Meng Ke held a pair of soft bulging **** in his hands, his face was distressed.
A woman with a pale and terrifying face stood in front of him blankly, and she didn’t even react to his rude gestures.
”Can it harden?”
Just do it as you think of it, and some images that make this thing hard come to Meng Ke’s mind immediately.
let out a sigh of relief, Meng Ke looked serious, and squeezed the pair of bulging meat **** with both hands again, and the touch from his hands told him that the state was extremely hard!
is like pinched on a rock.
“Sure enough, this female ghost came out of my brain…” Meng Ke muttered in shock.
talk back to before.
Meng Ke is an internet writer. After the code word ended, he habitually clicked on a website and found a movie
“The Grudge”
starts playing.
This is a habit of his, because he often stays up late to write books, and often gets sleepy. At this time, the usefulness of horror films is reflected.
Absolutely refreshing!
As the progress bar moved forward, Meng Ke was scared a few times even if he had watched this movie before.
Soon, he suddenly felt that the room was very quiet, and it was night before he knew it.
A strange cold breath blew through his ears, and Meng Ke hurriedly shrank his neck.
What am I afraid of? Are there ghosts in this world?
comforted himself, he was still a little scared, his neck stiffened and looked back.
Familiar bed, familiar wardrobe……
Suddenly, Meng Ke’s eyes widened suddenly, and his whole body bounced up.
In the gap behind the door of the room, under the black shadow, a pair of spiteful blood-red eyes stared at him directly.
“Fuck! There is a ghost!”
The female ghost crawled out of the gap step by step, she twisted her body weirdly, and her sound echoed in the silent room.
Meng Ke grabbed the mouse in a panic, and missed it without thinking.
bang…!
The mouse line was suddenly straightened and bounced.
hiss
Meng Ke pressed his knee painfully, and looked at the mouse on the ground angrily. What the hell, you mouse dare to bully Lao Tzu!
The more he thinks about it, the more angry he gets when he looks at the female ghost.
“Come on! Hurt each other! mmp!”
said, he picked up the computer chair and threw it away.
嘭…!
In Meng Ke’s surprised gaze, the computer chair passed through the female ghost’s body and hit the door of the room with a loud noise.
The female ghost was still crawling, but Meng Ke suddenly found that she had crawled for so long.
Why are you still in place?
Meng Ke couldn’t help but tilt his neck and looked at the female ghost carefully. Slowly, he actually felt a connection with him in the female ghost?
is indescribable, Meng Ke suddenly realized.
This female ghost originated from his brain illusions.
So, there is everything before.
This female ghost is not a real ghost. It exists in a way similar to a mirage, but Meng Ke can smell a fragrance from her body and touch the soft elasticity of her skin.
“Is it because I have hallucinations?” Meng Ke felt extremely absurd.
Meng Ke once again turned his eyes to the female ghost, thinking about it in a wild way.
I saw, the appearance of the female ghost became blurred, and then turned into an electric fan, the sound of the wind whistling, and then turned into a bench, the surface is full of roughness, and the cute little loli for a while, the loli sound softened to my heart .
“What is this? Is it super power?”
This illusion that is infinitely close to reality changes completely according to his mind, as if there are no restrictions.
Meng Ke’s raised hand passed through the illusion. As long as the illusion had no touch in his imagination, he could penetrate it with his hand without any touch.
”I should find someone to try it. If others can see it, it proves that I did not have the hallucinations.”
It happens to be night again, and there will not be as many pedestrians on the street as there are during the day. Meng Ke tidied up and went out.
He remembered that there was an alley near the community.
Soon, he walked there, looked inside, and sure enough, a beggar in tattered and sloppy clothes rolled into a ball with a black quilt.
At that time, I just came here to rent a house. When Meng Ke was walking through the alley at night, the sleeping beggar rushed out of it, drunk and yelled insanely, scared him to avoid hurriedly. .
That scene gave him a great impression, and it is still unforgettable, so every time he passes by here, he feels palpitations.
Now that beggars are used as guinea pigs, it can be regarded as one pay for one pay, and the cycle of cause and effect!
“If that illusion is real, then…”
After finishing his thoughts, Meng Ke slowly began to see some pictures.
is the same as the female ghost appeared. When he began to fantasize, a mysterious man in a black cloak walked out of the shadow of the alley. The face of the mysterious man was hidden by the black cloak, making it dimly invisible.
At the waist of the mysterious man was a crimson long sword, and a murderous momentum radiated from him, and he slowly walked towards the sleeping beggar.
In Meng Ke’s nervous and expectant gaze, the mysterious man raised his foot and kicked the beggar violently.
……
“Oh, the one who killed a thousand knives stepped on me?! Didn’t you see anyone here?! You stepped to hurt me!”
Meng Ke looked disappointedly at the mysterious person’s feet penetrating the beggar’s body, but the next second, the beggar screamed like a cat with its tail on it.
raised his eyebrows in surprise. Meng Ke figured out the reason. The mysterious man is an illusion, but in Meng Ke’s fantasy, his foot hurts very much.
It is impossible for a beggar to be kicked by an illusion-class mysterious person, but he was inflicted with severe pain equivalent to being kicked. The illusion affected his pain!
“Losing money! You kicked me! To accompany the medical expenses, otherwise don’t want to leave!”
The beggar had a dark face and raised his head angrily, but the next moment, he fell into a dullness again.
What kind of person is this?
with blood-red pupils like a demon, with silver-white hair and a strange spiral pattern on his face, the mysterious person looked down at him with incomparably cold eyes.
In the distance, Meng Ke suddenly felt a small light in his mind light up, connecting an invisible line from the beggar’s body into the light spot.
I don’t know why, Meng Ke suddenly understood that this light spot represents a beggar, and it is because the beggar believes in the illusion, that the power of belief is generated.
Meng Ke can feel that the light spots seem to be generated by the interaction between illusions and humans. The line of spirit is an energy transmission pipeline. The closer the interaction between illusions and people, the more people believe in the authenticity of illusions. , The more energy is generated. If the energy of the light spot is enough, the mysterious person will turn from illusion to reality~IndoMTL.com~ Immediately, Meng Ke couldn’t help his heart surge, and countless thoughts were about to break through the brain to become illusions. I’m so excited that I can’t help myself.
“What do you…want to do?…”
Suddenly, the timid voice of the old beggar in the distance came, and Meng Ke realized that he seemed to have forgotten the two of them for too long.
Meng Ke raised his mouth and smiled strangely.
Immediately, the mysterious man stepped forward without warning, scared the beggar, and hurriedly crawled back, squeezing to the corner, cold sweat streaming down his back like rain.
”Don’t come here! I’m going to call when you come! Help!”
With cold and ruthless eyes watching the panicked beggar, the mysterious man’s voice is low and full of magnetism, when the beggar is about to be pressured out of breath…
“…how do I go to the toilet?”
……
silence.
The beggar was dumbfounded, his mouth was slightly open with dull eyes, and he looked at the mysterious man’s strange cheeks, speechless for a while.
Go!
you!
特!
!
’s!
……! ! !
What are you doing for a long time… Just ask the toilet? ! Funny fools? ! The beggar snarled madly in his heart, his body lay down like a puddle of mud, looking at the mysterious man in disbelief.
When the mysterious man saw that he hadn’t responded for a long time, he looked at the extremely sluggish beggar like a fool, shook his head, and walked away gently.
”…I actually met a fool.”
what? !
The beggar jumped up from the ground, pointed angrily at the mysterious man’s back, and shouted: “Then who! Do you think I can’t hear you? Who is a fool?! Lao Tzu is just poor and doesn’t look good. , No culture, but you can’t call me a fool!”