Chapter 188: Modern Supernatural World (End)

Ji Changze grabbed the pigeon that had been whining and scolding him out of the yard: "It's all like this, don't you cooperate?"
The pigeons are very loud and super angry: "Cuckoo!"
Although the language is impractical, Ji Changze has reason to suspect that it is scolding himself.
"it is good."
"You are scolding me right, it doesn't matter, I have a good temper, I don't care about you, Han Qiao Wang Zhengjiao, go, go out and buy something for barbecue and come back, we will eat roasted pigeons tonight."
"Coo."
The pigeons struggling are frozen.
Seeing that the two students were actually obedient to go out, it was not terrified, nor was it struggling, nor did it swear.
Seeing this, Ji Changze asked: "Can we talk now?"
The pigeon nodded reluctantly.
Then Ji Changze threw it into the house, another burst of smoke appeared, the dove disappeared, and the middle-aged male ghost appeared again.
He really wanted to turn around and run, but Lao Chao is here. This Liao Jing (Ji Changze) doesn't look so fool-proof. He died once, should he die a second time?
Zuo Siyou thought it was still a small life, and finally greeted the three again with a stinky face.
This time it was no longer the dusty ground, messy and even spider webs, but it was spotless, neat and bright everywhere, and there were all kinds of food and drink on the table, all kinds of electrical appliances.
Because following Ji Changze, the two students became courageous and asked carefully: "Teacher, there is electricity in another dimension? It looks really good here."
In response to Ji Changze's reply, the middle-aged male ghost had already lost his temper: "How could there be electricity? There was nowhere to squeeze, there was no resources, where to get electricity."
He died young (in his own opinion), originally thought that the worst thing after death was to disappear. It was unexpected that there was no worst and worse. After his death, he actually came to such a place where there is nothing. It seems to be modern. Can people feel uncomfortable in ancient times?
Therefore, when people in the world speak in such a curious and yearning tone, the anger will not hit one spot.
"You children just don't know how to cherish life. You die everywhere when you are alive. When you die, you know how precious life is. You also come to challenge the haunted house. You don't see if your little arms and legs can't stand it."
The middle-aged male ghost said more and more angry, there is quite a kind of indignation that can't eat grapes.
Because of its ghost identity, the two students dared not talk back, and could only hide behind Teacher Ji and promised carefully.
Ji Changze sat on the sofa, listening patiently to the middle-aged male ghost teaching two children there, and waiting for it to finish the topic, before suddenly realizing that he was holding it in the palm of his hand and glanced at it. Ji Changze, his face angry again, "actively" self-reported.
The information I checked before is correct. He is a novel author. He was almost forty-five years old when he died. When he was young, he did n’t like to go out because he did n’t like to go out. He did n’t make any friends. Naturally, there was no girlfriend. .
He just wrote from the age of 25 to the age of forty-five, from the small transparent Xiaoping Street to the level of the great god. Although there are countless readers in the novel circle, he has not made friends because he is used to a person. It is shrinking in his house to write novels, read novels, play games, and watch anime. If he is hungry, he will order takeout. The house needs to be cleaned to find an aunt. Although it seems to others that he is lonely, he actually feels that he is very moist. .
He had already planned his future in the first place, and when he couldn't write anything, he didn't write anymore. Over the years, he also saved a lot of savings. When that time came, he found a good nursing home and lived in.
As a result, staying up all night may be due to too much physical load, and the heart is not holding the pick, and he can't do it. He has no time for pain, so he burps.
Speaking of which, the middle-aged male ghost feels regretful.
He has always known that staying up late is not easy, he knows that staying up late is prone to sudden death, and he also knows that it is unhealthy to work and eat. Meals are not a good way of life, but he always feels that he will not be so unlucky. It may be said that if you die, you die.
Who knows, if you really die, you die.
And because there were no relatives and friends during his lifetime, even if he had died for so long, no one would find that the novels he wrote were countless readers. It stands to reason that he should have discovered the readers for a long time without updating.
It ’s also common to write a book that does n’t want to be written, and it just disappears for a few months. When it comes to the next book, it will come back if there is nothing to do. If the reader asks, he will pretend to be dead. Nor can I rush out and hit him.
The one who pretended to be dead pretended to live quickly, but the result was a tragedy.
Old readers have long been accustomed to his disappearance, and they have comforted new readers as coming over: It ’s okay, this garbage is just thinking of pigeons again, and he will come back naturally when he has a new book he wants to write.
Then his body lay rotten in this house so quietly that it was discovered by others because it was too stinky.
And he himself, no, the ghost was unable to bear the daily life of another dimension during this time, and he found it hard after returning. When he came back, he saw that his home was occupied by a group of homeless people. Pulling them directly into the illusion he fabricated, that is what Ji Changze saw before them.
The homeless people didn't care about picking the wrong one, they were directly scared to the spot, they were pulled into its novel world, and became the protagonist.
"I really didn't make any terrible plot for them. You said I'm a ghost now, I can't watch TV or play mobile phones, I can't even read this book, I just hold it in the house every day and I don't know what to do. , Just when they came to the door, I tried to let them show the plot to me, who knows that because they let me play the books I pitted, they were stuck in the last chapter when they finally left, non-stop I repeated the last sentence of the last action I wrote. Although I was angry, I did n’t want to kill anyone. I killed people and turned them into ghosts. I came to ask if it was embarrassing for me to kill them. I really couldn't figure out how to solve this problem, so I got them out, hoping that the hospital could cure them. "
"I'm really wrong. They broke into my house. I'm passive defense, OK."
"There are these two children. I was asleep at night. They came in like a thief. I refrained from it and did n’t come out to scare them to death. They are already very kind. Who knows they will get rid of it? s things."
He then started chattering again, saying that he later found that he could use imagination to transform his house, for example, he could imagine an apple being eaten. Of course, there will certainly be no real apples, but it does n’t matter, as long as he imagines Just taste the apple.
Ji Changze could have heard it. This guy must be suffocating. How could he beep so much? He asked only two sentences, and it was almost the end of his life.
"Okay, don't beep, you closed the door on them, and I will teach you how to get those tramps back to normal."
The middle-aged male ghost stunned for a while: "Return to normal? They are not normal and have a relationship with me. You are not sincere in using this to exchange. It should be beneficial to me in any way."
Ji Changze took out his mobile phone, found it for a few seconds, and handed it to him.
"Give me a mobile phone? But I have a different dimension than you, and I can't play it with me ..."
He looked at the picture of the roasted pigeon on his phone and his voice stopped abruptly.
Ji Changze: "Do you especially want to help now?"
The middle-aged male ghost nodded hatefully.
When he got out, he stood at the door and waved at the three people; "Goodbye, goodbye."
But don't come again, it's nothing, even if you die, you won't be safe.
No, they won't kill a carbine again. It's still an insurance point. They have been standing here and watching them really go far to be at ease.
Ji Changze glanced back at it, and focused on the two students around him: "Did you see it? Even if it is not pleasant to get along, it is reluctant to let us go, and it is still saying goodbye. Hope we will come again next time. This is the dead. The world is boring, boring, and endless darkness. Do you want to cherish life well? "
The two students turned their heads and glanced at the middle-aged male ghost who waved at them at the door and the bright lights beside his house, even though they had walked so far.
Seeing their obedient nods, Ji Changze took out his phone and found a roaring sound for them to listen to.
After listening, the two students stared at each other for a moment, and then looked at the original bright and magnificent house. It had turned into the old dilapidated weeds again. Naturally, the middle-aged male ghost could no longer be seen.
From then on, they no longer have to worry about where a little ghost suddenly emerged from to toss themselves, and if not unexpected, they will not be exposed to such things in this life, until they die, and then become a member of the black light.
The four parents praised Ji Changze for ten minutes each, and even recorded it with a mobile phone and sent it over. He even sent a golden banner to his home.
And it was such a coincidence that while they were frantically thanking Ji Changze's family, Ji Changze's psychologist was hurriedly coming.
He felt that his patient was in serious condition. He actually told him that people and ghosts are in two dimensions of one world. In fact, few people can be alone, because even if they hide in a place where there is no one, there is still another dimension. A Piao is watching him.
Ji Changze also said that he felt his rights of infringement had been violated / offended, so he was recently studying how to scare A Piao of another dimension from appearing in his place.
Psychologist:"……"
It's unclear what this is.
Ji Changze refused to come to the clinic again. He was also responsible. He was worried about what went wrong, so he hurried over. As a result, he ran into the scene of sending pennants.
The four parents saw him in a daze, and Ji Changze was still calm; "It's okay, he's also informed."
Oh! It turned out to be someone who knows about another dimension!
The parents felt relieved and continued to be grateful to Teacher Ji who saved their children from the fire.
Psychologist who listened to an ear ghost, exorcism, and dimension: "..."
Waiting for the four parents to thank and leave, he hurried out and looked up and down.
It doesn't seem to have mental problems.
"Well, may I ask, did Mr. Ji tell you another dimension, and also say that people will go to that dimension after death?"
The parents nodded happily: "No, Teacher Ji is really capable. If it weren't for him, where could our children be so good."
Psychologist; "... you believe it?"
The people in front of him looked at him with surprised eyes: "Why not believe it?"
"No, don't you think that these words are a little too ... beyond ordinary people's thinking?"
He actually wanted to say that you do n’t think Mr. Ji has a mental problem? But the professional ethics of the psychologist prevented him from speaking of Ji Changze's mental illness without any special circumstances, and he could only ask such a vague and subtle sentence.
"I think, of course I do."
The four parents looked at no one, so they carefully waved and let the psychiatrist come over and said to him in a low voice: "Actually ... we suspect that Teacher Ji is a kind of hermit, you know, just like him. "
Psychologist:"……"
Seeing his face choked with speechlessness, the parents expressed understanding and patted him on the shoulder: "It's okay, you can't accept it for a while now, it's normal, after all, you are just an ordinary person, just slowly . "
Psychologist:"……"
Looking back, Ji Changze was smiling gently at him: "The doctor is here, let's talk about it, just as my experiment has yielded results."
Inexplicably, the psychologist had a hunch that he might never be able to cure Mr. Ji's illness. You are a genius, remember for a second: NBA Novel Network, EbookFREE.me