Yi Chen didn't hesitate to serve all the big bags of grave tea he just got.

Although tea is a good thing, it is not a necessity, and you can also buy it directly from the organization in the future. There is no need to drink the highest grade grave tea at the beginning.

As all the tea leaves were rolled into the old woman's mouth, she immediately showed a satisfied expression.

"Today's young people are really sensible. The conversation time is still one hour, but I will give you something else..."

The old woman stretched out her fingers as dry as a dead tree and touched her cheek.

"Your "dead man's makeup" is just for disguise, which is not enough. I will teach you some more effective and deadly "makeup", which will be of great help to you now.

Come see me every Saturday night at 12:00 and study for an hour."

"Thank you, Granny Tang."

"You don't need to thank me. After all, you are the second 'unable to die' person I have seen in my long life. The first is of course myself.

If you want to ask anything, just ask directly, and remember to leave the room before this candle burns out, otherwise I may not be able to control my festering mental impulse and do something too nice to you."

The old woman's flexible tongue, which was black and full of sores, stirred rapidly in the air, sometimes folding, sometimes rolling, making a weird sound of flesh slices.

It seems that as long as Yi Chen fails to leave on time, he will accept the punishment brought by this tongue.

Yi Chen didn't reject Granny Tang's weird behavior at all, so he took the time to ask key questions:

"I want to know why we can still live like this after death? Instead of dying quietly like most people."

Granny Tang took out a piece of sandpaper from the drawer and began to polish the wrinkles on her face. While polishing, she answered:

"I have been looking for the answer to this question for a long time. I always thought it was related to zombies at first. It was not until a Taoist priest attached all his talismans to my body but I still broke my neck that I rejected this idea.

Later, for a period of time, I thought that I was not favored by the Lord of Hell for some reason. When I died, I did not send anyone to seduce my soul, so my soul remained in the corpse and lived.

But I have never seen anything like a bull-headed horse-face in such a long time. With the development of society and science and technology, I am no longer superstitious about such things.

Later, I came to the mental hospital and gradually discovered a problem during my daily conversations with Dr. Lu Xin.

It has been 471 years since my death. Many things have been abandoned and forgotten by me, but there are still some things that I have always kept in my heart. Every time I think about them, my whole body twitches with hatred.

Combined with the research in the mental hospital, it can be roughly inferred that it is related to the strong obsession I had during my lifetime, and no matter how time passes, the intensity of the obsession will not fade by half.

It is this strong obsession that keeps me ‘alive’.

When this obsession begins to subside, I may really die like a normal person... Young man, you must have some strong obsession in your heart, right? I can see the unwillingness in your eyes.

and hatred.”

"Yes."

"That's right, we do belong to the same category, the [weirdness] related to death."

Granny Tang's last words made Yi Chen stunned for a moment.

In the past two years of life as a "temporary worker", along with all kinds of weird contacts and killings, Yi Chen also began to wonder whether his state of being dead could be considered a kind of weird one.

Granny Tang continued: "The world we live in looks stable and stable, but in fact it is chaotic... [Human beings] are creatures that accidentally derive consciousness. There are many variables and uncontrollability.

With a huge population base, there are always some people who are unsociable, extreme, violent, and paranoid.

Their thinking is constantly distorted as they grow up, and this distortion slowly affects the foundation of their souls, causing them to change from the root, and eventually become so-called "weird".

However, we are not exactly the same as these guys. We have complete self-control, but we just have difficulty controlling our emotions when it comes to matters involving obsession.

Unlike other weirdos, you have to find opportunities to vent every day, and even take pleasure in abuse, fear creation and massacre.

Although I have killed people, it was four hundred years ago."

"I see……"

After receiving this answer, Yi Chen also nodded, feeling it was reasonable.

He could also completely accept the outcome of waiting until the orphanage was razed to the ground, killing Director Cao, untying his knot, putting aside his obsessions, and dying.

At this time,

Granny Tang, who had polished half of her face to look like a forty-year-old woman, used her tongue to lick off the dead skin powder, chewed and swallowed, and continued:

"The above is just my subjective guess as an old lady. There may be deeper and more important reasons that are unknown. As the same kind, we can slowly discuss this matter in the future.

Remember the promise every Saturday, I will light candles and wait for your arrival."

Yi Chen glanced at the red candle lit on the dressing table. There was still about 1/6 of the length, and he took the time to ask the last question.

He raised his hand and touched a drop of black liquid from the bullet hole between his eyebrows.

"What is this?"

“What exactly black liquid is and why it is produced from our bodies, I don’t know.

I only know that the black liquid will increase with our death time, use and certain factors. My whole body is now covered with black liquid.

The blood flowing in my body, the tissue fluid adhering to the surfaces of my organs, and the sweat overflowing from my pores are all this kind of stuff.

Don't reject [it],

Black liquid is unique to us, an important part of our body, and may even be a gift from death.

Try to contact it, try to control it, and it will become our most effective self-defense tool when we encounter danger. Of course, if you want to kill, it will also help, and it is very efficient.

It's time for you to leave, young man...otherwise I will really lose control of myself."

The remaining candle flickers,

Yi Chen felt a strange feeling coming from under his feet. When he looked down, he saw that the black liquid on the ground turned into tongue creatures with small arms that were climbing on the sneakers, licking the shoelaces and trademarks.

"Grandma Tang, see you next time!"

Say goodbye quickly and exit the room.

Yi Chen almost closed the door as soon as the red candle went out...

Bang bang bang! Fierce tongue lashing sounds came from inside. There were even more than ten tongues sticking out from the window on the door, sending a different kind of invitation to Yi Chen.

At this moment, Granny Tang seemed to be a different person, as if she was whispering in his ear:

§Brother, come in and play§

Yi Chen, who was born in an orphanage, was not frightened. He just bowed slightly towards the iron gate and turned around to leave.

On his way back to the doctor's office, there were many imprisoned [weirds] on both sides of the passage who issued 'invitations' to the young man Yi Chen.

Or stretch out your hands and feet,

Or verbal ridicule or bewitchment,

Some people even sprayed liquid through the door and window.

But when they saw what the young man was doing, they immediately withdrew the invitation.

along the way,

The young man inserted his index finger completely into the bullet hole in his forehead, and even turned it slightly.

Touch and poke the prefrontal lobe area with your index finger to improve your concentration and thinking ability, comprehensively review and think about the conversation just now, and completely ignore the harassment encountered along the way.

When encountering someone who goes too far, Yi Chen will even give him a terrifying dead look, as if he wants to beat the person to pieces.

Arriving at the office of the attending doctor, Lu Xin,

Yi Chen slowly pulled out his index finger from between his brain, then put it into his mouth, sucked off the black liquid stained on it and wiped it clean with a tissue.

I put on some simple makeup to cover the hole in my forehead, tidied my clothes, and walked into the office with a smile.

After a brief exchange, Yi Chen received his first hunting mission as a "lone wolf".

A large number of suicides have occurred in an art school recently. The suicide rate on campus in the past month is more than 20 times the average suicide rate in the urban area. The chosen method of suicide is [hanging].

A week ago, a temporary team went to investigate, but to no avail. It was suspected that a certain monster hidden in the school had extremely high anti-reconnaissance capabilities and would only attack a single individual.

This matter falls on the newly promoted official employee - Yi Chen, who is just old enough to pretend to be a freshman.

(End of chapter)


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