Zhang Xuan's Supernatural Notes

Hello everyone, I am Nie Xingfeng, and I will write the story this time.

Since I met Henry Zhang, I have also experienced a lot of bizarre events, so Henry Zhang means that occasionally I will tell the story, which can arouse readers' greater interest. In addition, he also said that this will also help everyone feel my personality charm .

But I think that charm does not need to be exaggerated by myself. As the saying goes, if you don’t talk about peaches and plums, you will make your own way.

But I know what he has in mind—he actually wants to use my name to promote his work.

It's like a merchant selling things. No matter how good a product is, it won't work if it doesn't have a good brand. My role now is the brand card. Hanging my brand card will lay the foundation for his book to sell well. .

Of course, I don't mind doing small things for my lover, as long as he is happy, but my writing may not be as good as his (because I spend most of my time on making money), please bear with me.

This story happened when Henry Zhang and I knew each other but didn't know each other very well.

Because of my idiot brother’s self-smartness, Henry Zhang became my personal assistant, and he was around me almost 24 hours a day. Looking back now, with my personality and temper, I can tolerate a person with poor work ability, who often engages in supernatural side jobs, And a very noisy guy, probably because of his looks.

Although everyone says that you can't judge people by their appearance, it is undeniable that in many cases, a person with good looks can make people ignore many of his minor problems. At least he plays a pleasing role, provided that he does not talk too much.

I deliberately chose to tell this story this time because it is slightly different from my other hellish incidents.

The incident happened when I was on a business trip to other places. The secretary was originally scheduled to accompany me on the business trip, but she suddenly felt unwell, so she temporarily changed it to my assistant who has no sense of presence—Mr. Henry Zhang.

I was the last person to be notified, so by the time I knew it, I was already sitting on the flight that was about to take off, and Henry Zhang was sitting next to me.

"You don't seem to want to see me very much?" He asked carefully.

What can I say now?I bought round-trip air tickets. Based on the principle of not wasting costs, I did not drive him off the plane.

“The meeting I attended this time is very important,” I emphasized, “Remember to do your business well, Henry Zhang.”

He nodded vigorously and smiled at me with a very innocent expression.

The smile was so bright that I even saw the stewardess opposite him secretly looking at him.

In order not to be confused by his smile, I opened the newspaper.

Ten minutes after the plane took off, he leaned over.

"Chairman, is the newspaper any good?"

"Ah."

"Do you look good with me?"

The question was so explicit that I couldn't help but look up from the newspaper and look at him.

Of course he looks good, otherwise why would he be my assistant, I don't want to abuse myself.

In fact, I was a bit self-abuse, because I was doing a lot of things that were supposed to be done by assistants.

Because Henry Zhang is so interesting, he is the type that I have never encountered in my previous life. I don’t hate having such an interesting person by my side, so everything has gains and losses. I need to be responsible for some of his work .

In order not to let his tail go up into the sky, I purposely kept my face cold and asked, "What do you want to say?"

For the next half hour, I regretted my conversation.

Seeing me talk to him, he was very happy, and leaned closer to me again, and said: "Chairman, don't get me wrong, I didn't intend to use beauty tricks on you. Although I know I have a good appearance, I want to be honest I will never do such things as making money and begging for support.”

Yes, I didn't raise him, I just raised him, because he lives in my house now, food, clothing, housing and transportation are all at my expense.

Thinking about it this way, I suddenly discovered that I had accidentally made a very money-losing business. If I had a nurturing relationship, at least I could still enjoy it, but now not only did I not enjoy it at all, but I have been paying unilaterally—money of.

Well, seeing his appearance, I endured it.

Watching TV costs money, let alone watching beautiful men.

"Actually, I'm doing market research. A colleague of mine is about to publish a book recently, which mentions the issue of the appearance of ghosts."

Only Henry Zhang can make such boring friends and publish such boring books.

At that time, I was still skeptical about ghosts and gods, so I was somewhat curious about that world, and asked, "Isn't your job catching ghosts? Why do you care what ghosts look like?"

"Now you don't understand Chairman, the so-called love is born from the heart, people are like this, ghosts are like this, you see why everyone likes Nie Xiaoqian, because she is beautiful, if the protagonist is replaced by the old demon of Montenegro, you said everyone would hope Is Ning Caichen with the Black Mountain old demon?"

This is absolutely nonsensical, but I can't find words to refute it.

"That's why the market research I'm doing is—the proportion of good-looking ghosts who are good ghosts or evil ghosts."

so boring.

I asked, "How much share did he promise to give you?"

He yelled, with an expression of "how did you see it, Chairman".

There is no need to observe it specially, because I know Henry Zhang’s money-loving personality too well.

"Actually, not much, a little bit, a little bit, hehe..."

"So you took the opportunity of a business trip to do a market-making survey by the way?"

"I'll do it during my break time, don't worry, the chairman, it won't affect your work!"

"Oh."

I picked up the newspaper again.

Because I don't expect his guarantee, but I usually turn a blind eye to his side business. After all, few employees dare to say that they are engaged in a side job in front of their boss. In this regard, he And quite frankly.

I like honest people.

"Chairman, can you answer a few questions for me? They are all very simple questions."

"Ah."

"If you were Ning Caichen, which ghost would you like? A: Nie Xiaoqian; B: Old Black Mountain Demon."

Nonsense, who would like an old demon.

I chose A.

"Do you believe that ghosts are inherently good? A: Yes; B: Don't believe; C: Don't know."

"C."

"If the female ghost does bad things, what method do you prefer to resolve? A: Ask the mage to drive out the ghost; B: Touch the female ghost with your sincerity."

"Is there option C?"

"There is no such question, so you can only choose one of the two."

I thought about it.

"Let's A."

"For A, let's jump to the next selection box - the mage said to break up the ghost's soul, what is your attitude? A: For the sake of the ghost's beauty, forgive her once; B: No forgiveness, Stick to the stance of exorcising ghosts."

Wait a minute, this question is getting weirder and weirder.

First of all, I don't believe in ghosts and gods, why should I cooperate with him to answer these boring questions?

Secondly, everyone likes beautiful things, but doesn't that mean that there is no distinction between good and evil, and looks are important?

Again, why a female ghost?

“Henry Zhang, let me ask you a question.”

"You ask you ask."

"Why are there only female ghosts in the legend? Are there no male ghosts?"

"Chairman, you have broken through your blind spot."

He raised his index finger, as if an expert and scholar were giving a lecture, and said: "In the real world of ghosts, men and women account for half equally, but female ghosts are more likely to exaggerate the supernatural atmosphere, such as long hair, blood-red nails, and ghosts. Movies are for excitement, so everyone habitually locates ghosts on women."

"Oh."

"Actually, ghosts are just like us, just ordinary beings. In your daily life, you may often encounter them, but you don't know it."

"can you?"

"Yes, especially for those like you who don't believe in ghosts and gods, even if you see a ghost, you won't know it, and then..." He looked at my face and said, "You will be out of luck."

One of the most unlucky things in my life was to meet such an assistant.

"If you want to be a male ghost to answer the question, I have it here too, wait a minute, I'll give it to you."

He lowered his head and rummaged through the briefcase, seeing the stack of thick papers he took out, my head grew bigger.

"Didn't you say there were only a few minor problems?"

"Yes," he said sternly, "However, depending on the answer, the classification of the questions is also different. Chairman, you jump into very complicated classifications every time, but it doesn't matter. It's easier for male ghosts to do it..."

"I abstain."

"What's the matter? I've brought out all the materials, but now you say no to it? Could it be that when you talk to a client about business, if you feel uncomfortable halfway through the meeting, you just say no?"

I choose to be silent.

Because I know that once I respond to him, he will use countless reasons to justify after that, and it will be a never-ending cycle.

So I simply abstained, closed the newspaper, and got ready for bed.

Seeing that this move didn't work, he immediately resorted to a second move.

A bell rang next to my ear, I opened my eyes slightly, and saw a golden beckoning cat, Oshou, shaking in front of my eyes.

"Everyone who answers the question will receive a lucky guard from the Global Spiritual Union Association. This lucky cat is blessed and consecrated by the master himself. It is cute, lucky, and good at all. It can also be used as a key ring. Use, Chairman, are you tempted?"

Honestly, not at all.

Because I know that the so-called master is Henry Zhang himself. If he is a master, then as his boss, am I not a great master?

"Not interested, I want to sleep." I said.

"Chairman..."

Some guy started playing pity on the long tail.

There is really nothing to do with him, why do you ask a person who doesn't believe in ghosts and gods to answer the question about encountering ghosts?

I said helplessly: "I don't like ghosts, so those assumptions you just made don't exist."

"There may be 0.001% hope. After all, with your physique, it's just a matter of minutes."

Seeing is not the same as liking. I see so many people every day, but not everyone likes them.

"If it's a hypothesis, I think it's more likely that I like mages."

After all, mages are human beings, and the probability of liking a person is much higher than liking a ghost.

I don't know which nerve this sentence stimulated him, his eyes instantly became as bright as sapphires (very beautiful), and asked happily: "Chairman, do you mean me by the mage? If so, then I have another answer for you, you wait for me."

He lowered his head and rummaged through his briefcase, and quickly took out a stack of documents.

Looking at the document that is definitely not thin, I can imagine that if I do this answer, I will not even think about resting along the way.

So, before Henry Zhang spoke, I took out a few hundred dollar bills from my wallet.

"Is this enough to shut you up?"

He didn't speak, but frowned.

Just when I was worried that this practice would hurt his self-esteem, his blue eyes looked at my wallet.

There are many credit cards inserted in the wallet, the top one is a black card.

Someone once said that the eyes can speak, and I have realized it personally. His eyes are clearly saying now——I like black cards.

For peace of mind, I pulled out the credit card and handed it to him.

"As long as you don't talk about ghosts again during this trip, this card will be yours."

The hand was empty, the card could be said to have been snatched away, and then in the sound of jingle jingle, the answer to the case file and the lucky cat guard were all stuffed into Henry Zhang's briefcase, he sat upright, smiling Question: "Then chairman, how much money can I spend on the upper limit?"

"Just don't brush it so that I think it's too much."

"Don't worry, I know what to do."

It's no wonder I'm relieved.

"Also, besides talking about business, don't hang around in front of my eyes along the way."

"no problem!"

He smiled until his eyes were narrowed. After work, he can do side jobs, and he can also swipe his card for shopping. Normal people would be very happy.

In this regard, Henry Zhang is quite normal.

So the abnormal person is me, I am so self-abuse.

Before I fell asleep, I kept thinking about why I abused myself so much, but unfortunately, I didn't think of the answer until I fell asleep.

For the first time, I discovered that the function of a credit card is not only to buy things, but also to buy peace.

Because with that black card, my assistant became very obedient.

He stopped being noisy, and he worked diligently, all the meeting materials were sorted out, and he was so attentive that I wondered if he was possessed by something—this is just a description, not that I accepted his strange powers god.

So the business meeting went smoothly. After the first day’s schedule was over, Henry Zhang said that he had lived here before and was regarded as half of the host. He offered to accompany me to visit some famous scenic spots, but I declined.

Because I'm going to my college reunion tonight.

I will come here for the meeting in person, one of the main reasons is that I received an invitation letter from the class reunion, a rare gathering, I don’t want to let Henry Zhang mess up, so I let him move freely.

It doesn't matter if he goes on a trip or engages in a side job to make money, as long as he doesn't get in the way of my party plan tonight.

He readily agreed, for which I planned to give him [-] points in the evaluation column, but when we left, he suddenly looked me up and down and said a word.

"Chairman, let's play, don't do it too late, I'm not trying to scare you. Judging by your aura these two days, the index of encountering ghosts is very high, but you are a dead duck with a stubborn mouth. When you meet ghosts, you refuse to admit that they are evil Ghost, this kind of attitude is very bad, once they get angry, they will probably give you a bad look."

I decided to withdraw the ninety points, and withdraw the black card by the way.

“Henry Zhang,” I lowered my face and said to him, “You disappear for me within three seconds, or you disappear in front of me forever.”

He pursed his lips, looking unconvinced, but immediately swirled away like the wind, leaving only a series of jingle bells and voices.

"I'll see you tomorrow, chairman. Remember to take the lucky cat I gave you with you. I wish you good luck."

I lowered my head and looked at the beckoning cat Oshou who was forced into my hand. I didn't know whether to be angry or laugh.

Finally I put the beckoning cat in my pocket.

Not because I believe what he says, but because I have to return the omamori when I see him tomorrow, or there will be a ridiculously high bill on my desk next week.

After several incidents, I have become familiar with my assistant's money-making tactics.

The atmosphere of the party at night was very lively. The classmates hadn’t seen each other for several years, and it was rare to get together. There were many topics to talk about, so the assistant was completely forgotten by me.

He'll have his own fun anyway, so I don't have to worry about it.

While we were having a hearty chat, I suddenly found out that there was one person missing from the classmate reunion. His name was Yuan Kai. We all used to call him Marshal because he always thought he was the most handsome in the class.

He likes to join in the fun, it's strange that he didn't come today.

I asked the classmate sitting next to me, the former captain of the basketball team in our school.

"Why didn't the marshal come? He likes to join in the fun the most."

The captain’s expression was a bit strange, and he leaned closer and whispered: “He can’t come, he was diagnosed with stomach cancer, and he has been hospitalized recently, in the municipal hospital. We all went to see him two days ago, and I heard that he is running out of time. .”

He made a three with his hand, and I don't know if it was three weeks or three months, but either way it didn't make much difference.

Hearing this news by accident, I feel a little depressed, and I can't blend into the warm atmosphere again.

Following Henry Zhang during this time, we encountered events together and experienced life and death, so for me, death is not a terrible negative thing, but suddenly hearing that my old classmates are about to face such a fate, the feeling is still different .

In order not to affect the atmosphere, I didn't mention this matter again until the end of the party, everyone said good night to each other, and went home by car.

The location of our meeting was relatively remote, it was very late, and it was raining again, so taxis were not easy to find. I called a taxi for a few female students and sent them away. In the end, it was just me and the team leader.

"Oh, you are still as gentlemanly as before. Don't you know that they actually want to ride in the same car with you?"

The captain folded his hands on his chest, leaning against the door and making fun of me.

"I'm not on the right track with them."

Another taxi passed by, and I waved hurriedly, but the other party ignored it and rushed over.

After that, several cars were like this, and the captain laughed.

"Look, that's the price of being a gentleman."

"I think there is a problem with these drivers, and I can complain to them for refusing to board."

"Don't be like this. It's a rainy day, and this place is remote. No one wants to travel long distances. Let me help you."

He walked to the side of the road and shook his thumb up and down, just as a taxi ran over and stopped by the side of the road.

The rear door opened, and the captain let me get in the car, and knocked on the window. After the window fell, he took out a banknote and handed it to the driver, and gave me the name of the hotel where I was staying.

"This is my buddy, please take care of me."

I wanted to decline his offer, but the rain was so heavy that the driver had already closed the windows.

I opened the rear door a little and asked him, "Aren't you coming with me?"

"I live near here, and I can go back on foot."

The captain closed the car door, waved his hand at me, and gestured for a phone call.

The car started, and the driver asked, "Are you classmates?"

"Yes, college classmate."

"Students are very strange creatures. Even if we haven't seen each other for a few years, we still have endless conversations after we meet."

The driver was an unattractive man in his 50s. I don’t know if all taxi drivers are so talkative. After that, he kept talking about his classmates for a long time.

I was a little drunk, leaning on the back of the chair with my eyes closed, listening to his nagging, I couldn't help thinking that fortunately Henry Zhang wasn't there, otherwise they would definitely be able to talk all the way.

The driver finally said that he was tired and turned on the late night radio. I listened to the music on the radio and gradually lost consciousness.

I don't know how long it took, the sudden sudden brake woke me up from my dream, I opened my eyes, and turned my head to look out the window.

The rain is still falling, and the street lamps in the distance emit a dim light, shining on the deserted streets.

I couldn't see a car on the road. There was radio music streaming in the car. The radio waves were not good, and there were rustling sounds from time to time. It was uncomfortable to listen to late at night.

The roads to the hotel are all national roads, not this kind of remote road, so the first thing I thought was that this car was a black car and the driver had a problem.

I adjusted my sitting posture, reached out and felt in my pocket to see if there was anything that could be used as a weapon, and thought about finding an opportunity to call the police.

In order not to arouse the driver's suspicion, I pretended to be innocent and asked, "What happened?"

"Over there, look over there, it's weird."

The driver pointed to the corner ahead and said.

It was an intersection without signal lights, and there were two people, one big and one small, standing under the street lights.

They should be father and son. The child was about five or six years old, holding his father's hand and standing in the rain. They hung their heads, not knowing whether they were going to cross the road or waiting for a bus. It was raining so heavily, but they didn't even bring an umbrella.

"I'm sorry, I suddenly saw a child, so I stepped on the brakes subconsciously. You know that children's behavior is unpredictable. They especially like to rush into the road suddenly."

It turned out that I misunderstood the driver.

But it's a bit weird for a father and son to stand in the rain like this late at night.

"Have they been standing there?"

"It seems that it didn't exist just now, but it suddenly appeared. It's like being haunted. This kind of haunting behavior that appears suddenly is the most annoying. It's easy to be scared, don't you think?"

"Maybe they are in a hurry and don't know if they need to take a car."

The man at the intersection raised his hand and made a gesture similar to calling for a car, but he still lowered his head, and the child also lowered his head, as if performing a pantomime.

I asked the driver to pull over.

He was a little reluctant, and said, "I don't want to take this kind of strange person. Whether you have money to pay the bill is a problem."

"If they don't, I'll pay for it."

I also think these two are weird, but seeing a child shivering in the rain still makes me unable to ignore the past.

The driver did as I was told, but muttered, "They're all wet and they're going to stain my car."

"I will pay you."

"It's not a question of whether to pay or not, but a matter of principle. I like clean things very much. Alas, I wouldn't care if I didn't see children."

He parked the car, rolled down the window, and shouted at the man on the side of the road: "Do you want to take a car? This guest is kind and said that he can take you."

The child raised his head.

He looks very cute, but because of the rain, his face is pale, and the man's face is even more gray, his eyes are empty and dull, revealing a strong atmosphere of decadence.

I don't know if I have been with that magic stick for a long time, but I subconsciously looked at the ground.

There was no shadow of them on the ground.

This is actually quite normal as they are standing right under the street light.

The man stared at me without speaking or expressing anything. The child looked at the driver, then at the car, and finally raised his head and asked his father with his eyes.

I hurriedly got out of the car and said to him: "Get in the car first, the rain is too heavy, and the child will not be able to bear it."

The last sentence worked. The man took the child by the hand and got into the car. When they passed by me, I shivered. I don’t know if it was because of the cold rain or the aura here.

I quickly turned to the passenger seat, got in the car and sat down, the driver closed the door, started the car again, and asked, "Where are you going?"

There was no sound at all in the back seat. The father didn't seem to hear it, but just stared at the front silently. The child didn't speak, and sat quietly beside him. I noticed that he was holding his father's hand tightly. .

The driver got no reply and had to look at me.

I signaled him to continue driving, and then I took out a handkerchief and handed it to the child. He thanked him and took it, but it was useless. Instead, he held it in his hand and kept a motionless sitting posture.

No matter how you look at it, you can see that there is something wrong with the father and son.

I wanted to ask them if they were in trouble, but my gut told me they wouldn't tell if I had asked.

The driver turned off the radio, and the taxi drove silently in the rainy night. It took a long time before my father opened his mouth.

His pronunciation was very vague, and there was an empty echo from the car. I didn't hear clearly, so I turned my head and asked again before I heard what he said.

"Hospital... Municipal Hospital..."

I glanced at the driver, and the driver turned the car on the way to the municipal hospital, drove the car, and said, "At this time, the hospital does not allow visits."

The man lowered his head slightly and stopped talking again.

I look at the kid.

The child is also very weird. His expression has the innocence of children of the same age, but there is no hope. His eyes are cloudy and bewildered. All wet.

But they didn't show any discomfort at all.

For some reason, I thought of the paper figurines in the Xiangdian shop, and I couldn't help but glance at their feet again.

Henry Zhang said that ghosts have no heels, and they don’t touch the ground when they walk, but the back is too dark for me to see.

I laughed at myself and turned around and sat back, amused at my absurd idea.

I kind of want to fire my assistant, because I suddenly found that my thinking has been subtly influenced by him unconsciously. I say I don’t believe in ghosts and gods, but I always follow his arguments in action.

What a bad start.

When we arrived at the municipal hospital, the driver stopped the car and opened the door.

I was about to pay, but the man had already handed him the money and returned the handkerchief to me, thanked him in a low voice, and pulled his son out of the car.

As soon as they left, the driver immediately closed the door, stepped on the gas pedal and drove the car out.

"Let me tell you, there is definitely something wrong with them. How can anyone come to visit in the middle of the night, maybe it's You..."

Look at my face, he stopped halfway.

But I know what he's going to say next - ghost, because I hear this word from my assistant almost every day.

The marshal also lives in the municipal hospital. I originally wanted to stop by to see him, but after listening to the driver, I dismissed the idea in order not to be misunderstood.

Better wait until daytime.

When I got back to the hotel, I gave the driver a few big bills. In addition to the detour money, there was also compensation for the father and son who had soiled the seat, but the driver refused to accept it and just gave me some change.

"Your friend has already paid, I can't charge so much, this is our rule, welcome to take my car next time."

Seeing Henry Zhang again is the next morning, in my hotel room.

At that time, I was drinking coffee and reading financial newspapers when I heard a knock on the door. Before I could respond, the door opened automatically, just like when he left yesterday, he swung in like the wind.

"Boss, are you okay?"

"I think at this time, what you should ask is good morning, Henry Zhang." I looked at the newspaper and said casually.

"Good morning, Chairman!"

"Ah."

"It's really rude. I said hello, and you should say hello too. The chairman is amazing, and the boss is amazing."

Don't ask me how I know what's on his mind, I just know he does.

Henry Zhang stood by for a while, seeing that I ignored him, he came over to look at my face again, and kept sniffing his nose like a dog.

I angrily pushed him away.

"Are you rhinitis Henry Zhang?"

"Oh no, I think your aura is a little bit wrong, Chairman, didn't you encounter any strange things last night?"

Thinking of the father and son, I stopped drinking coffee.

They were a bit weird, but it didn't bother me anything, and I got back to the hotel, rested well, and slept through the night.

"No."

"Really? Don't lie, let me tell you, I can see that your nose is growing."

This guy is not big or small, he seems to have forgotten who is the boss.

I grabbed his hand dangling in front of me and asked calmly, "Have you prepared all the materials for today's meeting?"

"what!"

"I'm going to the venue in 10 minutes. Before I leave, I need to see the materials."

"Get ready right now!"

He whirled away again.

While I was drinking coffee, of course I wouldn't tell him that he had sorted out all the data and handed it over to me long before departure—although his assistant didn't get full marks, he did it fairly seriously.

But since he forgot, he might as well ask him to prepare it again, you must know that my black card is not so easy to get.

Today's meeting also went well.

So I was in a good mood. After the meeting, I originally wanted to ask Henry Zhang to have lunch, but he succeeded in dispelling my thoughts with one sentence.

"Chairman, you are stuck, absolutely, you are stuck."

As soon as he came out of the conference hall, he pulled me under the sun, put his hands on my shoulders, leaned closer, observed my face and said.

I saw strange glances from passers-by.

“Henry Zhang, stand three steps away from me.”

He did as he did, took three small steps back, but insisted: "Chairman, you look terrible, do you have the lucky cat I brought you?"

I'm sure I was angry at him for my bad complexion.

"I brought it, do you want me to pay you back?"

"No, absolutely don't, it's so bad to bring the Omoru, if you don't, wow, you will definitely go to hell."

Who will tell me what evil I have done to go to hell?

He immediately realized that he had said something wrong, and hurriedly shook his hands again and again.

"Chairman, I'm not cursing you, I'm describing, yes, describing, in short, your aura is very bad, so don't talk to people you don't know, don't drink, don't go to dark places, and ...Ah forget it, from now on, I'll be with you, I'll go wherever you go, I'll stop the ghosts when they come, and stop the monsters when they come..."

He gesticulates in front of me, the way he touches fish is too funny, if I am not afraid that I will not be able to restrain him in the future, I will definitely laugh on the spot.

It's strange enough that I don't find someone annoying when someone acts strangely in front of me all day long.

"I'm going to see a friend in the afternoon. I don't need you to accompany me. What do you want to do..."

"I have nothing to do, so I can accompany you to see your friends."

Forget it, I'm afraid that the marshal will be told nonsense by him, and his life span will be shortened.

"I said no."

"But the chairman..."

"Do you not want the black card anymore?"

In fact, it is also very simple to deal with Henry Zhang, because his dead spot is too obvious.

Hearing what I said, he immediately covered his pockets and remained silent.

I handed him the briefcase, turned and left, and he explained behind him: "Then if there is anything, you can call me anytime, I am on standby 24 hours a day."

"know."

"Remember to bring a guard with you. People are guarding, and people are dying and guarding death!"

I really don't know whether he is worried about me or cursing me.

I adjusted my tie so I could breathe better.

"know."

Saying goodbye to my nagging and nagging assistant, I ate lunch outside and drove to the hospital.

The marshal lived on the eighth floor. I entered the ward building. Not long after, the elevator came, but it was full of people, and no one wanted to get out of the elevator.

It seems that everyone is going to the underground parking lot, so I had to wait for the next shift. Unexpectedly, the two people who were waiting for the elevator with me ran in. One of them was holding down the door open button and looked at me, which meant that you want to Don't come in?

It's so crowded, you don't need to take this elevator, do you?

I raised my hand and was about to refuse, when suddenly something was wrong.

Because I saw that after they went in, the people who were originally on the elevator squeezed to the back, and one of them was even squeezed into the air, and it was a child!

Even if a child is picked up by an adult, it is impossible to hold it so high that almost half of its body is hanging in the elevator.

In order to make sure that I was not dazzled, I took two steps forward and looked carefully. The child noticed it, pulled the corners of the mouth on both sides with his hands, and stuck out his tongue to make faces at me.

At this moment, two more people rushed over and rushed into the elevator. The inside became even more crowded, and the people behind were like the child, floating half of their bodies into the air to make room for the elevator.

It was a very bizarre phenomenon. For a moment, I wondered if there was something wrong with my eyes.

I raised my hand and rubbed my eyes, and looked over again, the situation in the elevator was even weirder, because those people's eyes fell on me, and everyone grinned, as if they were laughing.

But I couldn't hear the laughter at all, I only heard a sentence.

"Neuropathy."

The person who kept pressing the door button got impatient and let go of his hand. By the time I realized that he was scolding me, the elevator door had already closed.

Through the last gap, I saw the child climbed onto the man's head and continued to make faces at me. The moment the elevator started, there was a crisp and lively laughter from inside.

"Fool!"

For the first time in my life, I've been called that by someone... well, maybe not a person, but some kind of creature, and I'm not angry.

Because I also feel that my reaction just now is quite idiotic.

But I can’t blame me. Before I met Henry Zhang, I had been living in a normal world. When I suddenly faced such a phenomenon, the first explanation I made was-my mental condition was not good, and the second was...

I'm damned.

Although based on belief, I am very reluctant to admit this fact.

Admittedly, it means that everything Henry Zhang said is correct. For such an unreliable magic stick, what he said in a mess is not absurd. This is the most damning thing.

I was thinking wildly, the bell rang, and an elevator next to me arrived.

The elevator door opened, and I was about to step up, but I lowered it halfway, because this elevator was also full of people...and...maybe they weren't people. In short, I can't immediately judge what is standing in front of me. what creature.

There are men and women inside,