Ross has been a psychic for many years, but he has never hired a ghost, and he has never communicated with any supernatural gods. If your ex-husband will die in a car accident within a few years, or you will meet a good man in the future, it is at best a foreign fortune teller.
In fact, the skills of foreigners in this industry are very poor, and at most they use some basic common sense in psychology. For example, the opening line is often "What troubles have been bothering you recently." The whole thing is nonsense, there are still people in this world who don't have troubles
In contrast, our Chinese fortune tellers are much more powerful, like the I Ching, gossip, yin and yang, Fengshui, even if you haven’t read them all, at least you have to recite ten paragraphs and eight paragraphs, regardless of whether others understand it or not , Let's talk about him first. There is also an in-depth analysis of human nature, and the ability to observe words and emotions, which are not comparable to those foreigners.
Foreign psychic mediums usually negotiate a good price before accepting consultations. This is actually very stupid, which is equivalent to setting a threshold for themselves, while Chinese fortune-tellers are always willing to come, and finally make others willing If you hand over the money, you will have to thank him thousands of times, whether it is the grace of saving your life or the blessing of marriage. In fact, he just said a bunch of ambiguous nonsense.
The difference in the level of fooling is simply the difference between professional and amateur, but foreigners are often relatively simple, and it is a good proof that even a person like Ross who has studied psychology by himself for several years can make a living.
With his good reputation in the industry, Brother Ross was also honored to be invited by Rand today. He performed very well along the way, sitting in the back of the bus with constant convulsions, and a few fellows looked at him and nodded straight, as if watching As if he had learned a lot, Ross found it very funny. He didn't even know what he was doing, but others actually knew...
When he got to the hotel room, he set the alarm clock to 6:30, then lay down on the bed and took a nap, probably because he was exhausted from the convulsions along the way and needed to rest.
Time passed quickly. When Ross woke up, he found that it was already dark outside. He looked at his watch again and it was already ten o'clock in the evening, but the alarm clock didn't ring. Very rude.
Ross decided to go to Mr. Rand's room to apologize in person. It's not too late, and the other party should still be awake.
He was about to put on his coat, but suddenly he heard screams coming from the window. He immediately went to the window and looked out, and vaguely saw three figures moving in the parking lot. The shadows of two men dragged towards a car, a red Ferrari.
Although Ross is just a magic stick who relies on his mouth to eat, he still has a sense of justice, so he immediately rushed out of the room and ran towards the parking lot outside.
"Both scoundrels! Rose Fogg will not let your wickedness go! Ladies! Wait for me!" he shouted as he ran, like a medieval knight trying to save his princess, but He was still wearing a nightgown, which looked a little funny.
It is worth mentioning that Ross's surname "Fogg" is the same as Mr. Phileas Fogg who traveled around the world in eighty days, and he happened to be an Englishman, so he has always believed that there is a certain person flowing in his body. I don't know whether it is a fictional character or a real person, a gentleman with an adventurous spirit.
Ross rushed to the parking lot like this, but the car had already started, and before he approached, the car accelerated and drove away. Ross saw the woman struggling in the back seat, and the man sitting next to her The slap knocked her down. Before seeing the license plate clearly, the Ferrari turned and left Ross's sight.
"This group of hooligans! Thugs! They actually beat the ladies! Hey! Is there anyone! Help is needed here!" Ross turned his head and shouted towards the hotel. He felt strange when he ran downstairs just now, why he didn't meet anyone. But now it was even weirder, all the lights in the hotel were turned off, only the street lights in the parking lot were still on.
The hotel in the dark is like a huge monster, as if it wants to swallow everyone who walks into it. Rose suddenly feels chills all over his body, and an inexplicable fear strikes him. Did he bump into... a ghost? !
Ross stood at a loss in the middle of the parking lot. The bus that arrived had disappeared, and the hotel was like a dark haunted house. A street lamp beside him was his only remaining support.
"Hey, wake up." Gu Chen said, patting Ross's face.
"Ah!" Los suddenly yelled, opened his eyes, the sheets were wet with his sweat, and he panted heavily: "I... I... OH! It turned out to be just a dream."
"I don't think this is just a dream. In terms you can understand, this should be a reappearance of a certain death scene." Gu Chen sat in the corner of the room and smoked.
"You... you are Mr. Gu Chen, why are you in my room? Also, what is the reappearance of the death scene?" Ross wanted to sit up and talk, but after moving a few times, he found that he was weak. He was shocked and said: "Why can't I move? What did you do to me?"
Gu Chen still looked very decadent, and explained weakly: "The so-called reappearance of the death scene is in a place where there is a lot of resentment... Well... In your terms, it is a spiritual zone, where people may watch it in a certain state." Some scenes from many years ago may be related to the death of the ghost here, as for you not being able to move now, there is a very simple and appropriate word in Chinese—ghost pressing the bed.”
After listening to Ross, his Adam's apple twitched up and down. The fear in his heart couldn't be further increased. As the saying goes, he often walks by the river without getting his shoes wet. He started playing tricks at the age of sixteen. It has been ten years, and today he finally let him hit.
"Mr. Guchen, my Chinese is not very good... 'ghost pressing bed' means that there is a ghost pressing me on the bed to prevent me from moving?"
Gu Chen took a puff of smoke, with an idle look that had nothing to do with him: "The answer is absolutely correct."
Ross swallowed a mouthful of saliva. He has watched a lot of horror movies. They are nothing more than zombie werewolves or something. Occasionally, a ghost will come out with a murder weapon to kill people. I didn't expect this Chinese ghost to have such a weird ability...
"Mr. Gu Chen, can you do something..."
"Don't worry, dinner at seven o'clock will start in five minutes, and you still have time to change your clothes and go down with me." He said and walked to Rose's bed, muttering in his mouth, looking like he was about to spit.
"Hey, Mr. Gu Chen, what do you want to do?! Please don't play tricks at this time!" Before Ross finished speaking, Gu Chen spit on his chest.
"Well...it seems useless..."
"What are you doing!"
"Oh, to get rid of the shackles of ghosts at this time, you need to use some evil spirits, such as black cats, dog teeth, jade pendants, wind chimes and the like."
"But why did you spit on me?"
"In fact, human saliva contains yang energy, which is also a thing to ward off evil spirits, but it is the weakest kind. Obviously, it will not help your current situation. So if we use local materials now, we still have two choices."
Ross calmed down a little after hearing Gu Chen's explanation, and asked, "Which two kinds?"
"The first is boy urine."
"Sorry, my Chinese is really not very good... Are you referring to children's urine?"
"Actually, I'm referring to the urine of a virgin. Of course you're right to understand it that way. Then, Mr. Ross, I would venture to ask, are you still a virgin?"
"I'll take two!!" Ross yelled loudly, ignoring his question at all, obviously letting him wet his own bed or having another person urinate on his bed was not acceptable to him.
"Okay then." Gu Chen rummaged through Ross's luggage and found a Swiss Army Knife, which is a very convenient tool, and Ross usually carries it with him.
Gu Chen sneered and walked to Ross, his eyes were like a butcher's looking at a piece of meat on a cutting board.
"Mr. Guchen! What are you going to do again!?"
"Among the things that ward off evil, the most powerful thing is masculinity, that is, the blood of a man. Don't worry, I am a surgeon. I only cut a little bit of skin and will never hurt any blood vessels."
Los wanted to ask Gu Chen, "Why don't you use your own blood", but he didn't say it after all. He felt that the bad-tempered lunatic in front of him might do anything, so if he just shed a little blood, he could get rid of the current situation. In this predicament, he had no choice but to bear it by himself.
Five minutes later, Gu Chen and Ross came to the restaurant together. Most of the other guests had already arrived, and Mr. Rand had not yet appeared. As the host, showing up a little later can make those late guests less embarrassing. Proper way.
Lu Ping walked over to Gu Chen and said, "Are you in any trouble?"
"It's just a small matter, don't worry, I don't use my spiritual sense." After sitting down, Gu Chen lit his inferior cigarette again.
Although Ross is still a little scared at the moment, he is more excited. He can't wait to show off the results of his "fight" with the ghost. Although Gu Chen's wound is not big, Ross is still wrapped around his arm. He pulled the bandage around a few times, as if he thought it was quite a "man".
"Mr. Gu Chen, before dinner, I still want to ask in private, how did you get into my room? Also, how did you realize that I was in danger?"
"It's very simple. I felt Yin Qi when I stepped out of the room, so it was obviously haunted, because I couldn't use my spiritual sense to identify the location, so I opened the door of each room to see what was going on inside, and it turned out that it was the third room, I found you."
"Then how did you get the hotel room key?"
Gu Chen took something out of his pocket, put it in the palm of his hand and placed it in front of Ross: "A pin used to hold paper can open most locks in the world."
Ross obviously understood what he meant: "Mr. Gu Chen, I know that surgeons have a pair of skillful hands, but your technique is really amazing, can you take the time to teach me?"
"My friend, it's not a good thing to learn. Do you want to use this method to open girls' doors? Brother Ross who is still a virgin at twenty-six."
"You...how do you know..."
Gu Chen shrugged his shoulders: "You have to understand that a beautiful woman and a virgin are as obvious as the lipstick on the collar of a shirt..."