Modern Supernatural World (End)

Ji Changze dragged the pigeon that had been cooing and cursing him out of the yard: "Things have come to this, why don't you cooperate?"

The pigeon was super loud and super angry: "Coo coo coo coo coo!!"

Although they couldn't speak the same language, Ji Changze had reason to suspect that it was cursing him.

"Okay."

"You are cursing me, right? It doesn't matter. I have a good temper and won't bother with you. Han Qiao and Wang Zhengjiao, go out and buy barbecue supplies. We'll eat roasted pigeon tonight."

"Coo coo."

The pigeon that was struggling hard froze.

Seeing that the two students actually obeyed and went out, it was frightened and stopped struggling and cooing and cursing.

Seeing this, Ji Changze asked: "Can we talk now?"

The pigeon nodded reluctantly.

Ji Changze then let go and threw it into the house. Another burst of smoke appeared, the pigeon disappeared, and the middle-aged male ghost appeared again.

He really wanted to turn around and run, but the lair was right here, and this nitpicker (Ji Changze) didn't seem to be so easy to fool. He had already died once, so would he die again?

After thinking it over, he decided that his life was more important, so he finally welcomed the three people in with a sour face.

This time, the place was no longer dusty, messy, and even had spider webs everywhere. Instead, it was spotless, clean and bright everywhere, with all kinds of food and drinks on the table, and all kinds of electrical appliances.

Following behind Ji Changze, the two students became bolder and asked cautiously: "Teacher, is there electricity in another dimension? It looks really good here."

Before Ji Changze could answer, the middle-aged male ghost replied angrily: "How can there be electricity? It's so crowded over there that you can't even touch the ground. There are no resources. Where can you get electricity?"

He died young (in his own opinion). He thought that the worst thing after death was to disappear. Unexpectedly, there was not the worst, but there was something worse. After death, he actually went to a place with nothing. It was like a modern person traveling to ancient times. How could he not feel uncomfortable?

Therefore, seeing the living people speaking in such a curious and yearning tone, he was furious.

"You kids just don't know how to cherish life. When you are alive, you are killing yourself everywhere. When you die, you will know how precious life is. You still come to challenge the haunted house. Don't you want to see if your little arms and legs can withstand the tossing?"

The middle-aged male ghost became more and more angry as he spoke, with a kind of indignation that he said grapes were sour because he couldn't eat them.

Because of its ghost identity, neither of the two students dared to talk back, and could only hide behind Teacher Ji and carefully agree.

Ji Changze sat on the sofa, patiently listening to the middle-aged male ghost lecturing the two children, waiting for it to finish talking about this topic, and then suddenly realized that he was in the palm of someone's hand. He glanced at Ji Changze, his face became indignant again, and he "took the initiative" to introduce himself.

The information I checked before was correct. He was a novelist. He was almost 45 years old when he died. When he was young, he didn't like to go out or socialize because he was too much of a homebody. He didn't make any friends, and naturally, he didn't have a girlfriend.

He wrote from the age of 25 to 45, from a small transparent and flopped to the level of a great god. Although he had countless readers in the novel circle, he still didn't make any friends because he was used to being alone. His daily routine was to shrink in his room to write novels, read novels, play games, and watch anime. When he was hungry, he ordered takeout, and when the house needed cleaning, he found an aunt. Although he seemed lonely to others, he actually felt that he lived a very comfortable life.

He had planned his future, and would stop writing when he could no longer write. He had also accumulated a lot of savings over the years, and when the time came, he would find a good nursing home to live in, where he would still have food, drink and people to take care of him.

As a result, he stayed up late one night, and perhaps because his body was overloaded, his heart could not bear it and gave up. He died without even having time to feel any pain.

Speaking of this, the middle-aged male ghost felt quite regretful.

He had always known that staying up late was not good, that staying up late could easily lead to sudden death, that it was unhealthy to have an unhealthy work and rest schedule, and that eating takeout every meal was not a good lifestyle, but he always felt that he would not be so unlucky. He was only 45 years old, still in his prime, how could he die just like that?

Who knew, he really died just like that?

And because he had no relatives or friends during his lifetime, no one would have noticed even if he had been dead for such a long time. However, his novels had countless readers, and it was reasonable that readers should have discovered that he had not updated for such a long time, but he was a pit king.

It is common for him to disappear for a few months when he doesn't want to write anymore. When it comes to the next book, he will come back as if nothing happened. If readers ask him about it, he will pretend to be dead. Anyway, readers can't rush out to hit him no matter how angry they are through the Internet.

He was very happy pretending to be dead before, but it would be a tragedy if he really died.

Old readers have long been accustomed to his disappearance, and they comfort new readers as people who have experienced it: It's okay, this rubbish just wants to postpone it again, and he will come back naturally when he has a new book he wants to write.

Then his body lay in this house and rotted silently, and was discovered by people because it was too smelly.

And it itself, no, this ghost couldn't stand the daily life in another dimension during this period, so he went back with great difficulty. When he came back, he saw that his house was occupied by a group of homeless people. He was so angry that he dragged them directly into the illusion he made up, which was the one that Ji Changze and others had seen before.

The homeless people didn't have the mind to find faults. They were frightened and froze on the spot. They were dragged into its novel world and became the protagonists in it.

"I really didn't give them any scary plots. You said that I have become a ghost now, and I can't watch TV or play with my mobile phone, and I can't even read a book. I stay in the house every day and I really don't know what to do. It happened that they came to my door, so I tried to let them act out the plot for me. Who knew that because they were asked to act out the books that I had cheated, they were stuck in the last chapter when they left, and kept repeating the last action and the last sentence I wrote. Although I was angry, I didn't want to sha're:n. It's so embarrassing for them to kill people and turn them into ghosts and ask if I killed them. After a long time, I really couldn't think of how to solve it. This problem, I just got them out, hoping that the hospital could cure them. "

"I was really wronged, they broke into my house, I was just passively defending, okay."

"And these two kids, I was sleeping late at night, they came in like thieves, I just held back and didn't come out to scare them to death, I was already very kind, who knew they would get involved in something else."

He then began to chatter again, saying that later he found that he could transform his house through his imagination, for example, he could imagine eating an apple, of course, there would definitely be no real apple, but it didn't matter, as long as he imagined the taste of the apple.

Ji Changze could hear that this guy must be holding it back, how could he be so chatty, he only asked two questions, and it was almost talking about its entire life.

"Okay, stop talking. Close the door on them, and I'll teach you how to make those homeless people normal again."

The middle-aged male ghost was slightly stunned: "Restore to normal? Whether they are normal or not has nothing to do with me. It's too insincere for you to use this as a bargaining chip. You should at least get something that is beneficial to me."

Ji Changze took out his mobile phone, searched for a few seconds, and handed it to it.

"Give me a mobile phone? But I'm in a different dimension from you, and I can't play with it even if I give it to you..."

He looked at the picture of roasted pigeon on the phone, and his voice stopped abruptly.

Ji Changze: "Do you really want to help now?"

The middle-aged male ghost nodded with hatred.

When it was done and went out, it stood at the door and waved to the three people; "Goodbye, goodbye."

Don't come again, what's going on, even death can't let people live in peace.

No, they won't kill again, it's better to be safe, and stand here and watch them really go away before it can feel at ease.

Ji Changze looked back at it, and taught the two students beside him earnestly: "See? Even if we don't get along well, it's reluctant to let us go, and it's still saying goodbye and hoping that we'll come back next time. This is the world of the dead, boring, boring, and endless darkness. You have to cherish your life, okay?"

The two students turned their heads and looked at the middle-aged male ghost who was still standing at the door and waving at them even though they had walked so far, and the bright lights next to his house, and they could see a bit of loneliness.

Seeing them nod obediently, Ji Changze took out his mobile phone and found a rooster crowing sound effect for them to listen to.

After listening, the two students' vision was dazed for a moment, and when they looked at the originally bright and magnificent house again, it had become the shabby and overgrown appearance before, and naturally, the middle-aged male ghost could no longer be seen.

From now on, they no longer have to worry about a little ghost suddenly appearing from nowhere to torment them. If nothing unexpected happens, they will never come into contact with such things again in this life, and will wait until they die and become a member of the black light.

Each of the four parents praised Ji Changze for ten minutes, and even recorded it with their mobile phones and sent it to him, and even specially made a golden banner and sent it to his home.

And just by chance, when they were madly thanking Ji Changze at home, Ji Changze's psychologist was rushing over.

He felt that his patient's condition was serious, and he actually told him that people and ghosts were in two dimensions of the same world. In fact, few people can be alone, because even if they hide in a place where no one is, there are still ghosts in another dimension watching him.

Ji Changze also said that he felt that his privacy was violated, so he was recently studying a way to scare ghosts in another dimension from appearing in his place.

Psychologist: "..."

This is a very sick person.

Ji Changze refused to come for treatment again. He was also a responsible person. He was worried about something going wrong, so he rushed over in a hurry. As a result, he ran into the scene of presenting the pennant.

The four parents were also stunned when they saw him, but Ji Changze remained calm; "It's okay, he is also an insider."

Oh! It turns out that he is also someone who knows about the other dimension!

The parents were relieved immediately and continued to thank Teacher Ji madly for saving their children from the water and fire.

The psychologist who listened to the ghost, exorcism, and dimension: "..."

He waited until the four parents thanked him profusely and were about to leave, and he hurriedly followed him out and looked him up and down first.

It doesn't look like he has mental problems.

"Well, may I ask, did Mr. Ji tell you about another dimension, and also said that people will go to that dimension after death?"

The parents nodded happily: "Yes, Mr. Ji is really capable. If it weren't for him, how could our children be so well?"

Psychologist; "... Do you believe it?"

The people in front of him looked at him with surprise: "Why don't you believe it?"

"No, don't you think these words are a bit too... beyond the thinking of ordinary people?"

He actually wanted to say, don't you think Mr. Ji has mental problems? But the professional ethics of the psychologist made it impossible for him to say Ji Changze's mental illness without any special circumstances, so he could only ask this question obscurely and implicitly.

"I think so, of course I do."

The four parents looked around and saw no one, so they carefully waved to the psychologist to come over and whispered to him: "Actually... we suspect that Mr. Ji is the kind of hermit master, you know, the sweeping monk, he is like that."

Psychologist: "..."

Seeing that he looked choked and speechless, the parents expressed their understanding and patted him on the shoulder: "It's okay, it's normal that you can't accept it now, after all, you are just an ordinary person, and it will get better slowly."

Psychologist: "..."

When he turned around, Ji Changze was smiling at him gently: "The doctor is here, let's talk, my experiment just happened to have results."

For some reason, the psychologist had a hunch that he might never be able to cure Mr. Ji's illness.