This psychologist is weird

Chapter 173 Blood Flows on the Ground
In the room, darkness filled the air.

It's just that the screen of the old TV has already reflected some blurred light.

The blurred figure that entered the room, the stiff body, the motionless woman with open eyes, the man,

Pushed each to the ground on both sides, and then seemed to be venting, kicked the woman's waist, leaving a footprint on the man's face with eyes open.

The woman was lying on her back with her eyes open, she didn't make a sound, and the man didn't move either, her open eyes seemed to be looking straight at the ground in front of her, lying on her side.

In front of the coffee table, the pervasive darkness drowned out the half bodies of women and men with their eyes open and their movements frozen.

The blurry figure sat on the sofa carelessly again.

The light reflected from the old TV changed and reflected on the face and body of the blurry figure.

The woman lying flat on the ground seemed to be looking at the blurred figure with her open eyes.

Stand by this coffee table.

Chen Lun's eyes were calm, and he landed on the sofa, on the vague figure sitting there, and then on the couple lying on the ground in front of the sofa.

He just stood there quietly, looking forward.

Around, in this living room, there is a bit of dead silence.

There was no sound from the TV with changing lights.

It's just more and more intense and extreme negative emotions, like the surrounding darkness permeating the room, wreaking havoc, and constantly impacting.

Chen Lun naturally turned his gaze, and looked at the closed door in the living room,
Beside the door of the house, there was a dark night, I don't know if it crawled in from outside the house through the crack of the door, or it was diffused from the house to the outside.

Turning around again, Chen Lun's eyes fell on the sofa, beside the sofa.

on the sofa,
Sitting was the shadowy figure, surrounded by darkness,

He seemed to turn his head, looked back and forth again, lowered his body, stretched his hand forward, and opened the drawer under the coffee table,
As if for convenience, he stepped on the waist of the woman who was lying flat.

The woman lay flat on the ground, still motionless, but her eyes were open, as if looking at this blurred figure.

I opened the drawer, rummaged through it a few times, but didn't close it again. The vague figure seemed to be muttering, but there was no sound, and then straightened up.

Looking left and right, both feet kicked the lying woman on the ground, and the middle-aged man kicked a little more and stood up again.

Around, in this living room, the extreme negative emotions are getting stronger, raging, raging, and roaring.

The vague figure looked left and right again, stepped on the woman lying on the ground, stepped on it,

Walked to the TV, squatted in front of the TV cabinet, opened the drawer, and searched left and right.

The TV set on the TV cabinet was still on, and the reflected light happened to pass over the head of the squatting fuzzy figure.
The vague figure was also submerged in the darkness.

Squatting in front of the TV cabinet, rummaging left and right, opened several drawers,
Stuffing something into his pocket, the vague figure stood up again, then looked around the room, found some drawers, cabinets, and rummaged through them.

From time to time, the middle-aged men and women who fell on the ground passed, as if they wanted to step on and kick them in order to vent their previous emotions.

The position of the waist and abdomen of the woman lying on the ground became a little distorted, and the body of the middle-aged man was covered with footprints.

The two of them still fell on the ground, their movements froze, their eyes opened, and they seemed to be looking at the ground in front of them, looking at the vague figure who was unscrupulous in the room, rummaging for things.

The extreme and negative emotions that pervade the surroundings continue to intensify and wreak havoc, trying to completely submerge the surroundings.

There is anger, there is pain, resentment, and more extreme emotions.

Chen Lun stood aside, but his eyes were calm, falling on the middle-aged man and woman lying on the ground,

Turning around again, it landed on the vague figure that was turning back and forth in the room, rummaging through it.

The blurry figure stood in front of the TV, blocking the blurred light from the TV,
Looking back and forth again, I was about to walk into the bedroom.

"Crack..."

And right now.

There were finally some noises in the dead silence.

It was the door opening sounded outside the closed living room door.

With a creaking sound, the door was slowly pulled open from the outside, and the thicker darkness outside the house couldn't wait to pour into the house.

Immediately following,
It was the young man who went out earlier, the young man was carrying a bag of things in his hand,

He raised his head, expressionless, and stared straight ahead,

After stepping into the house, he stood by the door, staring at the blurry figure standing in the living room, about to go to the bedroom,
The blurred figure turned around to look at the young man, stopped his movements, and then looked back and forth.

The young man looked blankly at the blurry figure at first,

Immediately afterwards, he turned his head slowly and looked in front of the sofa.

Looking at his mother and father lying on the ground in front of the sofa,

The young man followed closely, put down the things in his hand, and ran towards his parents.

Squatting down, the young man looked at his mother's distorted waist and the footprints on his father's face,
His eyes were a little red, he hurriedly helped his mother and father up,

Helping my mother and father with my hands, I wiped away the footprints on my body.

"...Sorry, I seem to be in the wrong house, I live in this building... My key can also open the door of your house..."

"...Mom. Are you okay, Mom..."

The blurry figure next to him, speaking something, turned his head and looked at the young man.

The young man supported his mother and father, and let the stiff parents lean on him,
He lowered his head, looked at his mother's distorted waist, stretched out his hand, but his whole body was trembling, his eyes were red, and he asked in a hissing voice.

Some women who are moving stiffly, the footprints on their faces have not been wiped clean, and there are some middle-aged men with torn wounds, their eyes are open, looking at their children,

Although he didn't make a sound, he seemed to comfort the young man.

"Mom, are you okay...I'll take you to see a doctor, Mom...Dad, I'll help you take out the ashes, Dad..."

There was some panic and pain in the voice, the young man looked at his mother with red eyes, then reached out to wipe the dust on his father's face, and then looked at his father's torn wound.

"...You call a puppet Mom? Huh?"

Beside, the vague figure looked at the young man, seemed to be amused, and said aloud with some sarcasm and disbelief.

"...You must be mentally ill."

As he spoke, the vague figure was about to walk towards the door that was still closed.

Just after that, in the room, the young man was a little flustered, and the painful voice stopped abruptly.

The young man helped his mother and supported his father, and stopped hurriedly wiping the dust off his father,
Then he lowered his head little by little, looking at his mother's distorted waist and abdomen,
His mother had a bad waist,
Then he looked at his father's body, the traces of a foot that had been stepped on.

In the red eye sockets of the young man, his eyes were red.

He stood up from the sofa, letting his father and his mother lean on each other.

"Oh!"

The vague figure was about to walk out of the house.

Immediately afterwards, he was pulled back by a force behind him, and fell to the ground.

The young man pulled the vague figure from behind, and returned to the coffee table little by little.

"What did you say?"

"...I'm an upstairs neighbor..."

Blood flowed on the ground.

(End of this chapter)