Yi Chen was not stingy and directly offered all the big bag of tomb tea he had just obtained.
Although tea is a good thing, it is not a necessity, and it can be purchased directly from the organization later. There is no need to drink the highest-grade grave tea from the beginning.
As all the tea leaves were rolled into the old woman's mouth, the person on the other side immediately showed a satisfied expression.
"Young people nowadays are really sensible. The conversation time is still one hour, but I will give you something else..."
The old woman stretched out her fingers, which were as dry as a dead tree, and touched her cheek.
"Your 'dead makeup' is only used for disguise, which is far from enough. I will teach you some more effective and deadly 'makeup', which will be of great help to you now.
Come to me every Saturday night at 12:00 and study for an hour. ”
"Thank you, Granny Tang."
"No need to thank me. After all, you are the second person who cannot die that I have ever seen in my life. The first one is of course myself.
Ask whatever you want to ask, and remember to leave the room before this candle burns out, or I might not be able to control my festering mental impulses and do something too good for you."
The old woman's flexible tongue, which was black and full of sores, stirred rapidly in the air, sometimes folding, sometimes rolling, making a strange sound of flesh slices.
It seems that as long as Yi Chen fails to leave on time, he will be punished by this tongue.
Yi Chen was not at all opposed to Granny Tang's strange behavior, and took the opportunity to ask key questions:
"I want to know why we can live like this after we die? Instead of dying quietly like most people."
Granny Tang took out a piece of sandpaper from the drawer and began to smooth out the wrinkles on her face, answering as she did so:
"I have been looking for the answer to this question for a long time. At first, I thought it was related to zombies. But after a Taoist priest stuck all his talismans on me and I still broke his neck, I denied this view.
Later, for a period of time, I thought that for some reason, I was not favored by the King of Hell, and when I died, no one was sent to take my soul, so my soul remained in the body and lived on.
But I have never seen any ox-headed and horse-faced monsters in all this time, and with the development of society and technology, I no longer believe in such things.
Later I came to the psychiatric hospital and gradually discovered a problem during my daily conversations with Dr. Lu Xin.
It has been 471 years since I died. I have abandoned and forgotten many things, but there are still some things that I keep in my heart. Every time I think of them, my whole body convulses with hatred.
Combined with the research of the mental hospital, it can be roughly speculated that it is related to the strong obsession I had during my lifetime, and no matter how time passes, the intensity of the obsession will not diminish in the slightest.
It is this strong obsession that keeps me 'alive'.
When this obsession begins to fade, I may really die like a normal person... Young man, you should also have some strong obsession in your heart, right? I can see the unwillingness and hatred in your eyes. "
"Yes."
"That's right, we do belong to the same category, the weirdness related to death."
Granny Tang's last words made Yi Chen stunned.
During the past two years of "temporary worker" life, along with the contact with various monsters and killings, Yi Chen began to doubt whether the state of death he presented could also be considered weird.
Granny Tang continued, “The world we live in may seem peaceful and stable, but in fact it is in chaos… Humans are creatures that have accidentally developed consciousness, and there are many variables and uncontrollable factors.
With such a huge population base, there are always some people who are unsociable, extreme, tyrannical and paranoid.
Their thinking is constantly distorted as they grow up, and this distortion slowly affects the essence of their souls, causing them to change fundamentally and eventually become so-called weirdos.
However, we are not exactly the same as these guys. We can completely control ourselves, but we have difficulty controlling our emotions when it comes to obsessions.
Unlike other monsters, they do not have to find opportunities to vent every day, and even enjoy torture, fear-making, and killing.
Although I have killed people, that was four hundred years ago."
"I see… "
Yi Chen nodded after receiving the answer, thinking it was reasonable.
He could also fully accept the ending of waiting until the orphanage was razed to the ground, killing Director Cao, untying his knot, letting go of his obsession, and dying.
At this time,
Granny Tang, who had polished half of her face to look like a 40-year-old, licked the dead skin powder that had been polished off with her tongue, chewed and swallowed it, and continued:
"The above is just my subjective guess as an old lady. There may be deeper and more important reasons that are unknown. As people of the same kind, we can slowly discuss this matter in the future.
Remember our agreement every Saturday, I will light the candles and wait for your arrival."
Yi Chen glanced at the red candle lit on the dressing table. There was about 1/6 of its length left, so he hurried to ask the last question.
He raised his hand and touched a drop of black liquid from the bullet hole between his eyebrows.
"What is this?"
“I don’t know what the black liquid is and why it is produced from our bodies.
All I know is that the black fluid increases with our time of death, usage, and certain factors, and that I am now covered in black fluid.
The blood flowing in my body, the tissue fluid adhering to the surface of my organs, and the sweat overflowing from my pores are all this stuff.
Don't reject it.
Black fluid is unique to us, a very important part of our bodies, and may even be a gift from death.
Try to contact it, try to control it, and it will become our most effective self-defense tool when we are in danger. Of course, if you want to kill, it will also help, and it is very efficient.
You should leave, young man... or I really won't be able to control myself."
The candle flickers,
Yi Chen felt a strange sensation coming from under his feet. When he looked down, he saw that the black liquid on the ground had turned into tongue creatures with small arms that were climbing up his sneakers and licking the laces and trademarks.
"Granny Tang, see you next time!"
He said goodbye quickly and left the room.
Yi Chen closed the door almost at the same time as the red candle went out...
Pah pah pah! Waves of fierce tongue whipping sounds came from inside, and even more than ten tongues stretched out from the partition window on the door, sending an alternative invitation to Yi Chen.
At this moment, Granny Tang seemed to have become a different person, as if she was whispering in his ear:
§Little brother, come in and play§
Yi Chen, who came from an orphanage, was not frightened. He just bowed slightly towards the iron gate and turned away.
On his way back to the doctor's office, many imprisoned monsters on both sides of the passage extended an "invitation" to the young Yi Chen.
Or stretch your arms and legs,
Or verbal ridicule or temptation,
Some people even sprayed liquid through the window on the door.
But when they saw what the young man was doing, they immediately withdrew the invitation.
Along the way,
The young man inserted his index finger completely into the bullet hole in his forehead and even turned it slightly.
Use your index finger to touch and poke the prefrontal area to improve your concentration and thinking ability, review and think about the previous conversation in a comprehensive manner, and completely ignore the harassment encountered along the way.
When encountering some guys who go too far, Yi Chen would even give them a scary look of death, as if he wanted to beat the other person to pieces.
Arriving at the door of the attending physician, Lu Xin's office,
Yi Chen slowly pulled out his index finger from between his brains, then put it into his mouth, sucked off the black liquid on it and wiped it clean with a tissue.
She simply applied some makeup to cover the hole on her forehead, straightened her clothes, and walked into the office with a smile.
After a brief exchange, Yi Chen received his first hunting mission as a "lone wolf".
A certain art school has seen a large number of suicides recently. The suicide rate on campus in the past month is more than twenty times the average suicide rate for the city, and all of the suicides were committed by hanging.
A week ago, a temporary team went to investigate but found nothing. They suspected that a certain monster hidden in the school had extremely high anti-reconnaissance capabilities and would only attack a single individual.
This task fell on the shoulders of Yi Chen, a new full-time employee, whose age was just right for him to disguise himself as a freshman.
(End of this chapter)