Soon An Lifen also walked into the bathroom and closed the door.
No one spoke in the room. Song Xiaoyu just sat quietly on the sofa combing her hair without saying a word.
At this time, Shen Xing shrugged his nose.
When he entered the living room just now, he smelled a faint strange smell. Later, after An Lifen made him a cup of tea, the scent of tea diluted the smell.
But now that Song Xiaoyu came out, the indescribable stench became even stronger.
This shows that the stench does not come from the spoiled meat in the kitchen, but is most likely coming from Song Xiaoyu's body.
At this time, there was a slight noise from the direction of the bathroom. Just now, Song Hao and his wife went in one after another, and they didn't know what they were doing.
The living room quickly fell silent.
Song Xiaoyu took the comb and combed her hair with some force. Every time she combed, it seemed that she had to make the comb teeth touch her scalp.
The comb teeth scraped his scalp, making a sound of sand, sand, sand, which reached Shen Xing's ears rhythmically.
If it were anyone else, they would have gotten goosebumps when they heard this voice, but Shen Xing didn't, because he had encountered Song Xiaoyu's weird appearance before, and even if this woman did something more bizarre at this moment, it would still be within his acceptable range. within.
Shen Xing even expected her to do something he couldn't understand, because maybe only in that way could he capture or guess what other characteristics this woman had.
He moved slightly and walked closer to the living room door so that he could leave later.
After waiting for a while, he found that Song Xiaoyu had done nothing except sitting on the sofa and combing her hair.
As for the sound of opening the door, she couldn't have missed it.
Shen Xing observed that Song Xiaoyu's hair was lifted up from time to time while combing her hair. He could see that the woman's neck had no wrinkles and seemed to have recovered.
"Song Xiaoyu." He called out softly, tentatively.
The action of combing her hair stopped, but Song Xiaoyu still didn't look back. She put down the comb, raised her right hand and pressed her forehead, and replied: "My head... is swollen and painful!"
It seems that sanity has returned!
Shen Xing heard that she could speak and her tone was normal. She secretly thought that it was possible that the scalp ghost could not control people all the time after being possessed. The possessed people would be confused sometimes and awake sometimes.
After waiting, the silver font in my mind did not pop up.
Although there was no hint in the text about the level of understanding of the characteristics, Shen Xing knew that his guess at the moment might be right, or it might not be right.
Because for Song Xiaoyu’s total characteristics, the proportion of the guess just now should be very small, small enough not to change the percentage value of the characteristics understood too much, so even if you guess correctly, you may not show.
Thinking of this, he asked: "Is your scalp... still itchy?"
Song Xiaoyu didn't answer, just patted her head gently, "My head, it hurts!"
Shen Xing opened his eyes wide. From this position, he could already see the other person's face and neck clearly. He looked carefully and found that Song Xiaoyu's neck was indeed normal, with no wrinkles. His brows were slightly frowned, the corners of his mouth were slightly pulled, and his expression was painful. appearance.
After patting his head a few times, Song Xiaoyu raised his head, first glanced at the shampoo on the coffee table, and then looked sideways at him: "You came to me just to give me shampoo?"
Shen Xing did not answer her, but continued to ask: "A few days ago, you said your scalp was itchy. Is it okay? Are there any other symptoms later?"
Song Xiaoyu shook his head: "It's not itchy, it's just a headache, it seems... it seems... hehehe..."
At this moment, a strange laughter came from Song Xiaoyu's mouth.
Shen Xing was stunned, interrupted her and asked, "Why are you laughing?"
He remembered that when he met Song Xiaoyu in the orphanage, although the woman never spoke, she made this weird laugh several times.
Song Xiaoyu looked at him in astonishment: "What did you say?"
"I asked what are you laughing at?" Shen Xing repeated.
"Did I laugh?" Song Xiaoyu's expression was a little confused.
"Yes, you laughed just now." Shen Xing nodded, "I heard you very clearly."
"No..." Song Xiaoyu quickly shook her head, "I wasn't laughing, I was talking, I said my head hurt... Hehehehe..."
Suddenly, there was another burst of weird laughter.
Shen Xing suddenly took a step back, because he suddenly saw that at the moment when the laughter came out, the hair on the back of Song Xiaoyu's head arched slightly.
At this time, there was a strange itch on the back of his head, which spread throughout his body. He couldn't help but reach out and scratch his scalp vigorously.
At the same moment, the mental antibodies under the corners of his eyes were suddenly triggered and began to fade.
Before the decision came, by staring at the wood carving, Shen Xing's fourth level of mental antibody level had been completely filled, almost reaching the fifth level.
And this Song Xiaoyu's scalp ghost has a stronger mental impact than the fake Hong Bin and Xue Tong that Shen Xing met before. He has already noticed this.
After the last encounter with Song Xiaoyu in the orphanage, although the mental antibodies were declining, they were less than half of Shen Xing's total. This was without him having any precautions.
So he had already estimated what was happening at this moment, and knew that the clone of the scalp ghost possessing Song Xiaoyu might be about to attack.
In the bathroom.
When Zheng Ruijun was about to stimulate another electrostatic field on the skin of his arm, Song Hao walked in with a blank look on his face.
He seemed to know that there was someone in the bathroom. After entering, he went straight to Zheng Ruijun's direction, stretched out his hands, and grabbed Zheng Ruijun's arms.
Zheng Ruijun didn't expect these guys to think so quickly. It was obvious that they entered the bathroom just to target him.
He didn't know when his whereabouts were exposed. Although Song Hao was abnormal, he didn't know that he was in the bathroom. Thinking about it, maybe Song Xiaoyu in the bedroom gave him some hint.
Or perhaps, these two people with the same abnormality have the same mind to some extent.
The anomalies encountered in each special case are different, but Zheng Ruijun knows very well that he cannot truly understand so many bizarre events in the world.
When both arms are grabbed, the hollow part of the pen tip can no longer hold the skin, and it can no longer activate the electrostatic field to protect itself.
At the same moment, Song Hao's face came up quickly, and Zheng Ruijun suddenly felt dizzy and a tight feeling appeared in the back of his head, as if his skin was tight or a piece of chewing gum was stuck to him.
This feeling was very slight. In just a moment, his attention was diverted by Song Hao's approaching head. Suddenly his arms tightened and he was tightly held by the other party, unable to break free.
Zheng Ruijun quickly turned the nib of the pen in his hand, preparing to pop out the anesthetic spike.
At this moment, a person appeared at the bathroom door again, it was An Lifen, rushing towards Zheng Ruijun.
Song Hao relied on his being taller than Zheng Ruijun to completely suppress him. An Lifen came closer and shook off the long hair that had just been tied up. A smell of wrapped rotten meat spread and poured into Zheng Ruijun's nose.
Zheng Ruijun felt his mental power tremble strongly. This breath had a great impact on his spirit, making his consciousness blurry at this moment.
