inside the room.
The man's body was dripping with blood, his eyeballs were trembling crazily, and he turned them upward so hard that only the whites of his eyes were left. A chilling, weird laugh came out of his mouth.
"Ho ho."
"Hehehe, now it's your turn to choose the way to die!"
Jiang Chen was stunned: "It's not good, after all, it's a major event in your life."
"If I let you choose, just choose!" The man's voice became even more sinister.
"Okay, I choose..." Jiang Chen's fingers passed over and landed on a small green leather drum.
"The suicidal ghost sneers and holds a small drum. What can it do? Ghost energy +500."
It saw the young man in front of him bending his fingers and tapping on the drum head.
next moment.
A loud noise exploded in its mind.
The suicidal ghost lost consciousness in an instant.
At this time, a short knife was inserted into its neck, stirred sideways, and drew a semi-circular arc. Black-red blood immediately flowed out. After stirring for half a circle, the headless body of the suicidal ghost collapsed.
"Ding,……"
Jiang Chen moved his hands as if he had rehearsed it countless times, without any unnecessary movements, and he picked off a ghost head with great skill.
He was as fluent as if he were doing assembly line work in a factory.
Su Ling looked on at the side and was speechless.
I even forgot to breathe.
There were only two words in her heart.
major!
too professional!
She couldn't help but remember that Jiang Chen had said before that he was a free conscience mourner for unclaimed corpses.
It seems he wasn't lying.
He has extremely excellent professional qualities when it comes to funerals.
The operation is efficient, the movements are concise, it is breathtaking, and it is almost a textbook way to send people away.
At this time.
Under the bed, a pale man shook his head, looking dazed.
"Strange, what happened just now? There seemed to be a loud noise, but there didn't seem to be one?"
"No, why did it suddenly become so quiet?"
"Where are the suicidal ghosts and the pervert just now?"
"The ghost under the bed is suspicious, ghost energy +400."
It was curled up in the center of the bed, looking around hard, trying to figure out what was going on.
The room that was bustling before suddenly became dead silent.
This made it a little flustered.
Turning his head at an angle, he saw a headless body.
But since it has no face, it cannot tell whether this is the living person who broke in or the suicidal ghost who was hiding in the closet before.
Waited for a while.
The room was so quiet that it was eerie. Finally, the ghost under the bed couldn't sit still anymore. He moved to the side and quietly poked half of his face out from under the bed to see what was going on.
It is lying down at the moment.
Before I even glanced at it, I suddenly felt a few drops of thick, cold liquid fall on the back of my head.
"There is a creepy ghost under the bed, what is it? Ghost energy +700."
Turning his head subconsciously.
What caught his sight was a face that was staring at death, with black-red rotten blood flowing continuously from the broken neck, and its pale eyeballs staring at him with unwillingness.
For a moment.
The ghost under the bed was furious, and the sudden fright almost scared it out of its wits.
"Ahhhh!!!"
"Ghost energy +999!"
"What's wrong? What's wrong?" A hand slowly moved the suicidal ghost's head away, revealing the delicate and gentle face of a young man behind it.
"Oh, sorry, I scared you."
"Don't be afraid. As an apology, I will help you eliminate your fear right away."
"The ghost under the bed was stunned. Can the fear be eliminated? How to eliminate it? Ghost energy +350."
The next moment, it understood.
The short knife, still stained with blood, suddenly slashed across it, aiming to chop off its head.
A sincere smile appeared on the man's amiable face: "Don't worry, this is a physical method to eliminate fear. It will only kill the fear and will not hurt your body."
"I believe your mother is a ghost! Ghost energy +999!"
The ghost under the bed rolled over violently, and it couldn't help breaking out in a cold sweat as it watched the knife penetrate deeply into the cement floor like cutting tofu.
Just about to get up and run.
Suddenly a drum beat sounded, and it saw a strange green light erupting from the young man's eyes. Just like the legendary monster, it gasped heavily and approached fiercely.
There was a sharp pain in my chest.
What happened next, the ghost in the bed had no idea about.
"Ding, kill..."
Jiang Chen took out the other person's heart, shook his head, and sighed: "Oh, I missed it. I originally just wanted to eliminate his fear, but I accidentally killed him, another medical accident."
"Could it be that my understanding is wrong? Don't all human fears arise from the heart? Taking out the heart is the best way to cure fear. Why is he still dead..."
"It seems that I am not a competent doctor after all."
He has carefully studied some psychological classics and feels that he is qualified to provide psychological counseling to some patients, so he sometimes calls himself a doctor.
But he's also very self-aware.
This is often preceded by the prefix "very amateur".
This is used to reduce the patient's psychological pressure. After all, in the hands of a doctor with a cure rate of 0, if the patient is not cured, the patient does not need to feel too guilty about it.
This is what Jiang Chen is most proud of.
He knows how to consider other people, and people who get along with him are often like a spring breeze, without any psychological pressure.
"Brother Jiang, you don't have to be sad. If you think about it carefully, after it is completely dead, it should never have the emotion of fear again, right?"
Su Ling was comforting him at the moment.
Upon hearing this.
Jiang Chen pondered for a moment and patted his thigh: "That's right!"
"Little Su Ling, you are getting smarter and smarter."
Su Ling wiped the sweat from his forehead and said obediently: "It's all thanks to Brother Jiang's good teaching!"
Jiang Chen looked at her and wanted to praise her.
At this time, there was an argument and the sound of objects being thrown.
His eyes moved.
Suddenly he ran to the window, put his head out and listened carefully to see where the sound was coming from.
Su Ling seemed to have thought of something.
"That's the residents in 401 upstairs, a couple. They often quarrel and sometimes even fight. Many outsiders can't stand it anymore and run to break up the fight."
"But in the end, those who broke up the fight were all either crazy or disappeared mysteriously."
"upstairs?"
When Jiang Chen heard this, he leaned half of his body out of the window, turned his head and looked up, as if he was ready to move up, as if he wanted to climb up immediately and break up the fight.
Seeing this, Su Ling was so frightened that he lost his soul.
He hurriedly ran over and hugged Jiang Chen's legs tightly.
"Brother Jiang, don't go up. If you leave me here alone, I will die!"
It's not that she's too timid.
Mainly based on Su Ling's understanding of Jiang Chen, it is really possible for him to do such a thing that does not conform to ordinary people's logic at all.
"never mind."
Jiang Chen then gave up and jumped down from the window sill.
The main thing was that there were only two ghosts at once, and they were a couple in a quarrel, which made him feel that there was a lot of room for maneuver, and he was so excited for a while.
Calm down and think carefully.
None of the ghosts in this building can escape tonight, so there is no need to rush.
Jiang Chen couldn't help but think of Shi Tiesheng's words.
——Death is something that does not need to be rushed, it is a festival that will inevitably come.
Probably for the residents of this building.
Tonight is considered a holiday.
