Chapter 282

Zhou Ze's body slowly tightened to ease down, and the sweat on his forehead kept dripping.

People who have been under half body anesthesia should have a similar feeling, that is, the part of your operation has lost consciousness and can't feel pain, but when the doctor operates on you, you can have a vague feeling, not pain, but that feeling is strange and uncomfortable.

Zhou Ze slowly calmed down,

Even if the woman still entangles herself and calls herself "husband",

Even if the two children are still cutting open their stomachs, forget it. They are still picky.

About things like fantasy, Zhou Ze talked with little Luoli specially. Little Luoli also said that fantasy is a very low-level existence, and the higher level is called enchantment. When encountering fantasy, one's own calm is often the most important.

Only when people are calm, can their eyes really see things, and in the illusion, it will design various scenes to stimulate you to produce other emotions.

The most common thing is that just after your wife or parents die, your wife and parents appear to shout at you, or just after you encounter some setbacks, you will encounter that scene again.

Little Luoli also said that there is a special layer of hell in hell. The punishment in it is to let people with sins reincarnate their most painful and most unwilling to recall that day every day, which is neither over nor over.

From deep breathing to slowing down your breathing rhythm.

Zhou Ze forgot the woman behind him and the two children in front of him.

Gradually, he began to transcend.

Boss Zhou has experienced a lot of fantasy times. He also has a Book of yin and Yang, which is the culmination of the magic of fantasy.

What things, encountered more, it will be numb, it will be indifferent.

Zhou Ze got up slowly and walked out slowly.

He saw a man being held by a woman and two children tearing at his stomach.

That man is very strange, Zhou Ze has never seen him, and he is not like him.

The surrounding background is with a rough illusion, a bit like a "forest" made up of a drawing board in a stage play. Most of it depends on the audience's own brain.

Zhou Ze stood where he was and looked at it carefully for a while.

Looking at their actions, their expressions, their posture, their behavior,

Don't say,

It feels quite interesting.

But this fantasy is a little special. It can even have a "third-party" perspective.

After reading it for a while, I found it boring,

Zhou Ze stepped back,

Yawned,

Fingernails scraped gently on the side door panel, making a low sound,

Slowly,

The sound began to get louder and louder,

More and more harsh,

The sound was like a sharp knife, which began to pierce everything around. Finally, the picture and background in front of us began to distort and dissipate;

In the air,

There is a smell of fragrant ashes.

After stretching, Zhou Ze looked down at his stomach. Of course, it was intact.

Looking to the other side, on the floor, Zhang Yanfeng was sitting on the old Taoist, like riding a horse.

The Taoist priest was pressed under his body, and the corners of his mouth began to spit white foam.

Zhou Ze walked over and gently pricked Zhang Yanfeng with his nails. Zhang Yanfeng shivered. The color of love on his face gradually disappeared. He shook his head and stood up immediately when he saw the person under him.

Zhou Ze stabbed the Taoist priest again. The Taoist priest opened his eyes feebly. When he saw Zhang Yanfeng, he shivered. When he saw Zhou Ze, he was so moved that he almost cried.

"Boss............"

The baby was riding,

The baby is so aggrieved.

"Sorry, brother."

Zhang Yanfeng was also very embarrassed and helped the Taoist up.

Fortunately, Zhang Yanfeng rode a merry go round, rather than really galloping on the grassland. If it was the latter, it was really hard to say whether the Taoist priest could still survive.

Three people sat down on the sofa in the living room on the first floor.

The Taoist suffered a lot from flesh and blood. In fact, he was in a good mental state and had no big problems. He had been with the ghost boss for two terms and had seen many storms.

Zhang Yanfeng is still a little out of his mind. Indeed, for him, the time experienced today is equivalent to destroying his three outlooks again on the basis of the previous iron chain thing.

Zhou Ze looked at his right hand,

Hands,

It is the figure of his art.

Especially the five nails, no matter how skilled the nail salon master can't repair this feeling.

At the fingertip, a black fog was surrounding, with the palm facing down, and Zhou Ze stabbed his nails into the floor.

The black fog began to scatter around. This is the method Zhou Ze used to find ghosts.

Some ghosts are good at hiding. Even if they are bad, you can hardly find them. This method is extremely effective for ghosts and even monsters.

However,

This time,

It doesn't seem to work.

The black fog was constantly spreading, and even after it escaped around, it soon rotated back.

After Zhou Ze began to use his nails to find ghosts, the Taoist priest made a posture of being ready. This time, he vowed to jump directly at his boss if something happened,

You can't let the policeman carry himself away even if you kill him.

He is professional in catching prisoners, but the boss is more reliable in catching ghosts.

Zhou Ze shook his head, put his nails back in some doubt, gently rubbed the palm of his right hand with his left hand, and said:

"This room, no problem."

yes,

If something is here, it can't be sensed at all.

"What? Boss, do you have a fever?

no problem?

No problem. What happened to us before? "

Zhou Ze lit a cigarette and spit out a smoke ring: "I also experienced that scene, which is a little scary."

"It's not a little."

As he spoke, the Taoist priest glanced at Zhang Yanfeng with deep resentment,

His old body was almost crushed to death by him.

"Terror is terror, and weirdness is weirdness, but in fact, I didn't notice any ghost gas at all, and there was no demon gas."

"What is that?"

"I don't know." Zhou Ze shrugged. "There are many supernatural things in this world. I can't tell why this villa is caused by other reasons."

Zhang Yanfeng silently lowered his head and grabbed his hair.

"I saw the merry go round. I saw my sister and her two children."

"I saw it, too." The old Taoist echoed, "yes, there is a big Alaska!"

"Well, in fact, although I didn't see the merry go round, I did see a woman with two children, but I didn't see any dogs."

"Dog?"

At the beginning, when the old Taoist said about dogs, Zhang Yanfeng didn't react. When Zhou Ze said about dogs, Zhang Yanfeng finally woke up, as if thinking of something. He took out his mobile phone, opened the album, pointed to a photo and asked the old Taoist:

"Is that the dog?"

The old Taoist glanced at it, shook his head and said, "this is little Alaska. What I saw is a big Mac."

"Big Mac?" Zhang Yanfeng squinted.

Zhou Ze also fell into meditation, "that is, the two scenes we saw, what appeared in them, were all in reality.".

There must have been cloth dolls at home before;

A dog is a child, but it is also a dog and alaski.

Carousel, in fact, did you find it when you came in? There is a small carousel in the flower garden at the door, which needs someone to push. It is a small toy that children can sit on and play with. It can't be compared with that in the amusement park, but it does exist.

Everything in the scene actually comes from real life. "

"Boss, what exactly came to your mind? Just say it."

"The problem is, I still didn't think of anything."

Zhou Ze shook the ashes and said helplessly:

"It's so troublesome. I want to go back and persuade Yingying to sell the house. It's too troublesome to live in."

"Is this a dream?" Zhang Yanfeng suddenly said, "because dreams are the projection of reality."

"Dream?" Zhou Ze smiled, "it's not a dream."

In a low-level fantasy, it is impossible to sleep successfully. Unless Bai Yingying is around, his boss Zhou is desperately taking sleeping pills, and he can't sleep. If he can't sleep, don't mention dreaming.

"It's not a dream, but it's a projection of reality. What else can it be?"

Zhang Yanfeng was still talking to himself.

"I said, brother, if you have a specialty in technology, don't join in. It's getting more and more dangerous. Don't come alone in the future. Anyway, this house is also sold to my boss, right?"

Lao Dao said this with kindness,

Although Zhang Yanfeng almost killed him, the Taoist priest also recognized him as a good policeman. As ordinary people, good policemen are still cherished by everyone.

At this time, Zhou Ze's mobile phone rang, which was actually Bai Yingying's phone.

"Hello."

"Hum hum,

Boss, where are you? "

"I'm investigating a case with the police“

"Oh, the boss is so hard."

"What is it?"

"It's like this. I tidied up my real estate today... Oh no, when I was cleaning the house, I found the file that you asked me to hide that day."

"Oh." Zhou Ze responded, "what's the matter?"

Zhou Ze thought that Bai Yingying would say that the place where the murder occurred on this file was the villa she just bought.

But Zhou Ze was wrong,

Bai Yingying has no idea about this at all. She has bought too many houses. She only remembers the number. If she doesn't check the property ownership certificate, she simply doesn't know where to buy her house.

"Boss, I know the dead on this file."

"Know?"

Zhou Ze frowned.

"Yes, I can see her every day when I clean the bookstore?"

Is she in the bookstore?

"What do you mean?"

If a woman's ghost is in a bookstore, is Zhou Ze blind? How can he not see it?

"It's really in the bookstore. People clean the bookshelves every day. There is a row dedicated to horror suspense novels. People have seen her name.

Her name is Zhang Tianquan, and her pseudonym is even funnier. She is called the second sister-in-law of the boudoir.

Boss, every time I clean the bookshelf and see this book, people laugh and starve. "

"The second sister-in-law of the boudoir is your sister..." Zhou Ze looked at Zhang Yanfeng, "no, it's Zhang Tianquan, it's............."

"It's my sister's name."

Zhou Ze nodded and asked, "Yingying, what is the title of her book?"

Zhang Yanfeng said before that his sister usually stays at home with her children to write novels, but Zhou Ze didn't expect to actually publish books.

"The title of the book,

Call,

I love my family,

It's just the title of the book printed in blood. "