I use physics to subdue demons

A drop of cold sweat trickled down from Zhong Jian's forehead.

He remembered that he just put that photo frame on the table!

boom--

The incandescent light above flickered, and the room was plunged into darkness.

In the silence, Zhong Jian heard the sound of his own "wheezing and wheezing" breathing. In addition, there were bursts of coughing not far away.The cough was dull, as if it was held in the throat, and it took all the effort to make it out.

Most people don't cough like this, only those old and frail old men and women can make such a sound.

This idea flashed through Zhong Jian's mind, but he quickly rejected it.The people living in this single apartment are students from the Normal University, so how could there be an old man there?

Zhong Jian's gaze swept across the photo frame, and the old lady's eyes in the photo looked strange, which made him feel cold all over.

"It's just a broken photo..." Zhong Jian swallowed, cruelly, and pulled open the curtain in front of him. After the sun shone in, he felt more comfortable.

The living room brightened up.

Zhong Jian strode over, picked up the photo frame with his eyes closed, and stuffed it into the drawer.

Anyway, Wang Qiao didn't finish class until five o'clock in the afternoon, so there was plenty of time to get back to normal.

I don't know if it was a psychological effect, but after seeing the black and white photos, Zhong Jian immediately felt a little better.He stretched and walked towards Wang Qiao's room.

The door opened, and inside was the girl's boudoir. Clothes, cosmetics, and dolls were all piled up randomly, and there was even a piece of underwear thrown at the door.

With a foolish smile on Zhong Jian's face, he reached out to pick up the things on the ground, buried his whole face in it, and took a deep breath.After smelling the girl's fragrance enough, he looked up and saw that the quilts on the single bed were piled up messily, and it looked like there was a person lying inside.

Zhong Jian was surprised at first, and then delighted.

Surprised that Wang Qiao didn't go to class today, he ran into him while staying at home; happy, even if Wang Qiao found out, it doesn't matter, he is a man, Wang Qiao is a woman, no matter how you can resist him .

Zhong Jian called tentatively: "Wang Qiao?"

The quilt arched slightly, as if in response.

Zhong Jian clutched the underwear, stepped forward and walked to the bed, his cheeks flushed with excitement: "Wang Qiao, do you know that I have always liked you very much, and I know you like me too, that's why I made this These things are all because I like you!"

With that said, he threw himself onto the bed, hugging the person inside tightly through the quilt.

"Wang Qiao, just be my girlfriend!"

While speaking, he also touched the person under him.

The people inside the quilt began to struggle violently.

Zhong Jian had a ferocious expression on his face: "Wang Qiao, why are you so clueless!"

He changed his mind, as long as Wang Qiao became his woman, he would have the final say on what would happen then?Take a few more nude photos, and this woman will be at his mercy!

A little bit of fire fell, and it was instantly dyed into a raging fire.

Zhong Jian wanted to lift the quilt, but the people inside pulled the quilt desperately to prevent him from succeeding.But after all, there is a big gap in strength between men and women, Zhong Jian pulled hard, but the quilt was still lifted.

"Wang Qiao, you still..." Zhong Jian lowered his head, and his face instantly turned pale.

Where is Wang Qiao in the quilt?

There is a framed photo below, and the old lady in the frame is staring at him.

"what--"

Zhong Jian let out a scream, rolled and crawled off the bed, sat down on the wooden floor, and looked at the black and white portrait from a distance.

"This, how is this possible!"

He obviously stuffed this photo frame into the drawer!

Is it...

Zhong Jian had an idea.

Could it be that Wang Qiao knew of his existence and wanted to use this method to scare him?

This is too underestimating him!

Zhong Jian's mood calmed down a little, and once he thought it might be Wang Qiao's prank, he wasn't too scared.He got up, picked up the photo frame, and looked directly at the old lady in the photo frame with a sneer: "You still want to scare me?"

He raised his right hand high, and then slammed the photo frame to the ground.

"Crack" sound.

There were cracks on the photo frame, and the black and white photos inside were split into pieces.

Zhong Jian planned to go out and take out the photo frame from the outside drawer and smash it.As soon as he walked out of the room, he felt something was wrong—it was pitch black outside.

He had already opened the curtains just now!

Zhong Jian turned his head to look at the window, and saw that the heavy curtains were closed without a single gap.

"Wang Qiao!" Zhong Jian was a little scared, but he still insisted, "Come out! Otherwise—"

He walked quickly to the cabinet and opened the drawer: "I smashed your grandma's portrait!" He reached out to get the photo frame, but he touched the broken glass in his hand. He looked down, and the black and white photo was transparent Through the shattered glass, it turned into a twisted smile.

Zhong Jian shivered.

"Cough cough..."

Suddenly there was a clear coughing sound from behind, followed by the old lady's vague voice: "You want...to smash my portrait?"

Zhong Jian blurted out: "Pretending to be a ghost!"

He turned his head and saw an old lady wearing a shroud and wearing an old-fashioned bun was looking at him, her eyes were cold and cold, just like the one in the black and white photo, and this old lady... had no legs!

Cold sweat rolled down Zhong Jian's face.

He finally understood that these were not other people's pranks, but real ghosts!

Fortunately, Zhong Jian was very close to the door now, he broke out at the fastest speed ever, rushed to the door, and frantically twisted the door handle.

But the door didn't budge.

"Help!" Zhong Jian slammed on the door vigorously, even at this moment, he still held the underwear in his hand.

The coolness is getting closer.

Zhong Jian turned his head stiffly and found that the old lady had disappeared.

He just breathed a sigh of relief, but found that the underwear he held in his hand didn't feel right, so he looked down.Where is Wang Qiao's underwear in his hand?It's the black and white portrait!

In the intact photo frame, the old lady bent her mouth and showed him a sinister smile.

Zhong Jian rolled his eyes and passed out.

click-

The incandescent lights in the hall came on.

Jiang Kele and the little ghost king were sitting on the sofa. Wang Qiao went over and snatched the photo frame from Zhong Jian's hand, and carefully placed it on the cabinet.Seeing the disgusting scene just now, she felt resentful in her heart, and rushed up to trample on Zhong Jian again.

Zhong Jian groaned and was about to wake up.

Seeing her, Grandma Wang quickly floated over, leaned over and stood in front of Zhong Jian, and made a grimace.

Zhong Jian just opened his eyes and saw such a scene, his whole body twitched, and passed out again.

Jiang Kele said: "It is estimated that he will not dare to approach this place again in his life."

Grandma Wang thanked repeatedly: "Thank you, Master!"

Jiang Kele waved his hand: "It's a small matter, if there are no other questions, I'll leave first."

He picked up the little ghost king and walked out.

Wang Qiao suddenly said: "Wait!" She chased after her, "I have a question, can I still see my grandma in the future?"

Jiang Kele gave her a meaningful look: "Human beings and ghosts have different paths, so it's better not to see them."

Wang Qiao's eyes gradually turned red: "But..."

Grandma Wang was more open-minded, and said with a smile: "Qiao Qiao, I'm about to reincarnate, and I won't come here again. You should study hard and find a good job. You don't have to think about me."

Wang Qiao choked up: "Grandma..."

Grandma Wang rubbed Wang Qiao's head impatiently: "Be careful in the future and protect yourself."

In Wang Qiao's eyes, Grandma Wang's figure gradually became illusory until she disappeared.

"Grandma!" She rushed up and wanted to hug Grandma Wang, but she could only hug an empty piece of air. She stared blankly at the place where Grandma Wang disappeared, and didn't come back to her senses for a long time.

Jiang Kele coughed.

When Wang Qiao looked at him, he pointed to the fainted person and reminded, "Don't forget to call the police."

Wang Qiao gave a low "hmm" and took out her mobile phone to call the police.

Jiang Kele, a good man, did his best and waited for the police to come and take Zhong Jian away before leaving here.

Later, Jiang Kele learned of the follow-up of the matter by accident.

Zhong Jian was released after being detained for ten days, but his mental condition was not very good, and he was in a daze. Needless to say, he was near the place where Wang Qiao lived. Trembling all over, I no longer dare to harass others.

After a while of tossing, almost half of the day has passed.

Jiang Kele was thinking about moving, so he threw the little ghost king to Hu Jiuwei and asked her to take care of it.

Hu Jiuwei said sincerely, "I don't eat children."

Jiang Kele: "..."

The little ghost king obviously didn't want to stay here alone, so he shrank behind Jiang Kele, only sticking out his small head.

Jiang Kele corrected: "It's not for you to eat, you can take care of it for a few days, and it's fine to put it in the notebook world."

The little ghost king looked at Jiang Kele anxiously, as if he was asking if I was his own?

Jiang Kele expressed ruthlessly that it was definitely not his own, picked up the little ghost king with one hand and put it beside Hu Jiuwei.

Hu Jiuwei stretched out her finger, poked the Little Ghost King's cheek with her long nails, and reluctantly agreed, "All right."

Little Ghost King: "Woo..."

It's a pity that Jiang Kele was unmoved, turned around and left, leaving the little ghost king standing alone in the cold wind.

Hu Jiuwei pinched the soft flesh on the cheek of the Little Ghost King, and became addicted to it: "It's quite fun..."

The little ghost king's cheeks were bulging, and he was a little dissatisfied, but Hu Jiuwei still had to push forward, pinching both hands together, rambling like kneading dough.

"!"

The little ghost king became angry, his round eyes turned red, and a huge grimace appeared behind his small body, and he gave a slight growl at Hu Jiu.

The gloomy wind blows.

Hu Jiu's face paled slightly.

The little ghost king thought that the woman was scared, so he slapped his two hands off his face, and glanced at her triumphantly, expressing that he was not allowed to pinch any more, and if he pinched again, he would swallow you in one gulp!

"You messed up my hair!"

Not only was Hu Jiuwei not afraid, but after he complained, he intensified and ravaged the little ghost king's face crazily, and his white and tender cheeks turned red after a while.

The little ghost king was really angry.

He opened his mouth, and the grimace behind him also grew his mouth, and bit Hu Jiuwei with one bite, intending to swallow him whole.

The smile on Hu Jiuwei's face gradually disappeared: "Play this with me?"

As soon as her eyes changed, a strong wind suddenly blew up around her body, and nine tails appeared behind her. She glanced at her lightly, and the grimace collapsed in an instant, without even making a movement.

Hu Jiuwei flicked the Little Ghost King's face with his fingers, his voice was gentle but his eyes were cold: "Be quiet."

The little ghost king immediately gave up.

Not only was he obedient, but he also took the initiative to hand over his little face and begged to be raped.

Hu Jiuwei felt bored after pinching for a while, and pointed to the little Maza next to him: "Sit there, don't bother me."

The little ghost king sat there obediently, waiting for Jiang Kele to pick him up.

But from daytime until the sun went down, he didn't see anyone who came to pick him up. He looked at the people coming and going in frustration.

When it was time to get off work, Hu Jiuwei seemed to have forgotten the existence of the Little Ghost King, picked up his bag and left without even saying a word.

The tourists scattered away, and after a while, only the little ghost king was left alone.

The little ghost king came back to his senses, and looked at the empty space in a daze.

Woo...it seems to be home.

He stood up and walked in the direction he remembered.

In order to rent cheaply, the haunted house is rented in a slightly remote place.

It was evening again, and there was no one around, so the little ghost king walked slowly along the road.

After walking for a while, the little ghost king bumped into a person. He raised his head blankly and looked at the smiling middle-aged man in front of him.

"Little friend, did you get separated from your parents?" The middle-aged man squatted down and asked with concern.

The little ghost king nodded, then shook his head again.

He doesn't have a mother, it's just that his father didn't come to pick him up.

The middle-aged man said, "How about uncle taking you to find your parents?"

The little ghost king thought about it and nodded.

The smile on the middle-aged man's face was even brighter: "Come, let's go with uncle."

He looked at the delicate facial features of the little ghost king, and thought, such a cute little boy, at a suitable age, would definitely sell for a lot of money if he took it to other places.Thinking of piles of banknotes, he became even more eager, wanting to reach out and hug the little ghost king.

The little ghost king frowned, avoiding the middle-aged man's hand.

The middle-aged man's smile faltered, but he still coaxed him in a good voice: "Uncle hugs you, otherwise how can you see your parents if you leave like this? Come, uncle will lead you away."

Only then did the little ghost king stretch out his hand.

The middle-aged man grasped it, and led the little ghost king into a secluded alley.

"Why are your hands so cold?"

"Uncle will take you to buy nice little clothes..."

"Do you want candied haws?"

The two gradually walked into the depths of the alley.

The street lamp at the entrance of the alley flickered and emitted orange light. Under the light, the figures of the two gradually elongated.

One is the shadow of a tall and thin middle-aged man, and the other is not the small shadow of a little boy, but... an indescribably terrifying grimace, twisted into a cold smile when walking around.

Unaware, the middle-aged man led the little ghost king into a remote residential building and knocked on the door.

The people inside were very cautious, and opened the door after answering the slogan.

The middle-aged man pushed the little ghost king and pushed him into the room. After entering, the middle-aged man immediately changed his face.

"Good stuff, take a look at it." He pointed to the Little Ghost King.

There was a middle-aged woman and two middle-aged men in the room, looking at the little ghost king with scrutiny.

"Why isn't he afraid?"

"Don't say a word, can't you be a fool?"

"Why doesn't this doll look quite right?"

"Weird."

"Hurry up and lock him in the room."

The little ghost king didn't cry or make trouble, he opened a pair of black and white eyes, quietly looking at the three adults in front of him.