Disease Name Immortal

Outside the Tang's villa area, a van that was out of tune with the surrounding luxury cars was parked at random.

"I need to know the simple information inside."

"Because there is no immediate contact with the deceased, the perception is very limited, but from the feedback of the deceased, there should be three lesions."

The female driver of the van listened to the message from the other end of the phone and frowned:

"Three? Is there any more detailed information?"

"It was extremely cold, extremely hot, and a sense of mental oppression. Two of the people who broke into this haunted house were frozen to death, one committed suicide by a mental breakdown, and one was burned to death. There is only so much I can see."

While digesting the information, the woman ran to the ninth villa at a very fast speed.

Although she was wearing a hospital gown, it was considered a trend after the disease era, and it was not noticeable.

She is a "soldier" who is in charge of dealing with frontline issues.

And her partner is "horse". "Horse"'s ability to be sick is very special.

To put it simply, dead horses are used as living horses and can obtain information from dead people.

The other end of the phone said:

"You don't have to worry too much. Your mission is not to be a domain doctor, but to save people. It's enough to save Jiang Bingshu and escape the scene at the speed of light. Of course, if he has already sent it, it will be easier."

"In addition, if it is determined that it is dangerous, the car and the gun will be in charge."

The soldiers don't think that vehicles and artillery will come, and they don't deal with such a small ward where only a few people died.

Moreover, chariots and guns have high self-esteem, and have always disdain to act with themselves as soldiers.

Even if they did come, I'm afraid Jiang Bingshu would have already died.

The soldier hung up the phone.

The luxury residential areas built near the junction are a bit embarrassing, the poor can't afford it, and the rich don't like it. So it seems very quiet here.

Normal people don't usually buy this kind of house.

After going all the way, she finally came to the door of the ninth villa.

"I hope he's still alive."

She guessed that when she opened the door, she would see a dying **** tree.

Or the **** diseased tree should have died somewhere.

Or maybe the **** tree is hiding in the dark and trembling. You might start wrestling with the oddities of the ward.

But she was totally wrong.

When the soldier's hand was about to touch the doorknob and open the door from the outside—

The door handle suddenly turned, and the door was actually opened from the inside.

The person who opened the door was Ginger Bingshu.

Originally, the door could not be opened from the inside, and it was completely locked, like a curse.

This is also one of the characteristics of the ward. Once you enter, you cannot leave.

If you can leave, it can only mean one thing - the ward has been purified.

Bing's eyes widened, he never thought that someone would open the door.

I didn't even think that the person who opened the door was Jiang Bingshu. An intact **** diseased tree.

So much so that she thought it was an illusion:

"Ginger diseased tree?"

"who are you?"

"You... are you okay?"

"Uh, should I be okay?" Jiang Bingshu looked calm.

Bing couldn't imagine how the other party, as an ordinary person, survived:

"Have you encountered anything strange?"

This is really true. Jiang Bingshu was still thinking about whether to call the police or not.

But he couldn't think of how to describe it. He did experience bizarre things, but he couldn't call the police and say he had seen a ghost.

Combining the interview text messages he received, he vaguely guessed the identity of this woman.

And the bizarre experience not long ago made Jiang Bingshu very interested in this interview.

"Come on, come in and sit down."

He opened the door and made an inviting gesture.

This is not like a person waiting to be rescued, but more like the owner of a house.

Seeing the rescue target so calmly, Bing suddenly had a strange feeling.

I am like a teacher. A topic is set out on the blackboard.

Thinking that the students will eventually ask the teacher for help because they can't think of the answer.

As a result, the student solved the problem perfectly, and cast doubt on the difficulty.

…

…

After a few minutes, the two briefly met.

It's really simple. Jiang Bingshu only knew that this woman was called Liu Bing. As for what she did, it was unclear whether she passed the interview or not.

Of course, he also explained his experience more simply.

But Jiang Bingshu showed a style that the fewer words, the more information.

"You mean, that ghost was persuaded by you, you sold the house, so he just left? Disappeared?"

Liu Bing has been suffering from illness for a long time, which makes her face sickly white, and it is difficult to see ruddy.

But the fluctuating emotions still made her face a little bloody.

"Yes, this is the second time you've asked, so what exactly is our job? Is it a haunted house salesman? How is the salary calculated? Commission? Is there a basic salary?"

"…"

Liu Bing just felt incredible:

"You really sold the haunted house because of an obsession with a disease? Then purify the house?"

Jiang Bingshu noticed the term "disease obsession".

With the voice in his head, he probably guessed something:

"For the third time, I know it's absurd, but I tried my best. Even though the house was burning and haunted, and there were eyes all over the bedroom, I tried my best to tell the good things about the house in every way. ."

"I found that I really have this talent. Well, as far as selling a haunted house is concerned, it is indeed different from the traditional real estate sales I imagined, but it is always a job. I don't pick it."

"I'm a cheap and healthy person. I'm definitely not considered for regular work. But I have certain requirements for wages. After all, I have the strength to go to **** when I'm full."

"Of course, in the face of a dangerous situation, I hope to increase the money."

"…"

Until now, Liu Bing still can't match Jiang Bingshu's brain waves.

He understates his experience in the haunted house, but instead asks about the interview situation like a chatterbox.

Is this the reaction of a person who escaped death?

She took a deep breath:

"Can you tell me what happened in detail? Yes, I am indeed an interviewer, but your interview process really surprised me... very surprised. I need to know the ins and outs."

Jiang Bingshu has long guessed that the so-called "ghost" is probably related to the disease.

Everything related to disease is the code of wealth.

This may be an opportunity for him to get out of the lung area, so he is very cooperative:

"Well, if you want to know more, there is a story you can listen to."

story?

Liu Bing didn't say anything, just nodded to signal Jiang Bingshu to continue.

Jiang Bingshu slowly told:

"The hostess of the house is actually just the mistress of the real owner of this mansion. This kind of thing is not unusual."

"Rich people in the heart area will often come to the lung area and stomach area to find some beautiful poor women and do things you like and I want."

"Of course, there are also rich women who come to look for young men."

"Anyway, the hostess is living a good life, and in the face of money and love, most people know how to choose."

"But people always want more."

"To put it simply, she put a hat on the rich gold owner during her relationship with the rich gold owner."

"She often has a tryst with a young man in the liver area in this house. The two even wore the same ring, maybe it was the money of the gold master."

"But she doesn't know. The sponsor has long known the woman's little secret, and even watched everything closely through the camera."

"On the walls of the bedroom, on the murals, on the ceiling, in the air conditioner, in the TV screen, on the edge of the mirror, on the doll bear's eyes next to the TV cabinet, under the bed and in the wardrobe."

"Even near the bathtub and toilet in the bathroom, the gold owner has placed a pinhole camera."

When Jiang Bingshu saw Liu Bing clenched his fist, he calmly said:

"Calm down, there is no shortage of perverts in this world. Before the disease era, people pursued physical and mental health."

"But after the era of sickness, people pursue pathology, both physically and psychologically. After all, who doesn't want extraordinary abilities?"

"I've seen people who sleep in the cemetery every night in order to get mentally ill and eat Laotan pickled cabbage noodles in the live broadcast room. There are also filial sons who persuade their parents to commit suicide every day in order to get depression."

"Uh, it's too far..."

"Anyway, the woman doesn't know at all. His financier already knew what she did."

"Even the appreciation of this candid perspective made him more morbidly excited."

"Maybe it was uploaded to some websites that everyone's friends are interested in. In the eyes of the rich, she may be a tool for making money. This house is actually a large...shooting site."

When listening to Jiang Bingshu talking about these places, Liu Bing instinctively felt disgusted.

But it's not over yet, more perverted things are coming.

"Every camera, like an obscene gaze, watched her in all directions, but she finally found out."

"She probably discovered it by accident, but it made her feel a huge humiliation."

"She thought she played with the rich and achieved both love and wealth by virtue of her beauty."

"But I finally found out that my every move was under the supervision of the rich man, and I was the toy. The other party didn't expose it, just because of perversion and bad taste."

"Finally, one day she couldn't bear it anymore, and it was a showdown. Her eyes met these cameras. She should continue to play stupid, but she couldn't hold back her emotions, and the two had an argument."

"Of course, I'm just guessing. I don't know exactly why the rich have murderous intentions."

"She forgot her identity as a toy, and she finally got killed."

"The woman's final fate is to be forcibly stuffed into the freezer. Then it's almost impossible to stuff the small cabinet, but if the bones are broken, the body can be folded, and it can be done."

"But what's even more cruel is that when she was stuffed in, the woman wasn't dead yet, she was frozen to death alive."

When Jiang Bingshu talked about these things, his tone was obviously a little sad.

But there are even more sad things.

"Tell me about that salesman, he's a very good one."

"He's got sebaceous dysplasia, and he's always producing oil, which makes him very lonely. But he's serious about his work, and...he's got a great empathy."

"He was entrusted by the rich to sell the house."

"Because of his illness, he can't go to places that are too hot, and who likes a greasy person?"

"So he has no friends. His only friend is probably his illness."

"He can only come to this room, film the situation in the room, prepare to record a video, and promote it on the Internet. This can reduce the contact with people as much as possible."

"He kept on the phone with the rich man, and everything went smoothly until he came to the restaurant."

"The temperature of the air conditioner in the restaurant is very high, and the whole room is very hot. He may have turned off the air conditioner, but even if it is turned off, the temperature will not go down for a while."

"Sebaceous gland dysplasia, also known as spontaneous combustion syndrome, is taboo to high temperature, sweating, and drinking alcohol."

"He probably talked a lot on the phone here. Obviously, he was also thirsty from the heat and was going to find some water to drink."

"So he opened the refrigerator, but he never thought that the liquid in the drinking water container in the refrigerator turned out to be alcohol."

Liu Bing understood:

"There is only wine in the refrigerator. This is a calculation. Did he... ignite spontaneously?"

"Yes, he has met all the conditions for spontaneous combustion."

Jiang Bingshu sighed softly:

"When he was about to die, the rich man said to him, damn, you will make my house unsellable."

"This turned out to be his obsession. After he became a 'ghost', he wanted to sell the burning house. It was reflected in the hope that someone could play his role and sell the house."

"But he didn't know that his spontaneous combustion was actually designed."

"He ignited spontaneously, becoming an inextinguishable source of burning, and burning all traces of the rich man's crime."

"The dead can also be all blamed on him."

"Then he became a being that I couldn't understand. UU read www.uukanshu.com and then met me. I guessed that I should have fulfilled his wish, so the haunted house... turned into a normal house in the end."

The story is indeed not long, and according to the information given by Ma, many places match what Jiang Bingshu said.

This surprised Liu Bing.

Jiang Bingshu was able to think about the origin of the whole incident in such an environment?

When normal people enter the ward, it is difficult to keep calm in the face of those strange phenomena.

She has changed her opinion on the **** diseased tree. Of course, she was also surprised by this story.

This reminded her of what Che once said—

The most terrifying thing in the disease field is not those strange diseases, but the distorted thoughts of people in a morbid environment.

"How did you deduce all this?"

When Liu Bing asked this sentence, Jiang Bingshu was a little disappointed.

Because this story can't stand up to scrutiny at all, the whole story is his whim—

Made up.

Can a fire really burn everything down? Isn't this kind of freezer just enough to keep corpses?

He obviously suffers from abnormal sebaceous glands, so he should be alert for the first time when he smells the smell of wine.

Even if you don't smell it, the concentration of medical alcohol can be tasted at the first sip. How could someone drink it with the stimulation of the taste buds?

These doubts made Jiang Bingshu think of the story of the old man in the lung area.

Maybe the truth of this house is another darker trend.

However, he didn't know much about the disease, and some of his thoughts were pure guesswork.

Jiang Bingshu squeezed out a smile:

"Have I had the interview? If so, I have some questions to ask."