"How is it? Third brother, are you injured?" Old Zhou's movements were too fast, and Zhang Yang's face turned pale and he hurriedly asked me if I had anything to do. I guess he would ask this, and he must have encountered such an old Zhou before.

"I'm fine, come with the rope." I don't know what Lao Zhou is like for the time being, but he was struggling so hard that I couldn't explain anything to Zhang Yang, so I shouted like this.

"But no rope is there in ordinary people's homes?" Zhang Yang's face looked even more ugly when he saw Lao Zhou struggling so hard, but he couldn't help but say something.

"Then take something like a rope." I think I'm going crazy. Talking to Zhang Yang is a matter of courage. He often wanders outside the situation, and in this situation I can explain it.

In the end, Zhang Yang brought the so-called rope. Poor Lao Zhou was tied up with a nightgown belt and two dirty pants that Zhang Yang had not washed, tied up a strong one. Then Zhang Yang and I worked together to get it to the sofa.

Because the small room that became very gloomy for some reason could not be kept by Lao Zhou.

"Cat, cat" Even though he was tied up like this, Lao Zhou was still struggling desperately, roaring at what kind of cat is not a cat, and I don't know which cat owes ten or eight hundred million yuan?

"Lao San, what should we do next? Are we going to send Lao Zhou to the mental hospital?" Zhang Yang looked at a little helpless and helpless. Yes, if ordinary people encounter this situation, the only reliance they can think of is the mental hospital.

"All right, if you really get sent to a mental hospital, Lao Zhou will be ruined. Have you ever seen a mental hospital cure a madman? Turning people who are not crazy and making people who are crazy even more crazy. I don't suspect that they have the ability." Lao Zhou struggled on the sofa, his eyes turned a little pale. At this time, I had basically concluded that Lao Zhou was shocked and lost his soul.

However, I can never explain this situation to Zhang Yang. I just talked about how scary the mental hospital is. I will scare Zhang Yang for the time being and keep him steady.

"But what should I do if I don't send it to a mental hospital?" Zhang Yang was indeed frightened by Lao Zhou's situation. I felt like he was his life-saving straw.

I grabbed something from the sofa, but didn't see it clearly. I first stuffed it into Lao Zhou's mouth, asking him not to keep moaning, and then he carefully said to Zhang Yang: "I don't know what happened in Lao Zhou's situation for a while? But you know, my grandma knows some small folk methods very well. When I was a child, I also had such an unconscious situation, and it was all cured by my grandma."

Although Zhang Yang and I are not as good as Lao Zhou and other best brothers, I know me a little bit.

Lao Zhou often calls me a charlatan, and Zhang Yang knows why? But I will not explain too much about them, and I will push all my grandmothers in the countryside. In short, in their hearts, my grandmother is the number one witch in Tianzi, and is definitely a typical representative of the feudal superstitious old ladies.

My grandmother in the countryside knew that I had created such an image for her in the city, and she wouldn't have beaten me to death? She was an advanced element at that time, a leader in learning knowledge and culture, and an advanced representative of women.

Thinking of these, a drop of cold sweat slid down my forehead, and I remembered the tragic incidents that my father in his fifties would occasionally be "beaten". I shouldn't think about these terrifying things.

However, because I remembered my grandmother and thought for a long time, I found that Zhang Yang was still staring at me stupidly, and I was stunned. Could it be that my "persuasion and education" just now was useless? What should I say next? Or is it that this kid had called the mental hospital?

When I thought of this possibility, my face couldn't help but become serious and said, "Zhang Yang, no matter what, you have to believe and cooperate with me. Lao Zhou cannot be sent to a mental hospital for the time being. I will use my grandma's method to treat it. It's useless to say it. If you send it to a mental hospital, his future will be over, so you can bear it."

"Lao Lao, don't be excited. I'm just thinking about how you explain to Lao Zhou after he wakes up with a cleanliness obsessive maniac?" As he spoke, Zhang Yang pointed at Lao Zhou's mouth carefully.

I followed his gaze and my face changed suddenly, because I just grabbed something on the sofa and stuffed it into Lao Zhou's mouth. Now I can see clearly that it was a pair of underwear, very coquettish and bright blue.

"Your?" My face became even more ugly.

"Well, mine." Zhang Yang's face was not good either.

“Have you washed?”

"I've washed it, and before I can put it in the wardrobe, you're right," Zhang Yang explained carefully.

"What did you do if you said you were fine and threw your underwear on the sofa?" I couldn't help but complain.

""Zhang Yang was speechless.

"I agreed that this is our lifelong secret. If you don't want to face the 'rassing Lao Zhou'." I made up my mind that I had to hide this matter for the rest of my life. I was not afraid that he would do anything to me, but I was afraid that he would know that if I stuffed a pair of Zhang Yang's underwear into his mouth, he would be traumatized in his personality, and would never recover, and become a non-mainstream.

Zhang Yang probably had the same idea as me. When facing my proposal, he nodded like pounding garlic, and we all created a "secret that cannot be told".

In any case, after this incident, Zhang Yang seemed not so nervous. I quietly did some tricks and knocked Lao Zhou out of control when Zhang Yang was not paying attention. Then I decided to go to the room where Lao Zhou was to take a closer look.

However, Zhang Yang, the master, was still a little unwilling to let go of some things. So, taking advantage of the situation that it was already past 10 am, I strongly asked Zhang Yang to go to work first.

Zhang Yang was actually not very relieved to Lao Zhou and wanted to ask for leave. After all, Lao Zhou had something to do at his home, but with my strong attitude, he finally had to compromise. When he left, he was worried that he would notify him as soon as possible if there was anything.

After sending Zhang Yang away, I breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Lao Zhou's coma. Then I walked into the room where Lao Zhou slept last night and found out the same as before. As soon as I approached this room, I could feel colder than other rooms. Apart from this, I could not see any strange situation at all.

Lao Zhou lost his soul. If he had not experienced a huge shock, an adult with stable soul would not have easily experienced this situation, even if the soul was instantly shocked, it would have returned to the body quickly. It is extremely rare to completely lose the soul.

And I know very well that if an adult loses his soul, the situation will be much more serious than a child loses his soul. If it is not retrieved in time, it will easily cause permanent damage to the soul.

Thinking of this, I took out a cigarette from my pocket and held it in my mouth. With a crisp sound of opening the lid of the lighter, I lit a cigarette and walked to the window. Lao Zhou's worst situation was not as simple as losing his soul. Before I could shock my soul, the remaining soul was also in an extremely unstable situation. Therefore, the most terrifying scene was imprinted in the depths of my soul, so I kept shouting about cats, cats.

Thinking of all this, my eyes fell on the windowsill of this room. Zhang Yang was very lazy. He could tell this from the clean underwear thrown around. However, at this time, he had to thank him for his laziness, which made the windowsills outside the window full of dust. On the dust, there was half a very clear footprint. I looked at the footprint and pondered for a while.

Then I pulled the window and found that the sliding window was indeed loose. I knew that if I pulled the window from outside, how could I lock this sliding window? If I still need proof, I thought about it, so I quickly ran to the kitchen and boiled a pot of boiling water, and then brought the hot water under the window.

As the steam rises, a layer of water mist condenses on the blue sliding window, and then a few clear finger prints appear on the window. This finger print is the opposite of the normal finger print. It is typically left by opening the window from the outside. People in the room will not leave such finger prints.

I spit out a mouthful of smoke and found these clues, which did not make me feel relaxed, but became even more confused, anxious and worried.

The confusing thing is that someone had obviously come to Lao Zhou's room last night, but how could a living person have such heavy yin energy? Is this person the one who eats the corpse? If so, what does it have to do with the cat? I also thought of the clues about the cat's moan described by Lao Zhou that night, I couldn't connect them to any of them.

Of course, if Lao Zhou was not calling a cat, a cat, a snake, a weasel, or a fox, a matter would be slightly easier to solve.

But if it was a cat! I don’t know if the room was too cold. Thinking of this, I had a lot of goose bumps on my back inexplicably, but my fingers were excited and couldn’t help but gently tap my thighs. This was the first time I had encountered such a difficult thing since I went down the mountain.

Master, if the senior brother is his closest brother, if I take action, do you have nothing to say?
Chapter completed!