I didn't expect Lao Zhou to give me such an answer, and I had a little bit of a confrontation about what was about to happen to Lao Zhou, so I waved my hand and signaled Lao Zhou not to say it. Then after walking to the counter, I grabbed the large enamel cup where I drank water, poured a large glass of water, and poured it down, and at the same time poured Lao Zhou a large glass of water.

Drinking cold water into my stomach slightly suppressed some boiling alcohol. I always think that things that need to be faced cannot be said when I am a little dizzy when I drink it. This will affect people's judgment of things.

As for how this stubborn habit came about, I deliberately "forgotten".

Lao Zhou wouldn't mind that this cup is the cup I often use for drinking water. We are children and friends for so many years, and our friendship can be regarded as a habit of life. Who will remember the details of deliberately keeping a distance between people?

The reason why I took a little closer look at what Lao Zhou said was because this friendship called habits made me understand Lao Zhou.

He wants face, just like, if he is 100% afraid, but things can be solved, he will tell me, I am not afraid at all, If he is 200% afraid, things can't be solved, but he feels that he can analyze what this is, and he will also tell me, I don't care, I am not afraid. It's like cheering myself up.

He is a doctor and encounters more things that are difficult to explain than ordinary people. He is also considered "unlucky". There are many "strange things" he encounters, but he never said the word "fear".

Including the year of internship, he watched his hospital with his own eyes. The director of the professor made several strange bugs during a brain surgery. He just called a few friends who were familiar with us and talked.

I roughly remember the content of that phone call, and at the end, I also asked him: "Am I bug? Are you afraid?"

He was on the other side of the phone and hesitated a little, but immediately said to me in a very loud tone: "I'm afraid of asking for it. It's not that this kind of thing cannot be explained. Did you learn about biology in junior high school? It's the small pork tapeworm in the junior high school biology book. If a person is infected, he can get into the human brain and the patient must have eaten some food with an infection."

"Is that so? But I always feel like this patient has been slutted?" I said in a jokey tone, just because Lao Zhou described some of the patient's symptoms to me on this phone. I roughly made such a judgment. After asking this, I regretted it. It was purely too much.

Sure enough, Lao Zhou's attitude suddenly became "evolving" and he shouted on the other end of the phone: "Do you have a girl's Gu, my third brother, can we be more normal? Don't be because of my childhood?"

At this time, I decisively hung up the phone, and I didn’t like to listen to some words, so I didn’t listen to them anyway, and I had the same attitude at that time.

Thinking of the past, I couldn't help but feel a little confused. Lao Zhou, who had already drunk the water, couldn't help but stuff the cup into my hand, and I came to my senses. Lao Zhou was already a little dissatisfied and shouted at me: "Do you listen or not?"

I looked at Lao Zhou with a smile. In fact, because of Lao Zhou's fear, I had already started to worry about him. However, I muttered: "I can't guarantee that I won't say something strange."

"I'm used to it." Lao Zhou's face was still a little pale, and he took out a pack of wrinkled cigarette from his pocket, threw it to me, and lit one himself.

The cigarette on my hand was no longer formed. I subconsciously fiddled with my fingers, and then followed Lao Zhou to ignite the embarrassment of this obsessive-compulsive neatness. He could take out wrinkled peanuts and cigarettes. It seemed that this kid was very scared.

And this time, I said something tentatively that I don’t promise if I will say something strange. He didn’t get angry, and maybe he had some kind of shake in his heart.

A childhood incident left a deep shadow on Lao Zhou and me, and three other children, and some extremes were caused by this.

I know how difficult it is to let Lao Zhou overturn this extreme belief.

The smoke can soothe people's emotions, and as the blue smoke spreads in my shop, Lao Zhou's voice began to echo in this shop.

"The third brother, something happened in the morgue. It was too evil. The hospital suppressed this matter and didn't want it to spread. Anyway, you understand that if it weren't for something that killed someone, the hospital would always suppress it. After all, in the hospital, especially in some departments, it is similar to a crematorium. Occasionally, I encountered one or two things that could not be explained. If I didn't think too much, my life would be normal." After the smoke, I couldn't see Lao Zhou's expression clearly, and I could only hear an indescribable fatigue in his voice.

I didn't answer the conversation, but just took a deep breath of cigarettes, and after a long time I said "um".

Lao Zhou was right, this is actually a kind of attitude towards life. Just like many ordinary people, they occasionally encounter one or two evil things, such as the vague breathing sounds in their ears, the invisible figures, and even the flashing "strange scene". If you don't think too much, as you go on, you might think you have hallucinations after a long time.

"I don't want to think too much. You know my attitude. If I can't explain this matter for the time being, I will put it aside and wait for the so-called "official" explanation, or think that there will always be scientific proof in the future. But I can't do anything about this matter." Lao Zhou stopped talking, but stopped and took a deep breath of cigarettes, and then fell silent.

As the smoke disappeared, I saw Lao Zhou's face was very serious, but there was a hint of decadence in the seriousness. I didn't say anything, put an ashtray made of a Coke can in front of him, and then asked in a low voice: "Why can't you do it? When did it happen?"

Just a few simple conversations. Before Lao Zhou could talk about the point of the matter, I was inexplicably uneasy. I didn’t know what I was upset about.

The sun is in full swing outside, and I can understand the heat without feeling it. It makes people feel depressed when they breathe, but I feel that the sky seems a little gloomy, as if a storm is coming, and I may inexplicably be involved and become a dripping chicken.

But I am just an ordinary person, aren’t I? I frowned slightly.

"Why? Because I am an eyewitness of the matter, this incident was the first thing I discovered. I didn't hear that, do you think I have any way to pretend that it hasn't happened before and deceive myself?" Lao Zhou was a little excited, and even said he was a little angry.

But I couldn't help laughing. I didn't mean it, but I couldn't help this guy, who was so determined and even extreme, wanted to explain everything with science, but he had never been "peaceful" since he was a child. Every three or five years, he would always encounter one or two strange things that others might not encounter in his whole life. What is this called? Destiny made a joke with him?

Every time he always likes to use scientific theories to explain everything. If he can't explain it, he starts to deceive himself. He doesn't even want to believe the existence of aliens, just because there is no serious scientific evidence, it is difficult for him to live so freely and not have self-destruction.

"Laughing at your sister!" Old Zhou was obviously angry and wanted to give it to me. I blocked his hand and tried to hold my smile in my heart.

In fact, one thing I didn't tell him is that I know that his horoscope is very low, and his fate is tortuous, combined with it, it is much more likely that a normal person will encounter these things.

"But the fate brings the luck of 'people', there is no danger." This is the last comment about Lao Zhou's fate. This comment is the reason why I feel at ease. I cannot doubt the person who criticized his fate. The facts also prove that Lao Zhou really has the luck of 'people'.

The so-called "personal luck" means that there are many noble people in your destiny, the people who need it, the right ones. Anyway, everything that can help him get through the difficulties and be astonished as it is.

These are one of the many secrets I have not confessed to Lao Zhou, an old friend. He doesn't like to listen to them anyway, so why should I force him?

"No laughing, haven't you said when?" I looked serious.

"Last night." Old Zhou put down his hand, sighed, and then his face paled a little.

Since it happened last night, the memory should be very clear. I concluded that the memory should not be so pleasant, so when I think about it, this guy was a little scared again.

The expression on my face did not change much. I just lowered my head and slapped the cigarette in my hand, threw it into the ashtray and said, "Actually, I know something happened in the morgue."

Old Zhou looked up at me in surprise, and for the first time there was a look of looking at an expert in his eyes, and asked: "How did you know? The hospital has suppressed this matter and it is impossible to spread. Even the top leaders of the hospital know not much! You, you calculated it."

"Haha." I laughed, then rubbed my fingers on my nose, and said, "That's not, it's because I smelled you."

"What does it mean?" Lao Zhou's expression became nervous inexplicably, and he began to look up and down with some anxiety.

While I was playing with the lighter in my hand casually, I said, "Don't do this, I just smelled the strong formalin smell on you, which is much heavier than you usually have. What would be soaked in formalin? Of course, it was a corpse. Think about it, something might be wrong in the morgue, right? I guess it shouldn't be that kind of normal morgue. There are usually frozen corpses there, and those soaked in formalin should be the kind of morgue that teaches students an anatomy class, right?"

"My X, is it true? I told you from the beginning that it was a morgue. Didn't you deliberately pretend to be a detective for me, right? "Mortal." Lao Zhou suddenly couldn't say it anymore, and jumped up from the stool in front of my counter and rushed to the door.
Chapter completed!