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Three days passed in a leisurely and unhurried manner.
During the past three days, Xu Qinglang was busy looking for a new shop. People had already died twice in this abandoned commercial center. Setting up the shop here was simply to make him feel uncomfortable. According to Zhou Ze's opinion, whether he is willing to move out with him, he can help Zhou Ze find a new facade by the way, Zhou Ze's response to this is noncommittal.
? On the one hand, Zhou Ze doesn¡¯t pay much attention to the popularity of the living people around the bookstore, but on the other hand, without the juice prepared by Xu Qinglang,
Eating can become a problem again.
Another thing happened in the past three days, that is, the police found suicide notes at the homes of Mr. Chen and Ms. Liu, as well as their wedding photos.
However, the wedding photos are in black and white, and the contents of the suicide note are even more difficult for ordinary people to understand.
They met together to die in love and ended their own lives in a horrific way. In the suicide note, they apologized to other members of the Horror Story Lovers Association for the trouble and investigation they caused, and at the same time explained that this is the real horror. story.
They met because of their love for "horror", so naturally they have to prove their love in the most "scary" way.
These news also spread to the Internet, which caused an uproar in the public opinion, and at the same time sparked discussions again. Many big Vs waved their whips again to criticize those horror and suspense movies and novels. Look, this is misleading people. , these things should be banned.
But in fact, it should be the ancient love stories of Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai that should be banned, because these stories eulogize the theme of martyrdom, which has led to people in later generations to imitate martyrdom.
The woman named Tang Shi stayed on the second floor. After treating her injury and waiting for three days, Zhou Ze finally came to her and promised her that he had already done it. Now it was the other party's turn to complete the conditions.
"Those two people, did they really commit suicide?"
Tang Shi was still lying there, with many bandages on her body, looking like a female mummy. There was really no way to pay attention to any aesthetic issues, just because her original injuries were too serious and too dense.
"Yes." Zhou Ze nodded.
"I sensed it when they were playing the pen fairy game." Tang Shi looked at Zhou Ze. It's a ghost.
In fact, when the woman was about to jump off the building on the first night, I manipulated the white skirt on my body to stop it, but she made up her mind and I was too weak to stop her, so she jumped down anyway. "
Zhou Ze didn't speak.
"Ignorant men and women always think that death is a very beautiful thing, but it is estimated that they should regret it in hell now. Hell is a terrible place, enough to make most suicides regret cursing themselves for being stupid."
Speaking,
Tang Shi paused, and continued: "You are much luckier than us, you have never experienced the real horror of hell."
"It's time to get down to business." Zhou Ze reminded.
"What is your heart?" Tang Shi asked.
"Otherwise?"
"Do you feel that your heart is gone?"
Zhou Ze nodded.
"But it can't be gone. There are many incredible things in this world, but generally speaking, there is still a line of checks and balances.
For example, you can see the wounds on my body. The policemen who ran out of the underworld, what they left on me were also things like black feather mercury water talisman paper. Their images are in the eyes of ordinary people. It is very mysterious and tall;
But in fact, just like goddesses have to go to the toilet after all, aside from the mystery that they can enter and exit hell, they are actually very ordinary.
What's more, they are far from having the ability to move mountains and seas like those characters described in so-called super movies or fantasy novels.
Of course, I am not sure that no one has this ability, but I am sure that there is such an ability, it cannot leave hell. "
"So, what exactly do you want to explain?" Zhou Ze asked.
"About the matter of you losing your heart, you told me that you probably can't eat, just like us, these days I see that when you eat, you barely swallow it with extremely sweet and sour drinks of."
Zhou Ze nodded.
"But you said that when you ate your own heart, you didn't feel the slightest discomfort, and even felt that there was somethingAt least it also affected myself a little bit.
"Are you asleep?" Zhou Ze asked.
Wang Ke didn't answer.
"May I have your name?"
"Wang Ke."
It's a novel feeling, Zhou Ze doesn't have much experience in this area, but at this time, it seems that he doesn't need much experience.
"you¡¡"
Suddenly, Zhou Ze felt his vision blurred, and vaguely, he seemed to hear a man asking himself:
"Do you think you need a conscience?"
Zhou Ze was a little dazed, but he still said: "You may get bad rewards for doing good deeds."
"So, deep down in your heart, you actually reject the behavior you have always upheld before." The man's voice came again.
Next, there was a long conversation, and Zhou Ze himself was a little ignorant, as if the conversation and questions and answers had nothing to do with him.
In front of him, there was a pot, in which was boiling soup, with big bones boiled in it, and the flavor of the soup was strong.
"Hey!"
The pocket watch fell from Zhou Ze's hand to the ground,
Zhou Ze slowly opened his eyes,
Wang Ke behind the desk also opened his eyes. His eyes were bloodshot and he looked very tired.
"Did it work?" Zhou Ze asked.
Wang Ke nodded, shook his head again, and said apologetically:
"Your problem is a bit complicated. In fact, you are the one who really struggles with conscience. It may be that some things you have experienced recently have loosened your original beliefs. Coupled with external forces, a knot has formed. .¡±
Zhou Ze nodded when he heard the words, thoughtfully.
"By the way, did you ask me any questions?" Wang Ke asked suddenly.
This kind of hypnosis is mutual. In fact, what Wang Ke practiced on Zhou Ze was superficial hypnosis, while Wang Ke completely revealed his heart to Zhou Ze.
"I didn't ask because I only saw a pot of broth, are you hungry?"
"Yes, I'm hungry." Wang Ke nodded.
Immediately afterwards, Wang Ke took Zhou Ze to the kitchen, opened the pressure cooker, and there was a big row of stews in it.
"Come on, let's eat a little together, it's like reminiscing about our childhood."
Zhou Ze suddenly felt a little unreal,
A wealthy psychology expert cooks a pot of rice at home happily. This scene always makes people feel that something is wrong.
Even, Zhou Ze felt a little nauseated in his chest.
"I won't eat."
Zhou Ze subconsciously took a few steps back and exited the kitchen.
Wang Ke was concentrating on making dipping ingredients, and said, "Let's eat some with my brother."
"You can eat it yourself." Zhou Ze still refused, his eyes glanced at the pressure cooker and the big row that was constantly tumbling in the pot from time to time.
"You're welcome, this is my carefully selected meat, it must taste good." Wang Ke continued to invite.
"Where is sister-in-law?" Zhou Ze asked.
Wang Ke's hand holding the plate trembled suddenly, his expression a little unnatural,
But still said: "She has gone to do her hair."
"Oh." Zhou Ze was noncommittal.
Then, Zhou Ze glanced at the pressure cooker again.
The nausea and nausea in the chest seem to be increasing.
"Honey, you're cooking broth again." At this time, a woman's voice came from the entrance.
Zhou Ze turned his head and saw her, and suddenly felt a feeling of a big stone falling to the ground.
It's because I think too much.
"Yeah, that's my hobby." Wang Ke said with a smile.
The woman walked up to Zhou Ze, and said helplessly, "It's unbelievable, the hobby of the psychology master is to find a spare time to cook a pot of broth for himself, even if he can't eat it at all, he still enjoys this kind of satisfaction. "
"It's okay." Zhou Ze pursed his lips, "The conditions were not good when I was a child, but when I grow up, my dream will come true."
"Come, have a drink."
Wang Ke served a bowl of soup, which was sprinkled with minced garlic and chopped green onion, and also added two drops of sesame oil and some white pepper powder.
When Zhou Ze picked up the soup and was hesitating whether to force himself to drink some,
But suddenly noticed,
The woman standing by her side,
She is walking on tiptoe,
One step, two steps, three steps,
She walked to the pressure cooker, helped Wang Ke to fill the soup, and said at the same time:
"Eat more, don't waste it." (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com)He walked to the pressure cooker, helped Wang Ke to fill the soup, and at the same time exhorted:
"Eat more, don't waste it." (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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