Meng Ke held a pair of soft round meat balls in his hands, with a troubled face.
A woman with a pale and terrifying face stood sluggishly in front of him, and she did not respond at all to his rude actions.
"Can it be hardened?"
Think of it and do it, and Meng Ke's mind immediately flashed some images that could make this thing hard.
Letting out a breath, Meng Ke's expression became serious, and he squeezed the pair of bulging meat balls with both hands again. The touch from his hands told him that Bang was extremely tough!
It's like pinching on a rock.
"As expected, this female ghost came out of my brain..." Meng Ke murmured in shock.
Before speaking.
Meng Ke is an online writer. After the code is over, he habitually clicks on a website and finds a movie.
"The Curse"
Start playing.
This is a habit of his, because he often stays up late to write books, and he is often sleepy. At this time, the usefulness of horror movies is reflected.
Absolutely refreshing!
As the progress bar moved forward, Meng Ke was frightened several times even if he had seen this movie before.
Soon, he suddenly felt that the room was very quiet, and the time had reached night before he knew it.
A strange cold air blew past his ears, and Meng Ke quickly shrank his neck.
What am I afraid of? Are there ghosts in this world
Comforting himself, he was still a little scared and looked back with a stiff neck.
Familiar bed, familiar wardrobe...
Suddenly, Meng Ke's eyes widened, and his whole body bounced.
In the gap behind the door, under the black shadow, a pair of blood-red eyes full of resentment stared straight at him.
"Fuck! There's a ghost!"
The female ghost crawled out of the gap step by step, she twisted her body strangely, and the sound of Ka Ka Ka echoed in the silent room.
Meng Ke grabbed the mouse in a panic, and lost it without thinking.
boom…!
The mouse line was suddenly straightened and rebounded.
hiss
Meng Ke pressed his knees in pain and looked at the mouse on the ground angrily, what the hell, you even dare to bully Lao Tzu!
The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and he couldn't help but get angry when he looked at the female ghost.
"Come on! Hurt each other! mmp!"
Saying that, he picked up the computer chair and threw it away.
Bang...!
In Meng Ke's surprised eyes, the computer chair passed through the ghost's body and smashed directly on the door of the room, making a loud noise.
The female ghost was still crawling, but Meng Ke suddenly realized that she had been crawling for so long.
Why are you still there
Meng Ke couldn't help tilting his neck and looked at the female ghost carefully. Slowly, he actually felt a connection with him in the female ghost
Indescribably, Meng Ke suddenly realized in an instant.
This female ghost originated from his brain hole fantasy.
So, there is everything before.
This female ghost is not a real ghost, her way of existence is similar to a mirage, but Meng Ke can smell a delicate fragrance from her body and touch the softness of her skin.
"Could it be that I had hallucinations?" Meng Ke felt extremely absurd.
Meng Ke turned his attention to the female ghost again, and his thoughts came to him.
I saw that the appearance of the female ghost was blurred, and it turned into a fan for a while, the wind whistled, a bench for a while, and the surface was full of roughness, and a cute little loli for a while, and the voice of loli was soft to the heart.
"What is this? A superpower?"
This illusion of being infinitely close to reality is completely at his will, as if there is no limit.
Meng Ke's raised hand passed through the illusion. As long as the illusion had no tactile sensation in his imagination, he could penetrate it with his hand without any tactile sensation.
"You should find someone to try it out. If others can see it, it proves that it wasn't me who had hallucinations."
It happened to be night again, and there would not be as many pedestrians on the street as during the day, so Meng Ke packed up and went out.
He remembered that there was an alley near the community.
Soon, he walked there, looked inside, and sure enough, a beggar in tattered clothes rolled into a ball with a dark quilt.
At that time, I just came here to rent a house. When Meng Ke passed the alley at night, the beggar who was sleeping was drunk and rushed out of it.
That scene left a great impression on him, which he will never forget, so every time he passed by, he felt a little palpitated.
Taking a beggar as an experiment now can be regarded as a tit for tat, a cycle of cause and effect!
"If that vision is real, then..."
After sorting out his thoughts, some pictures slowly began to appear in Meng Ke's mind.
Just like the appearance of the female ghost, when he began to fantasize, a mysterious man in a black cloak walked out of the shadow of the alley. The mysterious man's face was covered by the black cloak, making it hazy and invisible.
On the mysterious man's waist was a dark red long sword, and a chilling aura emanated from him, and I saw him slowly walking towards the sleeping beggar.
Under Meng Ke's anxious and expectant gaze, the mysterious man raised his foot and kicked the beggar violently.
…
"Oh, the one who killed a thousand knives stepped on me?! Didn't you see someone here?! You stepped on me and hurt me!"
Meng Ke watched in disappointment as the mysterious man's feet penetrated the beggar's body, but in the next second, the beggar screamed in pain like a cat with its tail stepped on.
Raising his eyebrows in surprise, Meng Ke figured out the reason at once. It's true that the mysterious man is an illusion, but in Meng Ke's fantasy, his foot hurts a lot.
It is impossible for the beggar to be kicked by the illusion-level mysterious man, but he was inflicted with severe pain equivalent to being kicked, and the illusion affected his pain!
"Losing money! You kicked me! Accompany the medical bills, or don't want to leave!"
The beggar had a dark face and raised his head angrily, but the next moment, he fell into a sluggishness again.
What kind of person is this
With blood-red pupils like demons, silver-white hair, and a strange spiral pattern on his face, the mysterious man looked down at him with incomparably cold eyes.
In the distance, Meng Ke suddenly felt a small light light up in his mind, and an invisible thread connected to the light point from the beggar's body.
I don't know why, but Meng Ke suddenly knew that this light point represents the beggar, because the beggar believed in the illusion, so the power of belief was generated.
Meng Ke can feel that the light point seems to generate energy through the interaction between the illusion and human beings, and the spiritual line is an energy transmission channel. The more energy, if the light spot has enough energy, the mysterious man will turn from illusion to reality.
Immediately, Meng Ke couldn't help but feel a surge of emotions, and countless ideas almost broke through his brain holes and turned into illusions. He was so excited that he couldn't help himself.
"What do you... want to do?... "
Suddenly, the timid voice of the old beggar came from a distance, and Meng Ke realized that he seemed to have forgotten the two of them for too long.
Meng Ke raised the corners of his mouth and smiled strangely.
Immediately, the mysterious man took a step forward without warning, making the beggar startled, hurriedly crawled back, and squeezed into the corner of the wall, cold sweat pouring down from behind like a rain.
"Don't come here! I'm going to call when you come! Help!"
His ruthless eyes stared at the beggar in panic. The mysterious man's voice was low and full of magnetism. When the beggar was about to be overwhelmed...
"...How do I get to the toilet?"
…
silence.
The beggar was stunned, his eyes slightly opened, and he looked at the mysterious man's strange cheeks, speechless for a while.
go!
you!
special!
What!
of!
... ! ! !
You've been making trouble for a long time... just asking about the toilet? ! Playing with a fool? ! The beggar roared frantically in the bottom of his heart, his body fell down like a mess of mud, and he looked at the mysterious man in disbelief.
And the mysterious man saw that he didn't reply for a long time, looked at the beggar with dull eyes like a fool, shook his head, and walked away gently.
"... I actually met a fool."
What? !
The beggar jumped up from the ground, pointed angrily at the mysterious man's back, and shouted: "Who! Do you think I can't hear you? Who are you calling a fool?! I'm just poor, not good-looking, and uneducated. , but you can't call me a fool!"