Soon An Lifen also walked into the bathroom and closed the door smoothly.
No one was talking in the room, Song Xiaoyu just sat quietly on the sofa and combed her hair without saying a word.
At this moment, Shen Xing shrugged his nose.
When he entered the living room just now, he smelled a faint strange smell, and after An Lifen made a cup of tea for him, the scent of the tea weakened the smell.
But at this moment after Song Xiaoyu came out, the unspeakable smell became even stronger.
It shows that the smell does not come from the degraded meat in the kitchen, but is most likely to be transmitted from Song Xiaoyu's body.
At this time, there was a slight noise from the direction of the bathroom. Just now, Song Hao and his wife went in one after the other, and they didn't know what they were doing.
The living room quickly fell silent.
Song Xiaoyu took the comb, and combed her hair with some force. Every time she combed, it seemed that the comb teeth had to touch the scalp.
The comb teeth scraped the scalp and made the sound of sand, sand, and sand, which came into Shen Xing's ears rhythmically.
If it were someone else, I heard this voice and I had goose bumps, but Shen Xing did not, because I had seen Song Xiaoyu's weird appearance before, and even if this woman did something more bizarre, it was still within his acceptable range. within.
Even Shen Xing still expects her to do things that she can't understand, because maybe only then can he capture or speculate about the characteristics of this woman.
He moved his steps slightly to a position near the door of the living room, so that he could leave later.
After waiting for a while, she found that Song Xiaoyu had no other movements except sitting on the sofa and combing her hair.
As for the sound of opening the door, she could not have heard it.
Shen Xing observed that Song Xiaoyu's hair was picked up from time to time while combing her hair. He could see the woman's neck without wrinkles, as if it had recovered.
"Song Xiaoyu." He tentatively yelled softly.
The combing motion stopped, and Song Xiaoyu still did not look back. She put down the comb, raised her right hand and pressed her forehead, and replied: "My head... swells and hurts again!"
It seems that the sanity has recovered!
Shen Xing heard that she was able to speak and her tone of voice was normal. He secretly wondered if the scalp ghost could not always control people after being possessed. The possessed person would sometimes be confused and sometimes sober.
After waiting, the silver font in my mind did not pop up.
Although there is no hint in the text on the degree of characteristic understanding, Shen Xing knows that his guess at the moment may or may not be correct.
Because for Song Xiaoyu’s total characteristic quantity, the proportion of the guess just now should be very small, so small that it will not change the percentage value of the characteristic understanding too much, so even if you guess it right, you may not display.
Thinking of this, he asked: "Your scalp...Is it itchy?"
Song Xiaoyu did not answer, but patted his head gently, "Head, it hurts!"
Shen Xing opened his eyes wide, and he could see the other side's face and neck clearly from this position. He took a closer look and found that Song Xiaoyu's neck was indeed normal, without wrinkles, and his brows were slightly frowned, the corners of his mouth were slightly pulled, and his expression was also painful. Looks like.
After tapping his head a few times, Song Xiaoyu raised his head, first glanced at the shampoo placed on the coffee table, then turned his head to look at him: "You came to me just to send me shampoo?"
Shen Xing did not answer her, but continued to ask: "You said that your scalp was itchy a few days ago, is it okay? Are there any other symptoms later?"
Song Xiaoyu shook her head: "It's not itchy, it's just a headache. It seems... It seems... Hehehe..."
At this moment, a strange laughter came from Song Xiaoyu's mouth.
Shen Xing was taken aback, interrupted her and asked, "What are you laughing at?"
He remembered that when he met Song Xiaoyu in the orphanage before, the woman had never spoken, but she had made this weird laugh several times.
Song Xiaoyu looked at him in amazement: "What did you say?"
"I ask what are you laughing at?" Shen Xing repeated it again.
"Did I laugh?" Song Xiaoyu's expression was a little dazed.
"Yes, you laughed just now." Shen Xing nodded, "I heard clearly."
"No..." Song Xiaoyu shook her head quickly, "I'm not smiling, I'm talking, I said my head hurts... Hehehe..."
Suddenly, there was another weird laugh.
Shen Xing took a step back abruptly, because he suddenly saw that the hair on the back of Song Xiaoyu's head was slightly arched at the moment when the laughter erupted.
At this time, a strange itch came from the back of his head and spread throughout his body. He couldn't help but stretched out his hand and scratched his scalp vigorously.
At the same moment, the mental antibodies under the corner of the eye were suddenly triggered and began to fade.
Before the decision came, by gazing at the woodcarving, the fourth level of Shen Xing's mental antibody level was completely filled, almost reaching the level of the fifth level.
And this Song Xiaoyu's scalp ghost had a stronger mental influence than the fake Hong Bin and the blood pupil that Shen Xing had encountered before. He had paid attention to this a long time ago.
After the last encounter with Song Xiaoyu in the orphanage, although his mental antibodies were diminishing, it was reduced by less than half of Shen Xing's total. This was still without any precautions.
Therefore, he had already estimated what happened at this moment, knowing that it might be the scalp ghost clone of Song Xiaoyu who was about to attack.
Inside the bathroom.
When Zheng Ruijun was about to excite an electrostatic field on the skin of his arm again, Song Hao walked in with a dull look.
He seemed to know that there was someone in the bathroom. After entering, he went straight to Zheng Ruijun's position, stretched out his hands, and grabbed Zheng Ruijun's arms.
Zheng Ruijun didn't expect these guys to have such agile thinking, and it was obvious that they entered the bathroom for himself.
He didn't know when he exposed his whereabouts. Although Song Hao was abnormal, he would not know that he was in the bathroom. Thinking about it this way, perhaps Song Xiaoyu in the bedroom gave him some hint.
Or, the two people who have the same abnormal condition share the same mind to some extent.
Every special case encounters different anomalies, but Zheng Ruijun knows very well that he can't really understand so many bizarre events in this world.
When both arms are grasped, the hollow part of the pen tip can no longer hold the skin, and can no longer stimulate the electrostatic field to protect oneself.
At the same moment, Song Hao's face quickly moved up, Zheng Ruijun suddenly felt dizzy in his head, and a tight sensation appeared on the back of his head, as if the skin was tight or a piece of chewing gum was stuck.
This feeling was very slight, but in an instant, his attention was diverted by Song Hao's approaching head, and suddenly his arms tightened, and he was severely entangled by the opponent, unable to break free.
Zheng Ruijun quickly turned the tip of the pen in his hand, preparing to eject the anesthetic spike.
At this moment, another person appeared at the bathroom door, it was An Lifen, who rushed towards Zheng Ruijun.
Song Hao relied on being taller than Zheng Ruijun and completely suppressed him. An Lifen moved closer and shook off her long hair that had just been tied. A burst of enveloping flesh spread out and poured into Zheng Ruijun's nose.
Zheng Ruijun felt his mental power shudder, and this breath had a great influence on the spirit, making his consciousness blurred at this moment. (End of this chapter)