The word "Yeah", as if he gave Lao Zhou a certain kind of strength again, he began to describe to me his feelings when he first entered the basement.

He could not accurately describe this feeling. His words were very messy, and he had a confused confusion and a confusion of his own mood. He almost pieced together a passage for me in a mess.

But I still understood, because from his description, I already knew what was going on. So although Lao Zhou's words were distracted, what he had experienced in my mind was still outlined in my mind.

He said that he felt cold when he entered the basement. He didn't know why he looked at the pale and bright fluorescent light in the basement, and he began to be in a daze.

"Lao Lao, do you know the feeling of shaking lights? I don't know how to describe it to you. I just looked at the fluorescent lights in the basement and I felt that the whole light began to shake. I was just a metaphor. Of course, the lights could not shake. I swear I have hated fluorescent lights since yesterday. It was so bright, but it felt pale. In a claustrophobic environment, the lights that seemed to be cold into people's hearts in a long corridor." When Lao Zhou said this, his mental state was obviously extremely unstable.

He kept making small moves, occasionally rubbing his face, occasionally scratching his hair, and occasionally pulling his clothes anxiously, all I could do was light a cigarette and stuff it directly into his mouth. At least the smoke could calm him down with the power of numbing people's hearts.

I understand so well that it was not the so-called shaking of the light, but that his whole spirit had been affected at this moment.

In other words, a magnetic field force came to him and directly affected his brain.

What I said is very abstract, because people may be more likely to accept this statement. If they change the statement, many people will be heartbroken because of fear and become more susceptible to being affected.

Because in another way, Lao Zhou met something unclean when he entered the basement and he broke into a ghost.

Lao Zhou is a person with a very low horoscope, so I don’t find it strange that he has feelings about these things, but Lao Zhou is also a person with a strong mentality. When he is not afraid or even concentrates on thinking about other things in his heart, he is suddenly affected by such a big impact and falls into fear.

I can only comment one sentence, I'm afraid it's a bit fierce.

Thinking of this, my heart began to feel cold inside. I was not afraid that that guy was fierce. One day in a month, I met a more fierce person and didn't care. I felt cold inside, but I was glad that my friend could still sit in front of me well.

Old Zhou's messy words continued. He described and described the feeling after the light shook: "Lao San, do you believe it? At that moment, I was in a daze. I found that the corridor in front of me had become longer, very long, and the further it was darker, and I couldn't find the big room where the body was stored? I was a little anxious, and I seemed to be awake and felt that I didn't care about being afraid. I was a little stupid, even you know? I was still turning around in the same place. I remember that I touched my arm with goose bumps on it. I was thinking about how I could have goose bumps? Then before I figured it out, I felt that the light on my head turned green."

When he said this, Lao Zhou's face paled again. Obviously, his situation was similar to many people because he met him without any mental preparation. At that moment, many people were not even afraid. They only realized that they might have met or seen something unusual at that time when they recalled it.

But this situation is lucky, because it only means that the ghost is not that harmful, or just accidentally broke through, and you are not the creditor it is looking for.

As for Lao Zhou's situation, I touched my chin. I think it shouldn't be that simple. I shouldn't want to harm him, but it makes him feel his existence, so he must have some wishes.

The lights could not have turned green, but Lao Zhou fell into some kind of hallucination. The words he used to describe this illusion to me were very messy. I roughly sorted out and it should be like this.

At the moment when the lights turned green, Lao Zhou finally felt a little scared, but he didn't know why, but he insisted on walking forward. While walking, he was still wondering, shouldn't normal people turn around and leave this cold and dark corridor with green light? Why did he continue to move forward?

This situation of not being able to control itself is very bad. No matter how dull Lao Zhou is, he already feels something is wrong at this time.

What's worse is that at this time he heard the vague voice of a woman who seemed to be suppressed. He helped me find him, begged you to help me find him. The voice was very unclear. It felt like you were in the house, and then there were a few rooms where someone was singing. You didn't listen to it in detail, and you didn't know where the sound came from, but the singing really existed.

Lao Zhou was a little confused. I found him? Who did he find? Where is the sound?

"I'm not sure if I was talking at that time? Third, my memory is very messy. I seem to be talking to myself. Who is he? Why are he looking for him? I seem to repeat this kind of words several times, but I'm not sure if I really said this. " Old Zhou began to smile bitterly, with a very helpless expression. Because of the careful recollection, the fear remaining in his eyes had almost become substantial.

I can understand this feeling, just like the first time I felt stronger than him and more strange than him. At the beginning of the matter, it was actually the feeling of a troupe singing downstairs, which made people even more devastating.

"Be calm, you are a doctor. You know that you must be more self-resolute in hallucinations. Only by being self-affirmed can you get rid of it." While speaking, I poured Lao Zhou a glass of water and handed it to him. In fact, not all doctors are psychologists, and they can have this kind of cognition. I just give Lao Zhou a little self-affirmation.

If necessary, I don't even mind that your white coat is actually a "weapon" full of a certain kind of aura. At critical moments, it can help you suppress ghosts a little.

However, I think that saying this will bring greater psychological shadow to Lao Zhou.

"Well, third brother, you also say it's an hallucination, so I feel much more relieved. I feel that I must have been unstable that day, and I was actually a little scared when I entered the basement, and some triggers it." Lao Zhou took a sip of water and began to try to analyze himself. Unfortunately, he is an internal medicine doctor, not a psychologist, and he is not a psychologist, and he is not a reliable one.

But I listened to him patiently, because only this constant self-affirmation and self-comfort can prevent him from collapsing because of the instantaneous pressure.

After saying a long mental analysis, Lao Zhou also drank the water in the water cup. Then he seemed to feel a little more comfortable, and the following words were not so messy. He told me: "If it's just a sound, it's fine. When I didn't know if I was asking or talking, I suddenly saw a blood stain on the wall extending continuously. It's like this, that's right, you know that when we were young, we were dirt on our hands, just like mud or something? There was no paper around us, so I put my hands on the wall and rubbed the mud on my hands with the wall while walking. The blood stain that inexplicably appeared was a human finger mark. Then, with constant eyes, it felt like someone was rubbing the blood stain on his hands with the wall."

"Hmm." I didn't know how to evaluate this passage, and my brows also frowned. If I followed my previous judgment, what is the purpose of finding Lao Zhou's guy? What does it mean to let Lao Zhou "see" such a picture?

"The color of the blood is dull and has a sticky feeling, do you know? That is to say it is definitely not fresh blood." Lao Zhou began to get irritated again, then grabbed his hair and continued to say: "Then I saw a hand, a very blurry hand. I felt that I wanted to try hard to see clearly that it was the owner of the hand. Who left this mark on the wall, but I felt that I couldn't see clearly at all, right, right, I seemed to hear the very rhythmic footsteps of "KaKaKa" at that time. Should it be a man? I'm not sure I want to follow the footsteps and go with it.

At the last moment, I even seemed to have seen a pair of shoes, either shoes or feet walking alone. It was so weird that I could only see the shoes and some of the calves I wanted to see clearly again. I was very clear and sure." When Lao Zhou said this, he was a little excited. He stood up suddenly, put his hands on the counter, leaning forward at me, and said, "Lao San, you have to believe me, I heard the cat's meow, just like a chirping chirping, and after screaming clearly, I could not see anything."

"A cat moaning like a spring?" I couldn't help but start sorting out the whole incident. I didn't notice Lao Zhou's feelings for a while. When I realized it, I immediately comforted Lao Zhou with certainty: "Well, of course I believe it."

"I just said that cats are evil-proof." Lao Zhou got my affirmation, as if a child had received the affirmation of the teacher, and then sat down with a murmur. He did not notice that when he said the words "I fear-proof", some kind of firm belief he had established was collapsing.

Actually, I don’t want to remind him that cats are better than dogs to ward off evil spirits. In addition, what I don’t want to remind him is that everything is absolutely true. In a place like the basement, can it be normal to hear cats clearly?

Lao Zhou rubbed his forehead tiredly, and then said in a nagging manner: "Everything is normal, should I be happy, right? But when I found myself awake, I was already standing at the door of the basement where the corpse was stored. I wanted to leave at that time, but I really wanted to leave. But the third brother, but I was so stupid that I took out the key very calmly and opened the door of the basement."

Lao Zhou looked very painful. As he spoke, he suddenly looked up at me and said, "Then, I saw that scene, a disgusting scene! In the entire basement where the corpse was stored, next to the large pool in Formalin, it turned into a slaughterhouse, with blood stains. I am not sure if there is minced meat and a broken body in front of me. It is too dazzling."

"Are you afraid of corpses?" I was wondering why this scene gave Lao Zhou such a strong psychological impact.

"No, I'm not afraid, but when you find a human body, which is treated like a dish, and is eaten by a picky child, picky and picky child, how do you feel?" Lao Zhou suddenly said this to me, and then he retching.
Chapter completed!