They All Say I've Met a Ghost

Mr. Saw's strength was unexpectedly weak, and I held down his arm so that he could not lift the chainsaw.

"You!!!" He stared at me in surprise, as if he wanted to ask me why I had such great strength.

Of course, it is because I am diligent in exercising, often participate in extracurricular activities, and take Taekwondo as an elective in physical education.

Mr. Saw struggled desperately. A chainsaw is a dangerous tool after all. I was scratched on the back of my hand when I took the chainsaw off.

Fortunately, it was only a skin trauma. I grabbed the chainsaw in time and pressed the switch.

The chainsaw seemed a little insensitive, and it didn't turn off at the first click. I pressed the switch hard again, and the blood on the back of my hand dripped on the switch. This time the chainsaw was turned off smoothly, and the "buzzing" sound stopped.

I kicked the chainsaw far away, and immediately dealt with Mr. Saw after disposing of the dangerous weapon. If he sawed off many people's legs as he said, he must call the police.

Unexpectedly, when he turned around, he saw Mr. Saw lying on the ground with his eyes rolled, his tongue sticking out.

I quickly ran over to press him hard, but his complexion became even worse, pale and bloodless, like a corpse in a TV series.

"What's the matter with you?" Even though he tried to attack me just now, I repay good with good in a humanitarian spirit. The next one will make it even harder to find a job.

"Blood, blood..." His legs kept kicking on the ground, looking very bad, as if he was about to foam.

"Blood?" I looked at my scratched arm, holding the wound in front of his eyes, "You mean this?"

"Blood, blood..." Mr. Saw had a painful expression on his face.

A guess arose in my mind, so I took off my suit and shirt, and distressedly wrapped the wound with a newly bought white shirt to stop the bleeding.

After he stopped seeing the blood, Mr. Saw really got better. He slowly climbed up while leaning on the wall, looking at me vigilantly, and kept looking at the chainsaw from the corner of his eye.

I thought he was waiting for an opportunity to pick up the chainsaw and attack me again, but he glanced at the chainsaw and collapsed again, rolled his eyes and said, "Blood, blood..."

Now that I am more convinced, I take out a tissue from my bag and wipe off the blood that belongs to me on the chainsaw.

After thoroughly cleaning up the blood in the room, Mr. Saw finally returned to normal. He leaned against the wall and looked at me with a gloomy face: "Pure Yang Blood, you are already 26 years old, and you are still a virgin?!"

I wanted to have a good talk with Mr. Saw, but I blushed when I heard this.

"What's wrong with the virgin?" I was very angry, I hated this kind of personal attack and his attitude towards sex, "I concentrated on my studies in school, and I would not randomly choose a partner or play with other people's feelings because of physiological impulses. What's so bad about being a virgin if you are responsible to others? Do you have to kill thousands of people to kill hundreds to be a man? Even if I am a virgin, I still stand upright and have no regrets in my heart!"

Mr. Saw probably didn't expect that I would not be ashamed like some boys with crooked self-esteem, but I was justified, choked for a long time, unable to speak, and could only stare at me.

I've just been through a big fight and I don't have much strength left.Pulled the chair, sat on it upright, and said to Mr. Saw: "I think we need to talk about some things. Whether to call the police or not depends on the situation of our conversation."

Mr. Saw looked at me sullenly.

I waved my injured right hand at him, and he looked away in horror as he saw the blood on his shirt.

At this moment, I finally confirmed my guess and asked, "Mr. Saw, are you dizzy?"

Seems to be hit, he immediately turned to look at me.

"After you saw that I was bleeding, the strength of holding the chainsaw was reduced a lot, and your hand was relaxed, so I could grab the chainsaw." I analyzed the facts, "After that, you showed quite uncomfortable behavior again. look."

Mr. Saw hammered his chest hard, coughing violently.I wanted to pat him on the back to let him breathe, but when he saw me approaching, he immediately let out a scream: "Ah! Don't come here!"

I had no choice but to retreat to the door and wait quietly for him to calm down.

"Don't you really need me to call an ambulance? Although this is just a mental disorder, it is also very dangerous if someone with cardiovascular disease or asthma suffers from haemorrhage."

Mr. Saw's complexion was quite bad, his lips were purple, as if he was holding his breath and couldn't get up.

"No!" He glared at me angrily, repeating in his mouth, "Why are you a virgin, why are you a virgin? When were you born?"

I really don't want to argue with him on the issue of virginity. The three views of a person are established through continuous accumulation in life, and ideas cannot be changed by arguing, so I only answer the following question: "I am around twelve o'clock at noon on National Day. born."

"The day with the most yang energy in the year..." Mr. Saw started to hit his chest hard again, he didn't seem to care about himself very much, the force was so strong, the "bang bang bang" made me feel uncomfortable.

"Don't knock anymore!" I stopped him, "You answer my question honestly, and I will decide whether to call the police based on your answer."

"I'm dizzy." He looked at my shirt-wrapped hand in fear, "Keep the wound away from me."

I put my right hand behind my back and asked again: "Since you are dizzy with blood, how can you amputate other people's legs? It's not scientific."

"Science?" He rolled his eyes.

Mr. Saw is so uncooperative, I can only continue to speculate: "Do you often have hallucinations, and my height brings you bad memories, so you will regard the hallucinations as real things?"

Seriously, I don't want Mr. Saw to be a really hurtful chainsaw maniac.He is not tall and looks very unconfident. Life is not easy. If he really commits a crime and goes to prison, his future will be even more difficult.

Now that I have the evidence of haemorrhage, I am naturally more inclined that Mr. Saw is a temporary illness and has never hurt anyone in the past.

If this is the truth, then as long as I don't pursue Mr. Saw for maliciously hurting others, and persuade him to actively treat his mental illness, he will gradually come out.

After asking several questions in a row, Mr. Saw refused to cooperate and refused to answer my questions directly.

I have no choice but to take out my mobile phone and call 110. If Mr. Saw is innocent, the police will give him justice.

The signal of No. 404 is not good. After trying several times in a row, the call cannot be made.I want to go out to find the signal, but it's not good to leave Mr. Saw here alone. What if he goes crazy and runs out with the chainsaw?

Just when I was at a loss, the phone rang. It was the number ending in "94444".

At this time, there was a sudden signal...

I picked up the phone and spoke first: "Hello, are you Principal Zhang?"

"Yes... I... I'm sick..." Principal Zhang's voice was still so slow, and there were still so many signal noises.

"I have something I want to talk to you about. Regarding the receptionist in Room 404, he called himself Mr. Saw and didn't tell me his real name. Do you know anything about his mental state?"

"I know... I know... Zila..."

"He tried to attack me with a chainsaw today and was subdued by me. This move is really dangerous. I think it is necessary to report to the school. In addition, he said that he had killed someone and jumped off a building. There were many loopholes in his words, and he said he was dead. I I think his mental illness is already very serious and needs systematic treatment."

"He...was...alive...never...killed...people...Zi la..."

Why is everyone in this training institution saying that they can't talk to each other!Do we have to call the living people dead?

I said angrily: "Principal Zhang, Mr. Saw is just mentally handicapped. He is not dead yet. We should help him and care about him instead of ignoring his existence."

At this moment, I don't care that my future boss is on the other end of the phone. I don't care if I don't join this kind of unit where employees will amputate their legs at every turn.

"Hey...understand...tomorrow...I will send...professionals...to...hey, you tonight...stay first with...account...I will give you...spiritual compensation...hey..."

Principal Zhang's phone was disconnected again, and I was so tormented that I couldn't get angry. I sent the account number and user name to Principal Zhang in the form of a text message, and turned to look at Mr. Saw.

He leaned against the wall and closed his eyes, looking very tired, as if he had fallen asleep.

I looked at three bedrooms, each with a bed.Then he picked up Mr. Saw and sent him to bed to rest.

Mr. Saw was awakened, opened his eyes and saw me, with a frightened expression on his face, struggling to escape.

I was very speechless, why was he the one who was frightened.

"Which is your room?" I asked angrily.

He raised his head and pointed to the darkest room.

I put him on the bed and sighed: "Since Principal Zhang said that you didn't kill anyone, I believe you. Tomorrow the school will invite professionals from psychological counseling to help you. Don't shy away from medical treatment. I will accompany you when the time comes."

Hearing that I would accompany him, Mr. Saw was terrified.

Seeing that he was really afraid of me, I left the room, closed the door, and said to him before leaving: "I'm sleeping in the next room, call me if something happens. Don't think about escaping with a chainsaw in the middle of the night, I'm asleep and alert."

In order to prevent him from hurting others again, I picked up the chainsaw and put it beside the bed in the master bedroom. If someone came to pick up the chainsaw, I would definitely feel it.

Lying on the bed, thinking that Mr. Saw was afraid of me, and probably regarded me as someone who bullied him, I felt a little uncomfortable, and I didn't know whether to sympathize with him or be angry.

The body is very heavy, and this night is too tossed.I closed my eyes and gradually fell asleep.

When I opened my eyes again, it was already daylight. I wiped the drool from the corner of my mouth, and reached out to touch the chainsaw, but it was gone!

Wouldn't it be too sleepy to be taken away by Mr. Saw?

I jumped up from the bed and rushed to the living room. I saw a young man wearing a double-breasted yellow robe with gossip patterns embroidered on the back, holding a wooden sword in his hand, wearing a square scarf, and standing in the middle of the living room. .

I had a sense of being in a TV drama, and asked doubtfully, "Um... who are you?"

He looked me up and down, let out a "hum" from his nose, and said coldly: "You are lucky."

The author has something to say: I found that some dear readers didn't seem to understand the previous plot and didn't know what happened, so I had to explain it here.

Chapter 1, the reason why the phone buzzes is because the ghost energy wave interferes with the signal, and the ghost signal is connected to the mail in the protagonist's computer, so after Mr. Jianguo closed the computer screen, the phone was cut off.And then the computer couldn't be turned off, and the battery couldn't be pulled out, but Mr. Jianguo pulled out the battery with his righteousness.

The reason why Mr. Jianguo is not allowed to sit on the school bus is not because of the paint. The truth is that the seats are full, but Mr. Jianguo cannot see the passengers.

In Chapter 2, Mr. Jianguo felt that the air conditioner was turned up because a passenger was blowing the back of his neck. The driver seemed indifferent, but in fact he was protecting Mr. Jianguo from being harassed.

Chapter 3, Mr. Saw is a leg-saw ghost who died of being bullied and committed suicide because of his short legs. His memory is a bit confused at this time. In fact, he did not kill anyone before his death. The leg-sawing was done after death, but he thinks he did it during his lifetime. .

In addition, the focus of this chapter is that Mr. Jianguo was born when the yang energy was the most abundant on the National Day.He has the body of a boy, and his blood contains strong masculinity. Ghosts belong to yin, and they are most afraid of yang.

Important point: I don't want to explain these plots myself, the less I explain, the more I will enrich my brain.But looking at the comments, it seems that some relatives don't understand it, and I need to explain it.If you feel that the explanations are spoiling the atmosphere, I will delete them tomorrow.