An excellent woman, if it was really because of marriage that she ended up like that.
Damn it.
I looked at Wang Li's photo on my phone and secretly thought about his villain.
Suddenly I missed Sister Liu Yu's way of doing things.
If it were Sister Liu Yu, she would have physically castrated the man directly.
What kind of epoch-making new star on the Internet, what kind of humorous company vice president...
In front of her, a 3-year-old beast, it was nothing.
Is it really possible for such a person to sincerely repent in front of the wrong things he has done? People come and go on the subway, and occasionally there are a few ghosts wandering around. They walk, sit and stand like normal people.
If it weren't for the slightly translucent soul bodies, I wouldn't be able to tell that these are not actually humans.
I read all the news about Wang Li that I could find on the Internet, but I didn't find any valuable clues.
Most of them were compliments to him.
It was so terrible to watch.
……
After handing over the keys to the client and signing a trial housing agreement, I went back to school.
After a hearty meal in the school cafeteria, I returned to the dormitory and packed my luggage for a trial stay in the evening.
The roommates also came back one after another for lunch break.
Li Fangyu looked at the computer and said: "Sisters, Li Yan will come to our school to give a speech tomorrow morning. The college mandates that more than 50% of the participants in each class must participate. Now there are less than 20 people participating. The monitor is almost in the class group It’s driving me crazy. I plan to attend, do you want to go?”
Sheng Qiqi became excited: "Oh! I signed up! I have heard of Li Yan's name a long time ago. It is said that he is very handsome. As a code farmer, his hair shows no sign of premature baldness. I have long heard of it." I want to see it! Kang Yan, are you going? "
Kang Yan was chewing on the apple in her hand: "I don't want to go. It's rare that I won't have an early morning tomorrow. I want to have a good sleep."
Sheng Qiqi: "Then Fang Yu, let's go together. I heard from the senior students that Li Yan has a successful career at a young age and is now the chief software engineer of Yaohong Technology. He is so handsome that he looks like someone from a novel. The kind of mature and charming man who comes out..."
Li Yan, Yaohong Technology, this name is so familiar.
Where have I heard that? Ah, by the way, I saw it on the news this morning.
In Wang Li's interview, Wang Li said that his success in the competition is inseparable from his partners. One is his wife, and the other is probably Li Yan, who Sheng Qiqi said is "successful in career, good-looking and rich".
I carefully recalled the photo with Hu Tian in that report. When he was young, he did look romantic and handsome, but he was not my type.
Besides, even if Wang Li did something wrong, it had nothing to do with his friends.
I didn't take this matter to heart. I took a nap early in the afternoon to replenish my energy, took a shower, and mentally prepared myself to spend all my time, and headed towards the mansion.
The plastic surgery ghost in the "mansion" is indeed very restless.
I tried to communicate with her, but she acted like "I won't listen to what I don't want to hear." She just kept screaming at me to leave and get out of her house.
"I've told you so many times, I'm a real estate agent and part-time ghost hunter! I'm not your husband's mistress! This is my job, why do you keep asking me to get out!"
Female ghost: Screaming and roaring, I won’t listen.
If there weren't any cups in the house that could be thrown, she would probably have thrown all the cups to the ground.
Just a few words back and forth, "Get out of here", "Go quickly", "Get out of here".
It was three years ago that Hu Tian died on the operating table.
According to Uncle Jin from the hospital, after a person dies, if the soul wanders around the world for more than three years, the energy of the soul will gradually fade, and the memory may become blurred at this time.
After five years, the behavior will often be a little weird. At this time, most ghosts no longer have human behavior habits.
As for ghosts who have not replenished their energy for more than seven years, their soul energy will be very little at this time, and their behavior will become excessively paranoid, like an elderly person with Alzheimer's disease or a child with unclear people cannot understand is no clear limit on the age. Some ghost memories may take a long time to fade away, while some ghost memories may take a short time to fade away.
But the "plastic surgery ghost" in front of me obviously behaved beyond the scope of normal people.
Tired.
The exhaustion of caring for Alzheimer’s patients with cognitive impairment.
Suddenly I thought of the night bed record written by a medical staff that I saw online: The patient defecated everywhere and "played" with it in his shouted and refused to listen and threw his excrement at me.
The record contains only a few words, but every word is filled with tears.
I can now relate to the sadness revealed between the lines.
……
I grabbed the plastic surgeon by the back of his neck and said, "How can you calm down?"
"you left."
"Apart from this?"
"Stay away from him."
"I don't know your husband at all! You're not far enough away from him! Also, I'm not interested in bald braised eggs at all!" I was going crazy.
The conversation seemed to have fallen into an endless loop again.
But I saw the confused expression of Hu Tian who was holding my hand.
"No, no...it's a bald head..."
Ok? What does it mean? The expression on the face of the plastic surgery ghost began to become confused. I asked her what she meant, but she would not answer me.
Hey, if I had known better, I would not have provoked her in the morning, and I would have communicated with her properly when she was teasing least she was sane then.
It’s not like she’s going into a state of madness as soon as she sees me now, as if she’s in a state of dementia.
If only there was some way to explore the memories of ghosts.
I thought of the cameras in the hands of those underworld workers in small teahouses. Just take a picture and record the memories of the ghosts during their lifetime.
But this kind of thing that can only be used at the junction of the underworld and the human world cannot be brought to the earthly world.
At my wits end I tried to sleep.
If only she could tell me her experiences in her dreams like a little ghost girl.
But the little female ghost only told me that I fed her delicious food.
She is very fond of me.
Can this plastic surgery ghost who has already fought me three times tell me this? Would she really not let me pass through that medical staff and let me have a few dreams about taking care of patients and having their excrement thrown away? I fell into a deep sleep uneasy.
When I was unconscious, I vaguely felt someone touching my butt.
The restless hands of someone I don't know kneaded my ass all the way up, and pinched the sensitive area of my lower back hard twice.
I tried hard to open my eyes, but there seemed to be a heavy weight on my eyelids and I couldn't open them.
My hands and feet seemed to be filled with lead and I couldn't move them.
But my body gradually began to become hot and dry.
I was horrified: Am I... having an erotic dream? ? ! !
(End of this chapter)