Chapter 4 Smart: Ghost Story

"If I die like this, I will definitely be the most aggrieved traverser ever!"

Looking at the black muzzle of the gun in front of him, the hair on Charlotte's back stood up nervously, but his mind couldn't help thinking about it,

"Not necessarily, at least compared to wearing it, I feel severe pain in the lower body, with a book called "Sunflower Treasure" in my hand, or dressed as a peerless famous general with a heart, but holding a torch, watching A big tree with words like 'Pang Juan died under this tree', I'm already lucky..."

"... Well, this standard is indeed too low!"

Charlotte smiled self-deprecatingly, but found that Sally, who was pointing a gun at her, was trembling slightly.

"It's no wonder that she reacted so violently. Any woman would be emotional when encountering such a situation where she seems to be fascinated. Besides, judging from yesterday's contact, she is definitely a guy with a fierce personality and thorns all over her body. But I heard before that American women like to do it on their own bed. They have never understood the reason, but now they see a possible reason—it’s not pleasant to do it. gun out..."

"—Am I in charge of my territory?"

Charlotte shook his head, obviously the situation in front of him was very tense, but he was so nervous that he didn't take it to heart. Instead, he recalled the scene of last night——

Sally was indeed drunk last night, and she did vomit all over Charlotte. And Charlotte did send her back to her rented apartment under her drunken advice. However, it wasn't the glass of eggnog that made the girl who was not good at drinking, but had a good capacity for alcohol, get drunk, but the Quadrazone!

That's right, Quadenone, known as the "fork leg agent", is the holy product for picking up girls in bars and the favorite of rogue perverts.

Although Charlotte didn't know how this thing got into her pocket, she couldn't escape her predecessor's fault if she thought about it. Especially when you can recognize what it is when you touch it, and when you secretly drugged Sally's eggnog, you have never done it before but you are extremely skilled... I can only sigh, the former real old driver!

However, Quafe, even in the era before Charlotte crossed over, was already notorious. But in theory, in the United States in the early 1990s, where guns and marijuana were legally owned, it was not illegal to use them, at least not for your own use. ——Of course, it's another story to secretly drug girls in wine.

As for why you do this, it's not because you can't hold back or anything like that. If there was really such a strong demand, he wouldn't have been doing magic tricks for several years——

"Don't blame me, it's all for your own good!"

When it took a lot of effort to put the fascinated Sally on the bed, Charlotte wiped the girl's vomit on the clothes in disgust, while explaining to the unconscious girl and explaining her own conscience with.

Wait, something's wrong—

"Ah, bah bah bah bah!! This is completely a villain's line!!"

After thinking about the source of what she said just now, Charlotte was even more discouraged. In fact, what he is doing now is indeed like a villain in a third-rate novel. If it is really a novel, someone should be a hero next. Save the beauty!

——Of course, except for novels of the dark sadistic genre.

"So, should we stop here?"

Unconsciously substituting the yellow hair, bah, no, Charlotte from the villain's perspective was talking to himself, but in a blink of an eye, he put this joke-like idea behind him,

"Are you kidding me? It took several years, and even encountered such a small probability event as crossing, it was not easy to see the dawn, how could it be possible to stop at the door!?"

Charlotte stared frantically at the girl's beautiful carcass covered only by her underwear, and her hands couldn't help shaking with excitement, as if she had caught a high-quality prey.

A pervert who is about to feast.

——The irony is that if you let outsiders see it, the current situation is indeed like that.

"I don't know if it will work this time!"

Charlotte took a deep breath, controlled her trembling hands, and pinched the formula for the second time after traveling——

"The night gave me black eyes, but I use them to find light."

It is not a traditional Taoist mantra such as "urgency is like a law", nor is it a profound saying such as "the world is not benevolent, and everything is a straw dog", but just such a poem.

——Originally, according to the old ghost who taught Charlotte spells, chanting spells when casting spells, excluding those parts that are said to ghosts and gods—if they are really interested in listening—the rest of the words are only used to strengthen themselves Will, concentrate, so that the spellcasting went smoothly. To put it simply, the incantation is actually for yourself, the content of what you say is not important, the key is to say what you say to make you concentrate, and what you say makes you believe that the spell will be successful.

"It's just self-hypnosis!"

Charlotte, who had studied modern scientific knowledge, directly understood this as hypnotism. In order to be able to cast spells, he even personally learned from some psychiatrists. Although he couldn't reach the level of exaggeration that he wanted to hypnotize others to do, it was still a small achievement. However, in the dharma-ending era before he crossed over, the aura of heaven and earth was already extremely thin. Even if he succeeded in self-hypnosis, he could only succeed once or twice in a hundred times with a simple spell—and he and Among the spells that the old ghost learned, the relatively simple ones were all related to ghosts and gods. In that country that has defeated "all ghosts, snakes and gods", even if such spells are cast, what use can they be? There is nowhere to look even if you want to see the effect!

——No matter how good the house is, how beautiful the car is, how much money you pay, if you don’t have a girl, you won’t be able to have a child!

However, Charlotte's spellcasting this time was extremely smooth. Although the aura in 1993 was not much richer than the era before he traveled through it, there seemed to be a force guiding him in the dark, allowing him to use the thin aura to firmly grasp the indistinct memories of the past. ethereal feeling.

"Come!"

Charlotte pointed to the forehead of the girl lying on the bed, and then gently let go—this time he deliberately changed the spell into English, hoping to attract the attention of the girl and the things that left the girl with a strong ghostly aura . After all, girls are Westerners, and the language used subconsciously is probably English.

"Rise!"

Following this order-like sound, the unconscious girl frowned suddenly, and a painful expression gradually appeared on her pretty face, and this pain, after just a few seconds, quickly turned into a ferocious one.

"ah!!!"

The girl who was originally unconscious suddenly yelled, and her body convulsed violently, like a live fish out of water. The next moment, she sat up suddenly.

"Here...where is it?"

The girl's voice was hoarse, her eyes were blank, and the pupils in her beautiful green eyes were loose and unfocused, as if she was looking at some distant place, or a blind person who couldn't see anything.

"This is the hospital, miss."

Even though he was in Sally's bedroom, Charlotte was talking nonsense seriously, as if the woman in front of him was not Sally, and they were really in the hospital.

"Yeah?"

But the girl seemed to really believe Charlotte's words, forgot who she was, and also forgot that this was the apartment she rented.

"Why am I in the hospital, what happened?"

She shook her head, seemingly confused, her otherwise alluring blond hair now looking dull.

"You were drunk and fell down."

Seeing that the other party's reaction was exactly as he expected, Charlotte was overjoyed—this proved that his spell had really worked—but he suppressed his joy in time knowing the importance of the matter, and continued to calmly say,

"I'm Dr. House, your attending doctor, how are you feeling now?"

"Feeling? It hurts!!"

The girl frowned, as if she was enduring pain,

"It's like all the bones in my body are broken. Doctor, am I going to die?"

"No, it's just normal pain. The fact that you can feel pain is just a proof that there is nothing wrong with your body—dead people don't feel pain, do they?"

Charlotte comforted the girl like a real doctor, but when he said "dead people don't feel pain", a sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of his mouth inadvertently. However, the smile quickly faded away, and he seemed to ask casually:

"By the way, miss, can you tell me your full name again? Because you were unconscious when you were admitted to the hospital, we still have some procedures to complete."

"Uh, okay."

The girl hesitated for a moment, as if she couldn't remember her name, she waited for a long time before slowly saying,

"My name is Alexis Rachel Haydon."

As the name came out of her mouth, the girl's expression suddenly shook, and then she repeated her name as if possessed by a demon——

"Alexis!"

"My name is Alexis!"

"I'm Alexis!!"

"I am Alexis!!!"

"I am--"

"Sleep!!!"

Seeing that the girl's expression became more and more crazy, as if some dangerous change was about to take place, Charlotte made a decisive decision, once again pinched the magic formula, and pointed at her forehead. Like a radio that has been turned off, the girl's voice suddenly stopped. She fell limply on the bed, just like when she was drunk before.