Ji Changze grabbed the pigeon that had been cooing and scolding him and walked out of the yard: "Things are like this, why don't you cooperate?"
The pigeon was very loud and angry: "Coo coo coo coo!!"
Although he didn't understand the language, Ji Changze had reason to suspect that it was scolding him.
"good."
"You are scolding me, right? It doesn't matter. I have a good temper and won't argue with you. Han Qiao and Wang Zhengjiao, go and buy things for barbecue. Let's eat roasted pigeon tonight."
"Gu Gu."
The struggling pigeon froze.
Seeing that the two students actually obeyed and went out, it was so frightened that it stopped struggling and no longer cursed.
Seeing this, Ji Changze asked: "Can we talk now?"
The pigeon nodded reluctantly.
Ji Changze then let go and threw it into the house. Another burst of smoke appeared, the pigeon disappeared, and the middle-aged male ghost appeared again.
He really wanted to turn around and run away, but his lair was right here, and this gangster (Ji Changze) didn't seem to be that easy to fool. He had already died once, so was he going to die a second time
After thinking about it, his life was at stake, and finally he welcomed the three people in again with a stinking face.
This time, the inside was no longer dusty, cluttered and even had spider webs everywhere. Instead, it was spotless, clean and bright everywhere, and there were all kinds of food and drinks on the table, as well as all kinds of electrical appliances.
Because they were following Ji Changze, the two students became bolder and asked cautiously: "Teacher, is there electricity in another dimension? It looks really good here."
Before Ji Changze could answer, the middle-aged male ghost replied angrily: "How can there be electricity? It's so crowded there that you can't even touch the ground. There are no resources. Where can you get electricity?"
He died young (in his own opinion). He originally thought that the worst thing after his death would be to disappear, but he didn't expect that there would be something worse than the worst. After his death, he ended up in a place with nothing, just like modern times. Can a person not feel uncomfortable if he wears it in ancient times
Therefore, when I see living people speaking in such a curious and yearning tone, I don't get angry at all.
"You kids just don't know how to cherish life. You go around trying to die when you are alive. When you die, you will know how precious life is. You come to challenge the haunted house without seeing if your little arms and legs can withstand the torture."
The middle-aged male ghost became angrier and angrier as he talked, with a kind of indignation like saying grapes are sour before they can eat them.
Because of its ghost identity, neither of the two students dared to talk back, so they could only hide behind Teacher Ji and carefully agree.
Ji Changze sat on the sofa and listened patiently to the middle-aged male ghost teaching the two children. He waited for it to finish talking about the topic, and then suddenly realized that he was holding it in the palm of his hand and took a look. Ji Changze's face became indignant again, and he "took the initiative" to report his family status.
The information I checked before is correct. He was a novel author. He was almost forty-five when he died. When he was young, he was too homely to go out and didn't like to socialize. He didn't make many friends. Naturally, he didn't have a girlfriend. .
He wrote from the age of twenty-five to forty-five, from a transparent little street boy to a master-level writer. Although he has countless readers in the novel circle, he still has not made friends because he is used to being alone. Everyday life He just curls up in his room to write novels, read novels, play games and watch anime, order takeout when he is hungry, and look for his aunt when the house needs cleaning. Although others may think he is living a lonely life, in fact he has always felt that he is living a very nourishing life. .
Originally, he had already planned his future, and would stop writing when he could no longer write anything. He had accumulated a lot of savings over the years, and when the time came, he would find a good nursing home to live in, and he would still have food, drink, and care.
As a result, he stayed up late one night, probably because his body was overloaded and his heart couldn't hold on and stopped working. He didn't even have time to feel the pain, so he just burped.
Speaking of this, the middle-aged male ghost felt that he quite regretted it.
He has always known that staying up late is not good, that staying up late can lead to sudden death, and that work and rest are unhealthy. Eating takeout for every meal is not a good way of life, but he has always felt that he will not be so unlucky. He is only forty-five years old, and he is still in the prime of life. Why? Maybe he will die.
Who knows, I might actually die.
And because he had few relatives and friends during his lifetime, no one found out even after he died for such a long time. The novels he wrote have countless readers. It stands to reason that readers should have discovered it long ago if he did not update for such a long time. However, he is a cheater.
It’s common for someone to stop writing a book and disappear for a few months when they don’t want to write it. When it’s time to write the next book, they’ll come back shamelessly as if nothing happened. If a reader asks, they’ll pretend to be dead. Anyway, no matter how angry the readers are over the Internet, You can't rush out and hit him.
Pretending to be dead before seemed very happy, but it would be tragic if he actually died.
Old readers have long been accustomed to his disappearance, and they comfort new readers as someone who has been through it: It's okay, this trash is just missing him again, and he will come back when he has a new book he wants to write.
Then his body lay silently in the house until it rotted, and was only discovered by others because it smelled too bad.
And it himself, no, during this period of time, the ghost found it because he couldn't stand the daily life in another dimension. When he came back, he saw that his home was occupied by a group of homeless people, and he was very angry. He directly pulled them into the illusion he made up, the same one Ji Changze and the others saw before.
The tramps had no intention of finding fault, and were frightened to death. They were pulled into its novel world and became the protagonists in it.
"I really didn't give them any too scary plot. You said that now that I have become a ghost, I can't watch TV or play with my mobile phone. I can't even read a book. I really don't know what to do if I stay in the house every day. , they happened to deliver it to my door, so I tried to let them act out the plot for me. Who knows, because the books I asked them to act out were all books that I had cheated on, and when I finally left, they were all stuck on the last chapter, and they couldn’t stop. I repeated the last action and the last sentence I wrote. Although I was angry, I didn't want to kill anyone. After killing someone, they turned into ghosts and came to me to ask if I killed them. How embarrassing it was for them. After struggling for a long time, they turned into ghosts. I really couldn’t figure out how to solve this problem, so I took them out and hoped that the hospital could cure them.”
"I'm really unjust. They broke into my house. I'm doing passive defense, okay?"
"There are also these two children. It was late at night when I was sleeping. They came in like thieves. I resisted and didn't come out and scared them to death. They were already very kind. Who knew they would mess with others? s things."
He then started to ramble again, saying that he later discovered that he could transform his house through imagination. For example, he could imagine eating an apple. Of course, there would definitely not be a real apple, but it didn't matter, as long as he imagined it Just make it taste like apple.
Ji Changze finally heard it. This guy must have been holding back his breath. How could he beep so well? He only asked a few questions, but it had already almost finished chatting its whole life.
"Okay, stop beeping, you close the door on them, and I will teach you how to make those homeless people return to normal."
The middle-aged male ghost was slightly startled: "Return to normal? They are not having a normal relationship with me. It is too insincere for you to use this in exchange. You must get something beneficial to me no matter what."
Ji Changze took out his cell phone, searched for it for a few seconds, and then handed it to it.
"Give me a mobile phone? But my dimension is different from yours, so I can't play with it..."
He looked at the picture of roasted squab on his phone and his voice stopped suddenly.
Ji Changze: "Are you particularly eager to help now?"
The middle-aged male ghost nodded bitterly.
When it was finished and went out, it stood at the door and waved to the three of them; "Goodbye, goodbye."
Don't come here again. What's wrong with this? Even if you die, you won't be able to live in peace.
No, they won't try to fight back. It's still a safe point. Only by standing here and watching them really go away can you feel at ease.
Ji Changze glanced back at it and taught the two students next to him with serious words: "Did you see it? Even if we don't get along well, it is reluctant to let us go. It still says goodbye and hopes that we will come back next time. This is the deceased. The world is boring, boring, and never-ending darkness. You should cherish life, you know?"
The two students turned around and glanced at the middle-aged male ghost who was still standing at the door waving to them even though they had walked so far. The bright lights beside his house revealed a sense of loneliness.
Seeing them nodding obediently, Ji Changze took out his mobile phone, found a rooster crow sound effect and played it to them.
After listening, the two students' vision was dazed for a moment. When they looked at the originally bright and magnificent house, it had returned to its previous dilapidated and overgrown appearance. Naturally, the middle-aged male ghost could no longer be seen.
From then on, they no longer have to worry about a kid suddenly appearing out of nowhere to torment them. If nothing unexpected happens, they will never come into contact with such a thing again in this life, and will wait until they die before becoming a member of the Black Light.
Each of the four parents praised Ji Changze for ten minutes. They even recorded it on their mobile phones and sent it to him. They even sent a shiny golden banner to his home.
And it was such a coincidence that when they were frantically thanking Ji Changze at his home, Ji Changze's psychiatrist was rushing over.
He felt that his patient's condition was serious, so he actually told him that humans and ghosts are in two dimensions of the same world. In fact, few people can be alone, because even if they hide in a place without people, there is still another dimension. Ah Piao is looking at him.
Ji Changze also said that he feels that his privacy rights have been violated, so he is currently studying a way to scare A Piao from another dimension from appearing where he is.
Psychologist:"… "
The illness is unclear.
Ji Changze refused to come back for diagnosis and treatment. He was also a responsible person. He was worried that something would go wrong, so he hurried over. As a result, he ran into the banner delivery site.
The four parents were stunned when they saw him, but Ji Changze remained calm; "It's okay, he is also an insider."
oh! It turns out that he is also someone who knows about things in another dimension!
The parents immediately felt relieved and continued to thank Teacher Ji wildly for saving their children from the fire and water.
A psychiatrist who listened to ghosts, exorcisms, and dimensions: "..."
Waiting until the four parents had thanked them profusely and wanted to leave, he hurriedly followed them out and looked up and down first.
It doesn't look like he has a mental problem.
"Well, may I ask, did Mr. Ji tell you about another dimension and 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, how could our children be so well-behaved?"
Psychiatrist; "...do you believe it??"
Everyone in front of him looked at him in surprise: "Why don't you believe it?"
"No, don't you think these words are a bit too...beyond ordinary people's thinking?"
What he actually wanted to say was, don't you think Mr. Ji has a mental problem? However, the psychiatrist's professional ethics prevented him from telling Ji Changze's mental illness without special circumstances, so he could only ask vaguely and implicitly.
"I think so, of course I do."
The four parents looked around and saw that no one was around. Then they carefully waved the psychiatrist over and whispered to him: "Actually... we suspect that Teacher Ji is a kind of hermit master, you know the sweeping monk, that's what he is."
Psychologist:"… "
Seeing his expression of being choked and unable to speak, the parents expressed their understanding and patted his shoulders: "It's okay. It's normal that you can't accept it for a while. After all, you are just an ordinary person. You will get better slowly." .”
Psychologist:"… "
When he turned around, Ji Changze was smiling gently at him: "The doctor is here, let's talk. It just so happens that my experiment has produced results."
Inexplicably, the psychiatrist had a premonition that he might never be able to cure Mr. Ji's illness.