
Seeing that the residual spirit was afraid of glutinous rice, Wei Rou suddenly became bolder. With one hand, she dragged the residual spirit that was still trying to crawl under the bed, and with the other hand, she sprinkled glutinous rice on it, and she did not forget to curse, "You It’s been a long time since I washed my hair and took a shower, don’t you think it’s time to cut your hair?”
The residual spirit, whose long hair covered almost its entire body, screamed and crawled out as hard as it could, crawling out again and again, only to be dragged back again and again by Wei Rou.
After she finished scattering the glutinous rice in her hand, she thought about it, dragged the howling Can Ling to the bedside, dug under the pillow, took out a hundred-yuan bill, and put it on Can Ling's forehead.
The money dropped quickly, and the residual spirit didn't react at all, but was still howling desperately to escape.
Weirou had no choice but to take out the glutinous rice from her pocket again, sprinkle it on it, and drag it to the window while it stood up and screamed.
There was a notebook and a pen placed by the window. The girl held the hand of Can Ling with one hand, and struggled to write down money on it with the other hand. Money was not effective for Can Ling, but glutinous rice was effective.
After she finished recording, she squatted down and struggled to pick up the residual spirit.
It was screaming, blood was flowing all over its body, and Wei Rou could almost smell the stench. Her expression remained unchanged, and she hugged the remaining spirit that was roaring and trying to escape in her arms to the bedside, and threw it away.
【Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah! ! ! 】
The sound faded away.
Wei Rou clapped her hands and watched the blood on her hands gradually disappear. She turned to look at the slippers with the toes facing the bed. She walked over and placed them so that the ends of the shoes faced the bed.
She found her notebook again and wrote down it, pointing the tip of her shoe toward the bed to attract ghosts.
"That's right. I've remembered so much. She really deserves to be my sister, just like me."
The young man wearing a mask sat by the window at some point, smiling and looking at Wei Rou who was immersed in recording.
"Didn't you say you want me to do it by myself this time?" Wei Rou bit down on the pen holder and recorded it, then took it off and covered it with the pen. She tilted her head and looked at the young man with a smile, "How did I do just now?"
"Very good. You remember it almost now. You shouldn't be afraid of those remnants anymore."
Wei Rou thought about the scene when she turned her head and saw a pair of eyes in the crack of the bed, and subconsciously shuddered, "I was a little scared just now. Why do they like to hide under the bed so much."
It would be a little scary to appear suddenly and look like that.
"Is the bottom of the bed spacious?"
Wei Mingyan shrugged, "I don't like it under the bed anyway, they also like to be in the toilet."
"Ah, right."
The boy said, jumping down and taking Wei Rou to the hotel toilet.
When they opened the door, they could clearly see a long-haired figure squatting in the corner of the toilet. When they heard the door open, they trembled and shrank back.
"turn around."
The body turned and turned its head.
The front face is also covered with long hair.
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