ghost talk simulator

Chapter 153 Choice
Turn into a piece of shit?

The photographer looked at the familiar girl in front of him in disbelief.Is this still the gentle and elegant Xiao Jiang from Xiaojiabiyu?
The doormat that is recognized by everyone as not daring to say a word after being scolded?
"What do I need to do? Or as long as I don't disclose your drug use?"

There was a bit of discussion in the photographer's words, now he is a cripple, and he really dare not kill someone.

But he didn't want to be a piece of shit.

"I'll give you the medicine, you can just pretend to be asleep. When I go downstairs, you can draw out the fire in the fireplace and burn them to death!"

Jiang Shiqing's eyes were wide open, and there were weird twisted tendons on his face.

"You plan to burn them to death?" the photographer turned his head and said in surprise!
"What? You don't want to?" Jiang Shiqing's ferocious face slowly approached the photographer.The maliciousness coming from the surface almost made the photographer doubt whether the girl in front of him is still the one he knew before.

"I……"

The photographer didn't know what to say, so he could only falter and look at Jiang Shiqing.

Seeing the photographer like this, Jiang Shiqing just smiled lightly and walked slowly behind the photographer: "You are a cripple. If you really want to run, you can't. Think about it! If I could run, but what about you? Turn it into a food reserve!"

"I still think something is wrong..."

It may be that the remaining conscience kept reminding him, but the photographer still rejected Jiang Shiqing with some reluctance.

"Really? Then I'm sorry!"

A hemp rope was pulled out from the stool, and Jiang Shiqing tied the photographer's neck like a flowing cloud!The small body erupted with enormous power at this moment!
In just a moment, the photographer's face turned blue and red, and his mouth began to foam.

"Anyway, I got the sleeping pills... Since you don't want to get on the boat, you can only become a piece of shit!"

Jiang Shiqing's hands became more and more forceful, his knuckles turned white due to excessive strength, and the tendons on his head were also bulging at this moment.

The current Jiang Shiqing doesn't look like a woman at all, but a violent and strong man.

"Uh-uh-"

The photographer quickly took out a sharp knife from his back waist, and it was like slashing behind him without even looking at it!
It's just that Jiang Shiqing is not a slow-responsive person, he let go and dodged sideways, then grabbed the rope and pulled it back even harder!
"I agree……"

With Jiang Shiqing letting go just now, the photographer quickly spoke up!If he doesn't speak again, he will really die here.

Seeing that the photographer agreed, Jiang Shiqing let go of the rope abruptly, and walked in front of the photographer with a grim expression on his face.

"Isn't it fine if I agreed earlier... Do I have to suffer such a big punishment?"

Jiang Shiqing panted heavily and sat not far away, grinning grimly.

"I... I'm just thinking... I don't disagree..."

The photographer gasped heavily, fearing that the person in front of him would strangle him to death if he disagreed with him.

Seeing what he said, Jiang Shiqing just laughed a few times: "Do you think I will believe you? Or just thinking?"

Do you agree or disagree with Jiang Shiqing?Who would believe so easily in something they hadn't seen?What's more, this matter is a test of morality.

But if he doesn't go the same way as himself, then there's no need to keep him.

Bringing him back is for this bottle of medicine and not letting himself become a reserve food.But if it was because of this that he ruined his own good deed, then absolutely not!

In order for things to go smoothly, let him "go home" as soon as possible and become a reserve grain as soon as possible.

Seeing that Jiang Shiqing no longer trusted himself, the photographer didn't want to say anything, but just took out another bottle of spray: "This is a powerful sleeping pill, which can even be similar to anesthesia. If you want to do it, do it thoroughly, don't leave it alone. What a disaster."

This bottle of medicine is for the photographer to use when doing certain things, and there are few on the market, but in this case, the photographer reluctantly took out the bottle of medicine.

"Tsk... As expected of you... You also have this kind of thing."

Jiang Shiqing took the spray and stuffed it somewhere, and said in a teasing tone.

This kind of thing is not something a normal person can have.In other words, only those who have been doing certain illegal activities for a long time will have it.

I didn't expect the person in front of me to have such a thing.

"I am over-flattered……"

The photographer felt with one hand the trace where the rope had been strangled just now.The feeling of suffocation just now is still fresh in his memory, and he doesn't want to experience that feeling a second time.

"Don't think I'm lying to you. Be careful what you say. They will come back after dark."

After Jiang Shiqing finished speaking, he put a plate of meat in front of the photographer, got up and left regardless of whether he would eat it or not, leaving the photographer alone in the wooden house.

"Just now...you really didn't show mercy..."

The photographer was the only one left in the waiting room, his rough, bloody hands touched the strangle marks on his neck, and he murmured with stern eyes.

He Zhou Shu is not a fuel-efficient lamp, but now he is still limping under the fence, so he can only be slaughtered.

If it was normal, the knife would have been on her throat long ago!

It's just that these photographers can only think about it now, and they can't do other things even if they have ideas.

Time passed by, the photographer couldn't bear the hunger in his stomach, and reached out to pick up the "meat steak" next to him.

I took a tentative bite and found that it really only tasted like meat, but none of the five flavors of sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty!

Even the strange smell from before is gone.

'My sense of taste has deteriorated? '

The photographer took another bite on the "meat steak" and found that the meat steak had no taste at all, and even the slightest smell of burnt on the surface could not be tasted.

He has lost his sense of taste now, and his desire to eat is only to fill his stomach.

"Bang!"

The middle-aged man pushed the door and entered, and the photographer realized that the sky had already dimmed.

"What about dinner?"

The middle-aged man sat aside, opened his mouth full of smoke stains a little tiredly, and took a sip of water from the kettle on his waist.

Seeing that there was water to drink, the photographer quickly licked his dry lips and said, "I just ate it, can I..."

Before the photographer finished speaking, the middle-aged man interrupted him: "No! This water is very precious! Drink this!"

The middle-aged man handed him a bottle of yellow liquid, and said with a look of disgust.

"This!"

The photographer sniffed the mouth of the bottle, and a smell of urine came to his nostrils!

"Humph!"

The photographer didn't know where the anger came from, and he threw the bottle on the ground, splashing urine everywhere.

"You lame! Are you looking for death!"

Just as the middle-aged man wanted to get up, the young man walked in with a long stick of oiled paper.

When the middle-aged man saw the young man, his anger was instantly extinguished, and he just drank water sullenly.

"Old Zhou, don't be angry. There is no progress in going out today. We are all in a hurry, so our emotions are a little out of control."

The young man stood between the two, and the smiling team photographer said.

(End of this chapter)