The story of the elite man is undeniably terrifying, and it sets the same logical traps as the boy in the hat, such as a sudden loud noise, footsteps in an empty room can be explained by an on TV, and the red high heels are just behind the door , can be interpreted as the client placed behind the door.
In the story, the client 'pushes open' the door, and the red high heels may be pushed to the end of the hallway, and when the elite men talk about the red high heels, they do not use the word 'tidy' to describe, because the shoes will definitely be placed when they are pushed open. Misplaced.
Of course, if there is a supernatural event in the subsequent logic, the logic can naturally be successfully completed.
What Cen Jin is wondering now is the identity cards of the hat boy and the elite man, do they correspond to the driver and lawyer in the story
He thought for a while, but didn't ask.
He thought that Furiluo would ask, but unexpectedly, he didn't speak, probably because he realized that the question just now provokes 'hostility' from other people.
There are several strange places in the story of the elite man. According to normal logic, the supernatural events are removed. The main line is very easy to understand: the lawyer goes to the client's house to discuss the divorce proceedings, encounters a car accident on the road, and combines the client's weird laugh and strange words. , it can be inferred that the people who died in the car accident were the client's lover and the mistress.
The lawyer said that he was lucky because the client's opponent in the lawsuit had died, which meant that he won without a fight.
But there is still a point that cannot be explained logically, that is, there has been a fatal case at the scene of the car accident, why did no one call the police
It depends on how the lawyers come back afterward.
Next is the story of Fujiro. Everyone looked at him energetically, ready to seize the logical loopholes in his story and let him enjoy a round trip.
Cen Jin glanced at Furiluo from the corner of his eyes, and caught a glimpse of the camera in the corner of the roof. For some reason, he suddenly felt a strong feeling of being peeped. He looked back, thinking that it was probably an illusion.
With so much monitoring, how could it be possible to focus on their room
Fu Riluo smiled heartily, his face was quite small, a very square and symmetrical face, as long as the facial features were not bad, it was difficult for him to see where he was going.
The eyes are sunken, the bridge of the nose is high, and the facial features are quite deep. It was originally a relatively sharp appearance, but the thick lips + healthy dark skin tone reduced this sharpness, and instead it was a little more honest and healthy.
Serious when not smiling, simple and amiable when smiling.
"My story is called cause and effect.
A month ago, I was invited by a friend to travel to the country of a thousand islands. I walked out of the airport and was exposed to the high temperature. I was sweating profusely. I looked at the taxi that was still more than ten meters away from the airport. I hesitated for a long time before running over. Accidentally bumped into an old woman.
With the sound of 'banging', I looked down subconsciously, and was shocked. It turned out that on the ground was an air-dried arm. It was well preserved, with slender fingers and a beautiful silver ring on the middle finger.
But I thought I was in such a terrible situation as murder and dismemberment, and I immediately shouted.
The airport staff were quickly attracted to me. What I didn't expect was that they didn't arrest the old woman, but instead accused me of being careless and asked me to kowtow to the old woman to make amends.
What's wrong? I thought to myself, I decided not to get used to their stinky habit of bullying foreigners, and I didn't apologize if I stuck my neck.
'It's okay', the old woman said, her voice was very hoarse and unpleasant, like slashing tweezers on glass. I felt uncomfortable at the time, when the old woman suddenly reached out and grabbed my wrist tightly, and I couldn't break free. .
do you know? That old woman's wrist was about the size of a teacup, and she was as thin as a tree, but my 1.8-meter tall man couldn't break free. "
Others looked at Fujira indifferently, he was 175 at most.
Fu Riluo chattered endlessly, with rich expressions, and the terrifying and suspenseful atmosphere created by the elite men was washed away by him a lot.
"The old woman looked up at me, her face was full of layers of wrinkles, her cheeks were plump and drooping on the sides, have you ever seen a Shar Pei? She made me feel like a Shar Pei, but not as cute as a dog, The eyes and temperament are gloomy, and the body is the kind of aura that is about to die.
She said in native language 'You disturb the peace of the dead and she will not forgive you unless you help her get home. '
I wonder what superstition she is spreading
Impatiently yelled at her to let me go immediately, and scolded her for colluding with the airport staff to blackmail me. This matter must be resolved with the embassy.
The old woman let go of me, picked up the mummified arm and put it back into the big package behind her, stared straight at me, and suddenly revealed an indescribable, creepy smile.
After finally getting rid of the old woman, I breathed a sigh of relief. I didn't notice that the whole airport was looking at me with indifferent eyes, and when I approached, they consciously avoided, and even the driver refused to take me.
I had to drag my luggage under the scorching sun to a farther road, yelling at the intersection, a car suddenly drove up behind me, and a shadow covered me. I was wearing a coffin with two people dressed as Buddhist monks sitting in it, looking at me blankly.
After driving a few hundred meters all the way, I still felt the people in the car looking at me.
I suddenly fell silent and walked with my head buried in it until I met a bus that went to my friend's house without saying a word.
Talking about this with a friend, I had lingering fears to say that the car carrying the coffin suddenly trembled as it drove past me.
I'm sure the coffin trembles obviously. The road is flat and there are no protruding stones. How can a coffin that is pretending to be dead tremble? Why are the two people in the car indifferent
After hearing this, my friend's expression changed, and he quickly dragged me out of the house, sternly forbidding me to step in, then closed the door, and after a while came out of the house with a clay pot, which gave off a strange smell. The wet mud was wiped on my forehead, cheeks, and neck. After wiping, I let me in with a sigh of relief.
I was already a little angry at this time, and asked why he insulted me so much.
Then he had no choice but to explain, saying that I had committed two big taboos in the local area.
One is shrouded in the shadow of the coffin on the funeral car, and it is easy to be targeted by the deceased who has just passed away, so as to find the door.
Second, the old woman who hit the airport was a local wizard, who was responsible for helping others see, transport and walk the corpse. According to the description, it should be the day to go to the family of the deceased and walk the corpse.
It is a local custom that if you are unwilling to leave the deceased family members, you will ask a wizard to help you and use special black magic to take and store the corpse. Missing. "
The student's sister complained: "Can't it be safe to go to the ground? The deceased is too miserable, and he has to perform and walk after death."
Others were noncommittal.
"Respect other people's customs." Furiluo shrugged and continued: "If you accidentally offend the dark wizard, you will be approached by the dead. The above two situations are collectively referred to as Zhongxie. The solution is to smear mud marks on my body with mud. .
Also, he said that the dark wizard I encountered with the folded skin on her face was probably because she had been attacked by witchcraft. "
"I was very happy to be invited by a friend, but as soon as I encountered so many bad things, of course I would be unhappy and depressed. After the key friend explained it, he sat on the sofa and watched TV, ignoring me.
The lights in the room were not turned on, and the curtains were tight and light. As soon as I turned on the lights, I was reprimanded by my friends with a gloomy expression. To be honest, I was already a little scared.
I circled around the room and saw a photo that was covered with sharp eyes. I opened it curiously. It was my friend and a pretty girl.
They pose intimately, and should be a couple.
That's ok bro, you agreed to be a dog together, but ended up taking off the single without me
I was just about to make a joke when I suddenly saw through the glass cabinet in front of me that my friend on the sofa was turning his head to look at me coldly, and suddenly my back went numb, because I didn't know when my friend was staring at me.
Or is he actually spying on me
Why is he spying on me? Afraid of me being evil? What will he do to me if I behave strangely
I didn't dare to think about it any longer. I glanced at the girl's finger in the photo, and hurriedly put the photo back. Suddenly, lightning flashed in my mind, and I quickly sent a message to tell my sister to call and urge me to go back.
My sister was puzzled, but she was obedient and made a few phone calls to urge me to go back, with a very anxious tone.
I showed a helpless look at my friend, and hurried downstairs with my suitcase in disregard of my friend's repeated attempts.
When I ran downstairs and stood under the scorching sun, I found myself breaking out in a cold sweat. While feeling the rest of my life, I hurriedly stopped a taxi and chatted with the driver about local customs on the way.
The driver said: 'Exorcism? It depends on what kind of wet mud it is. If it is a relative's wet mud, it does play a role in prayer. On the contrary, if it is wet mud that is ashamed of the dead, after smearing it, it will be sought for revenge, which is equivalent to being a ghost for the dead once. '
I shivered and asked: 'The wet mud... Which corpse is that? '
I didn't say that before, my friends and the drivers I met were all Chinese.
The driver said: 'That's what you think. '
He looked at the mud mark on my head through the rearview mirror and was silent for a while, then suddenly braked and let me get out of the car. I begged him to save me, he was very firm, ignoring my screams, dragged me out of the car and threw me out, and when I grabbed my luggage and patted the door, the car window came down, and there was actually sitting inside the car I met in the airport just now old woman.
I was so frightened that I was speechless and trembling all over, but the old woman grabbed my hand and said in blunt Chinese: 'Thank you. '
Then the taxi turned around and ran towards my friend's house, and I watched the mummified corpse on the old woman's back suddenly become a blessing to my heart. I slowly showed a relaxed smile, patted my chest and said to myself: I'm lucky to have escaped. "
Furiluo looked at the boy in the hat and said, "By the way, there is a 'd' written on the front of the coffin that I met on the road."
The hat boy's face suddenly became extremely ugly.
Fujiluo gave everyone a hearty smile: "My story is not very good, please bear with me. By the way, my key word is cause and effect."
Cen Jin is surprised, directly to the point