Kumu had done it before to help the soul fulfill its last wish, so he didn't take the middle-aged woman's request to heart. It should be that he didn't complete anything before he died, and his obsession was still in this world.
Kumu looked at the middle-aged woman. He was waiting for the middle-aged woman to speak.
On the contrary, the middle-aged woman was also looking at the dead wood, where the two met their eyes.
Kumu couldn't help it at first and said, "Okay, where is your cemetery? Is there anything in it? I want to see it even after I die."
After hearing what Kumu said, the middle-aged woman still looked at Kumu with a non-smiling smile and did not answer.
Kumu felt that the middle-aged woman did not hear what he said, so he repeated it again. Just like before, the middle-aged woman smiled and said nothing.
Deadwood's face began to look unnatural. He should have realized something. He hoped that his questions were unnecessary.
"You don't know where your body is... right?" Kumu asked his question tremblingly. Once he got a positive answer, he might not be able to complete the middle-aged woman's request.
When the middle-aged woman heard this, her expression finally changed and she spoke.
"You said something I understand."
Kumu verified his idea. He had encountered this situation before. Although he knew that people would have knots in their hearts after death, and used this as an obsession to stay in the world as a soul for a period of time, this process did not happen immediately. Yes, it takes time to form a soul with obsession, but it won't be long.
During that period of time, if the body disappears, the soul will not know where the body is, and there is only one way to move the body in a short time, artificially.
As long as you think this way, you will understand what Dead Tree is afraid of.
Kumu knew in his heart that no one would move a dead person without any reason, except the murderer who caused it.
Deadwood looked at the middle-aged woman with fearful eyes, and now he wanted to retreat.
He clearly felt that his breathing became heavier, and his brain involuntarily released the previous memories that were similar to the present.
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Blood seemed to appear in front of Kumu's eyes, and a hand covered with blood came towards him. At that moment, time seemed to freeze. Kumu wanted to faint so much, but the fear in his heart seemed to fix his body like a steel nail. There was nothing he could do, and he could only stare numbly ahead. Kumu felt something stirring in his chest, and wanted to break through the restraints and disembowel himself. The feeling reached its peak in the next moment, and then Dead wood doesn't remember it.
But that fear seared itself into Deadwood's mind.
The reason for that incident was also out of a desire to help, but it was the first time.
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Kumu sat on the bench, holding his forehead with one hand and only exposing his left eye.
His left eye was erratic, his gaze never stayed in one place for a second and kept wandering around. It was obvious that Kumu really cared about it.
Threadless power: 1% happiness, 12% anger, 4% sadness, 23% fear (increased from 12% to 23%)
"Can I not do it?" Kumu said his request.
The middle-aged woman saw the difficulty of the dead wood and couldn't help but sigh, "Well, I thought I finally found someone, forget it." The middle-aged woman turned around and left the place step by step.
Kumu looked at the retreating figure, and felt uncomfortable in his heart. Maybe he was helpless because he promised others but did not complete it. Kumu said to himself, but his own problems are still more important.
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the next day.
Dead wood came to the classroom listlessly. Dead wood did not have a good rest last night.
A bald boy greeted him, and Kumu's brain was in a sleepwalking state, so he didn't pay attention and responded politely.
After a long time, he finally recovered and asked, "Who are you?"
The bald boy showed Fang Hua's signature smile, "I suddenly shaved my head. No wonder you can't recognize me. I am Fang Hua."
The bald boy calls himself Fang Hua, and Kumu doubtfully asks why Fang Hua shaved off his hair.
Fang Hua smiled self-deprecatingly and began to tell the whole story.
Originally, Fang Hua's hair was black. On the day he went to school, he decided to get a haircut, but the man dyed Fang Hua's hair by mistake. He also apologized constantly after that. Fang Hua used the mentality of a good old man. Forgave him, after all, in Fang Hua's eyes, his hair was still dyed. So I came to school with a new hair color on the school day, although I was late because of it.
Fang Hua never thought that the change in hairstyle would have such a big impact on him, so Fang Hua decided to go back to the original hairstyle and shave his head.
After Kumu heard Fang Hua's story, he was quite helpless. The man who dyed Fang Hua's hair was obviously trying to trick him on purpose, just to charge him more money. In Kumu's view, Fang Hua was indeed too kind, and he felt that Fang Hua was too kind. It should be because I have never been deceived in reality, that's why it's so good.
"Good man." Kumu muttered silently, remembering what happened yesterday.
Kumu looked at Fang Hua and felt a chance to find the answer in his heart.
Kumu did not face Fang Hua, but glanced to the side and said, "Fang Hua, if you have an opportunity to help others realize their last wishes, will you do it?"
It was also the first time that Fang Hua heard Kumu ask himself such a question, and he answered it without thinking.
"Dang ah go back."
"What if it will harm yourself?" Kumu asked.
"Then I will go too." Fang Hua replied decisively.
"Why." Kumu asked again.
"Because I follow my heart, doesn't it all depend on whether I am willing or not?" Fang Hua said his answer.
The words "Follow your heart" came to Kumu's heart. He also remembered that in the past, he would help others without hesitation no matter what, regardless of whether they were humans or ghosts.
"Then when did it start to change?" Kumu asked this question in his heart.
After being deceived many times by others, I gradually began to change. I became more suspicious and would deliberately go in a bad direction when getting along with others. However, in my heart, I still wanted to help. This is I just closed my heart to prevent what happened before from happening again.
"If you ask someone like Fang Hua this kind of question, you will definitely get a good answer. Well..." Kumu unconsciously began to think in a bad direction again.
Kumu suddenly realized his state and gently slapped his face to return himself to normal.
"What's the problem?" Kumu spurred himself, and now this way of thinking has become Kumu's habit.
"Na na na, what are you talking about?" A curious and smart voice came into Kumu Fanghua's ears.
I don't know when Jiujiu came to Kumu Fanghua, put his head between Kumu Fanghua and forced him to interrupt the conversation.
Fang Hua took the lead and said, "Ordinary people's thinking about good and evil has the potential to help others realize their wishes."
Fang Hua's words made Jiujiu confused, "What???"
Jiujiu seemed to put a question mark on his head, "Can I speak human words?"
Ever since that match, Jiujiu Fanghua and he seemed to have become rivals, and would quarrel with each other inadvertently.
Kumu looked at the cheerful scene of the two, and a smile appeared on the corner of Kumu's mouth without him noticing.
"Jiujiu, Fang Hua, can you please do me a favor." Kumu stopped the two of them. Now, even if he is in conflict with his inner habits, he must oppose his heart and treat Fang Hua and Jiujiu as friends.
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It was dusk again, and the dead wood was wandering around the campus, looking for a somewhat unfamiliar figure.
The sun was about to set, and Deadwood had no choice but to resort to the last resort. This trick could only be used when there were few people. Deadwood took out the loudspeaker he had prepared in advance and prepared to play it outside, because of the special nature of his ability to "see ghosts" , even those who only have souls can hear their own words.
"Debugging is over."
Kumu picked up the loudspeaker, and at the moment when he was about to shout, he put a hand on Kumu's shoulder. Just like Kumu's name, that hand was lifeless at all, and even his skin was extremely dehydrated. And appear dry.
Kumu didn't panic, and slowly turned around. It was the face he saw for the first time, but it didn't scare Kumu anymore.
The middle-aged woman immediately lost interest when she looked at the unresponsive dead wood and returned to her normal appearance.
"Why did you come to me again? Have you changed your mind?" the middle-aged woman asked, looking at the dead wood.
"It's not a complete change of heart. If I feel it's dangerous, I will stop." Kumu's answer puts himself in the middle position, so that even if there is danger, he can withdraw and let others do it. What Kumu wants to know now is what the middle-aged woman's last wish is, so that he can realize it faster.
Kumu already has a plan in his heart, and it will all depend on him in the next period of time. He now hopes that Fang Hua and Jiu Jiu can do well.
"Others." The middle-aged woman heard this word keenly, "You also know other psychics."
Kumu smiled and did not answer directly, "Don't worry, if you do it, of course you have to do it well."
"Sorry, I haven't asked your name all this time." Kumu asked the middle-aged woman her name respectfully.
The middle-aged woman also smiled and blurted out four words.
"Bing Ling Xin Le."
