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The next day was Saturday, but Huang Dongbo's business department still asked employees to come to work. He was thinking about the strange things that happened last night, but soon he gradually forgot about the work. He felt that his new official had been too tired in the past few days, or he had misheard the sounds upstairs and downstairs, and his fear was always not obvious during the day.

After get off work, Huang Dongbo had dinner outside, then went to the bath center to steam it, and found a lady to go into the private room to "rest" for an hour, feeling relaxed. Huang Dongbo now lives in a house rented by the business department. Since he had just been transferred here, his family was not around. Huang Dongbo usually lives alone at night, and any "activity" is solved outside. He never brings all kinds of women back to his residence. This is a "good habit".

After he returned home, he couldn't help but think about what happened last night again, and he became nervous again inexplicably. When he was sleeping, the lights turned on for a long time, but there was no movement. He turned off the lights and fell asleep in a daze.

Huang Dongbo was awakened by the rustling footsteps in his sleep. This time he heard it more clearly than yesterday. The footsteps seemed to have become much heavier, so he stopped outside the bedroom door. Huang Dongbo wanted to sit up, but found that he was lying on the bed and unable to move, and his body seemed to have turned into a pool of mercury liquid - that strange uncontrollable feeling.

The body could not move, and Huang Dongbo found that his neck could still be twisted. He turned his head to look at the bedroom door, guessing what would be outside the door. Just as he was thinking this in his heart, the walls and doors seemed to suddenly become transparent, and his eyes could see everything in the living room and the corridor. There seemed to be nothing outside the door. Huang Dongbo was worried and kept staring there, and gradually found a faint shadow outside the door.

The shadow was as hazy as a cloud of fog at first, and gradually the fog became clearer and condensed into the shape of a person. The shape of the person became clearer and clearer. The person lowered his head, and his long dark red hair draped over his shoulders. When Huang Dongbo finally saw the shape of the person clearly, the other party suddenly raised his head. There was no facial features on his pale face, but there was only a huge eye in the middle of his face. The eyes were emitting a strange light, which seemed to directly shoot his soul.

Huang Dongbo opened his mouth wide, but he couldn't make any sound. After a long time, he made a hoarse scream, and he fainted in fear.

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This day was Sunday, and Junzi chatted with Taomuling at home. Taomuling was very interested in Feng Junzi's bizarre stories. While listening, he kept asking: "You said that there was a female ghost in your family. Is this true? How did she come here? (Please refer to the second part of this book, "Ghost Hutong")

Feng Junzi: "Of course it's true. It's not her who came here by herself. I specially brought her from Qingdao Guihutong. Do you believe it? I remember you are an atheist."

Taomuling: "I am indeed an atheist, but I believe what you say."

Now it was Feng Junzi's turn to be curious: "What's going on? Do you explain it?"

Taomuling: "This is a psychological phenomenon. When I was studying in the United States, I encountered many such cases with my mentor. Many people firmly believe that they saw ghosts, and they did indeed see them."

Feng Junzi: "*! You treat me as a patient!"

Taomuling: "I didn't say you are a mental patient. In fact, this phenomenon is normal. Many of our classmates can also see what you call ghosts when practicing spiritual experience."

Feng Junzi: "Don't talk to me about Carl Jung's theory, I can't remember it even if you say it."

Taomuling: "You know what I want to say before I can speak, and you say I can't remember it. In fact, for psychologists who have a deep understanding of spiritual experience, they not only know that you can see ghosts, but even through some technology, they can see the ghosts you see."

Feng Junzi: "This does not require you to go to the United States to learn. Chinese psychologists have also invented a 'intentional dialogue technology'. If you have been trained for a long time, you can see other people's psychological images."

Taomuling smiled and said, "Don't you think this is amazing? If you are interested, I can teach you."

Feng Junzi smiled indifferently and said, "This is just a very superficial ability to understand his mind. In Eastern civilization, something that has existed a long time ago. Why should I learn it with you, a newcomer?"

Taomuling: "Why haven't I heard anyone else say it?"

Feng Junzi sighed: "It's a big deal that the Eastern philosophy is too special. The starting point of entry is too high. Those who cannot understand it may never know the mystery. This is not like Western psychology science, which can be slowly accepted by most people from shallow to deep."

Taomuling: "If you don't say this, how about we have an experiment? I also want to know what the female ghost you brought home two years ago looks like."

Feng Junzi was about to refuse, but the doorbell suddenly rang. Feng Junzi knew the person who came, Huang Dongbo, the newly appointed general manager of Jinjiang Securities Binhai Branch.
Chapter completed!