"To put your mind at ease, let me show you my ID."
After entering the room, Zhan Jingyi turned around and closed the door.
The room that Vice President Bi lives in is a luxurious suite, facing a spacious reception room with two large luxurious sofas and exquisite coffee tables. A series of famous paintings are hung on the inner walls, displaying classical and modern styles. Art style.
Gorgeous golden chandeliers hang from the ceiling, and their light contrasts with the golden lines on the wallpaper, creating an elegant and luxurious atmosphere.
Passing through the living room, there is an extremely comfortable bedroom with a dedicated cloakroom, shoe cabinet, refrigerator, color TV, and even the entire room is controlled by a seemingly advanced voice-activated network.
Zhan Jingyi stood in the living room and looked at everything here, a little surprised. This was just a room in the hotel, but it felt like the living room here was bigger than where he lived.
However, he did not show any fuss. After sitting down, he showed his ID to Vice President Bi according to the standard procedure and said: "What you are encountering now should be a mental pollution incident. I will not go to you now." Explain what mental pollution is, you just need to know that I am the one who can help you, and you just need to fully cooperate with me..."
"Can it be done?"
Seeing the red 502 Institute seal and the federal government's steel seal on Zhan Jingyi's ID, Vice President Bi was in awe. Coupled with everything that happened in the restaurant before, he knew that this man was more powerful than he imagined.
Now, when Zhan Jingyi said these words, his expression was serious and calm, which dispelled the remaining worries he had before.
Vice President Bi nodded vigorously, sweating on his nervous forehead, and stammered: "I know... I know."
"alright."
When Zhan Jingyi heard his reply, he nodded with satisfaction, put away his ID, and said, "Okay, go to bed and lie down!"
Although Vice President Bi didn't know why, he hurriedly agreed and lay on the bed with his clothes on, his body tense.
Zhan Jingyi took out the pistol from his waist, checked the bullets, put it back, then lit a cigarette and looked at it slowly.
Soon, five minutes passed. Vice President Bi felt uncomfortable on the bed, but did not dare to move. He asked in a low voice: "Master Zhan, what happens next?"
Zhan Jingyi glanced at him in surprise and said, "Can't you see the female ghost?? I'm waiting..."
Vice President Bi was stunned at this moment: "Ah!!"
"yes……"
Zhan Jingyi didn't expect that the vice president's reaction was so slow: "Didn't you say that you can see female ghosts at night, and you can also dream about them when you sleep, and you also dream about killing people and eating people? It's not even noon yet, and you see female ghosts. I guess there is no chance of ghosts, so I can only let you sleep. How can you dream if you don’t sleep?"
"Ah, this..."
Vice President Bi sat up in a daze and looked at Zhan Jingyi stupidly: "So, master, what you mean is, let me go to bed quickly, and then when I have that...that particularly terrible dream again, you Can you help me?"
Zhan Jingyi frowned and said impatiently: "Since you know, then go to bed quickly??"
After finally figuring it out, Vice President Bi blushed and didn't dare to explain anything. He got up silently and whispered: "I'll clean it up."
Then, while Zhan Jingyi continued to smoke, he ran into the bathroom, took a shower, brushed his teeth, changed into pajamas, and sprayed a little water on his body.
Then he kicked off a pair of fluffy slippers, ran to the bed, slipped under the quilt, fluffed the pillow, and drank another glass of water. Then he pulled the quilt with both hands, lay on the bed and closed his eyes...
"It's really troublesome. It seems like it's not easy for rich people to live!"
Zhan Jingyi complained in his mind, then continued to look at his cigarette. After thinking for a moment, he took out the pistol and put it on the table, pointing the gun at Vice President Bi on the bed.
Be careful, who knows what will happen if he falls asleep...
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At this time, the doorbell rang. Zhan Jingyi held a pistol behind his back and went to open the door. Outside the door was a waiter pushing a silver trolley with several large and small cups with stainless steel covers on them. There was also an ice bucket, and two bottles of wine were placed in the ice bucket.
Not far away, Vice President Bi's female secretary was following the waiter, looking in on tiptoes.
When she saw Vice President Bi lying on the bed, she made a "swish" sound, her face turned green, and an ominous premonition flashed through her mind.
"Thanks……"
Zhan Jingyi thought that if he was busy and late, he might have it for lunch, so he sent the waiter away and pushed the car in himself.
After all, because of Vice President Bi's irresponsibility, he earned 50,000 yuan less...
It's not too much to eat one more meal from him, right?
Zhan Jingyi pulled the dining car in, and the door closed in the desperate eyes of the female secretary.
After putting the dining cart away, Zhan Jingyi was about to open the stainless steel cover to see what was there to eat, when he suddenly felt something was wrong.
He turned his head sharply and saw Vice President Bi huddled in the quilt, blinking at him.
Zhan Jingyi put down his hand helplessly, looked at Vice President Bi, and said, "Why aren't you sleeping yet?"
Vice President Bi's voice was full of grievance, and he said slowly: "I was quite sleepy before, but when I lay down like this, I found that I couldn't fall asleep?"
Zhan Jingyi frowned slightly and said, "How can I help you if you don't sleep? It's too long before night, and I don't have time to stay with you until night."
Vice President Bi didn't dare to reply, so he lay on the bed for a while, then suddenly showed a bit of fierceness and jumped out of the bed.
Three steps turned into two steps and he arrived at the dining car. He solemnly nodded to Zhan Jingyi and said, "Please, Master."
Then he grabbed a bottle of brandy chilled in the ice bucket.
He pulled out the wine cork neatly, raised his head, and poured it into his stomach...
Under Zhan Jingyi's hateful gaze, he poured a bottle of brandy into his stomach, and then staggered.
"It's all up to you..."
As he spoke, Vice President Bi shook his head, tried to straighten the wine bottle on the table, adjusted its position, and then swayed back to the bed.
This time, he didn't cover himself with a quilt, so he just lay down, and after a while, he started snoring softly.
"Hey, this guy...is really..."
Zhan Jingyi glanced at him, and an important question flashed in his mind: "Is the bottle he drank the more expensive bottle??"
From the snoring, it was confirmed that Vice President Bi had finally fallen asleep, and Zhan Jingyi breathed a sigh of relief. He took out his cigarette case, took a cigarette with a golden filter tip, put it in his mouth, and then stood by the window. Started smoking.
While looking at the scenery outside through the glass, I smoked a cigarette and waited for the performance to start.
…
While he was thinking about it, he suddenly heard a broken sound behind him. His heart trembled and he immediately turned his head.
Then he saw that Vice President Bi got up again at this time.
Zhan Jingyi was about to ask him why he wasn't asleep yet, but suddenly saw that his eyes were closed, so he stopped talking and watched him quietly as he got up and walked forward with bare feet.
I saw him walking to the side of the bed and looking at his movements, he seemed to have picked up something. He held it in his right hand, raised it high, and then "chopped" it hard, once or twice, as if he was chopping something in the air. .
After finishing one chop, a happy smile appeared on his face, and then he walked to the other side and continued to chop downwards. Similar actions continued five or six times. It seemed that he had finally completed all the actions and laughed with satisfaction.
On this occasion, this weird smile and closed eyes made people feel creepy.
After a while, he slowly squatted on the ground, slowly moved his palms downward, then stretched out his two hands, as if taking out something, and rotated his right hand to the side, as if to Flip a switch.
Both hands made a rinsing motion, and at the same time he took a deep breath, with a very happy expression on his face...
Zhan Jingyi, who was standing aside, frowned slightly and carefully observed his movements. At first, he should have been killing people with weapons, killing at least five to six people, and now he seemed to be cleaning something.
Zhan Jingyi remained calm and watched Vice President Bi's every move. After cleaning, he carefully divided the food and then plated it.
There is even a tiny movement in the middle of unscrewing a small tube and squeezing something out, like a silent film showing the entire process of murder.
Finally, Vice President Bi sat on the edge of the bed, with an excited and greedy expression on his face as if he had treasured delicacies laid out in front of him.
He shook his hands lightly, as if holding a knife and fork, then picked up something and stuffed it into his mouth.
As his mouth chewed, Vice President Bi's face showed an expression of excitement and satisfaction.
"Eating raw food?"
Zhan Jingyi frowned on the side and quietly observed Vice President Bi's every move.
"Judging from Vice President Bi's account, he first saw the female ghost in the mirror...and then saw it in all reflective objects. This shows that his mental pollution is gradually increasing."
"As the mental pollution worsened, he began to have nightmares. In the nightmare, he began to kill his relatives and eat them. But now, he is handling and enjoying them with pleasure, and his actions look very good. skilled……"
"So, either he lied from the beginning, or the mental pollution worsened, causing him to become addicted like taking drugs, and he changed from passive to active?"
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