Mysterious recovery, the world is unscientific

Chapter 1 The Woman in White Dress and Red Shoes

At night, at midnight.

The Xicheng Night Market is brightly lit, full of voices, and very lively.

A middle-aged man, sweating profusely, holding a mobile phone to his ear, rushed into the night market street with a frightened expression.

"Doctor Zhang, it's right behind me, following me all the time, what should I do?"

The middle-aged man said as he walked, his tone full of fear.

He turned his head three times a step, kept looking behind him, his eyes confused.

I don't know what is following behind him?
"Hiss..."

Behind the middle-aged man, there were subtle hisses out of thin air.

It seemed like a woman was crying in a hoarse voice, and it was also like a woman's heart-piercing wailing.

"Tick...tack...drip...tack..."

Every time the middle-aged man took a step forward, there would be faint ticking sounds on the ground behind him.

Blood!

Drops of blood-red blood fell down with the sound of ticks, and drops of blood appeared on the ground out of thin air.

"July is a good day! The gate is open to pick you up!"

"Don't run, don't run away! Go to hell with me!"

In the ears of the middle-aged man, the sound of a woman humming a little song kept echoing.

There are only four sentences like this in Xiaoqu'er, but the words are eerie and terrifying, which makes the middle-aged man's hairs stand on end and his hair stands on end.

"What's wrong with this man?"

"Why is he in such a hurry?"

"What are you looking back at?"

……

Puzzled whispers echoed all around.

In everyone's eyes, there is nothing behind the middle-aged man.

He saw, heard, and experienced everything that no one else could feel.

His panic, fear, and consternation all seemed absurd.

over the phone.

Zhang Qian frowned deeply at a wisp of willow leaf.

She is 23 years old, with a height of [-], with a good figure and good looks. She is a beautiful woman with a successful career in the eyes of the world.

Her ancestors had a Taoist priest in yellow clothes, who was very famous. The yellow clothes were worn by the kings of Taoism, and they were the best among the robes.

This caused her family to believe for generations, but until her generation, the world changed, and she did not take over her father's mantle, but instead studied psychology and became a psychiatrist.

As a well-known beautiful psychiatrist in this city, she has treated countless patients with mental illness for many years.

But the middle-aged man right now is the most special patient she has encountered over the years.

Just this afternoon, a middle-aged man had been to her clinic and said a lot of inexplicable things to her.

The most striking thing is that the middle-aged man said that there was a woman in white clothes and red shoes following behind him.

But... this woman doesn't exist at all...

"Don't scare yourself. It's because of the recent misfortune in your marriage, coupled with the impact of unemployment, that caused you too much mental stress, which affected your visual nerves, and caused hallucinations in front of your eyes."

After pondering for a moment, Zhang Qian comforted him with an extremely calm tone.

The middle-aged man couldn't listen at all.

"Doctor Zhang, what I said is true... It's too scary... It's too scary... I can't hold it anymore..."

"Didn't I ask you to recite a section of "Taiping Jing" in the afternoon? If you really feel that you have stumbled, try reciting that mantra silently."

"Bah..."

As soon as Zhang Qian finished speaking, there was a barking sound from the phone, and then the phone hung up.

Zhang Qian sat on the chair blankly, holding the mobile phone in her hand, her face was cloudy and uncertain, and she didn't know what happened to the other party.

Night market street center.

"Ah... Hurry up and call an ambulance, someone killed himself by cutting his throat."

"It's scary!"

"Why did this man suddenly take out a fruit knife from his pocket and cut his throat while walking?"

……

At this moment, the crowd was flustered and noisy, and everyone who visited the night market was shocked by the scene in front of them.

The middle-aged man... cut his throat and committed suicide...

Just now, while talking on the phone, when he walked to the center of Yeshi Street, without any warning, he suddenly took out a fruit knife from his pocket, inserted it straight into his throat in the most frightening way, and then slid Cut it off.

Blood gushed out from his broken neck like a fountain, staining the ground beneath him red.

He was lying on the ground in a pool of blood, his eyes were as big as a bull's eye, bloodshot, and his body twitched non-stop.

Soon after, his body convulsions stopped, his body became stiff, his breathing stopped, and he completely lost his breath of life.

The people visiting the night market stood at both ends of the night market, far away from him, and dared not approach him at all.

All this came too suddenly and too terrifying.

What's more, it's evil, no one knows the reason why all this happened.

About ten minutes later, the ambulance arrived.

After examination by medical staff, it was found that the middle-aged man had died.

Personnel from relevant departments inspected the scene and confirmed that the deceased died of suicide without any other abnormalities.

I retrieved his mobile phone call records and found that before he committed suicide, his last call was with Zhang Qian...

One o'clock.

Zhang Qian was alone at home with a heavy heart.

Half an hour ago, she received a call from the relevant department to confirm the news of the middle-aged man's suicide.

As his psychiatrist, Zhang Qian knew clearly.

The middle-aged man named Chen Lin, 45 years old, married, ran a hardware store in Xicheng, had no criminal record, had no recent grudges with anyone, and there was no possibility of being murdered.

She came into contact with Chen Lin, that is, a week ago.

During this week, Chen Lin came to her clinic four times in succession to ask her for psychological consultation. The most recent one was yesterday afternoon. The two of them were just doctors and patients.

As a psychiatrist, Zhang Qian has always had a strong psychological quality. Although she is saddened by the death of her patients.

But Chen Lin's suicide had nothing to do with her, so she would not have any psychological burden.

What she cared about was that before Chen Lin committed suicide, he kept saying that there was a woman in white clothes and red shoes who followed him all the time.

Isn't this... ridiculous?

Zhang Qian has been practicing for so many years, this patient is the most special one, and his death is also extremely strange.

What he said, does that woman in white dress and red shoes exist or not?
What kind of invisible force is driving the patient to commit suicide in such a painful way?

Could it be that he is really crazy?

At this moment, all kinds of questions kept pressing on Zhang Qian's mind like mountains.

This matter not only made her feel puzzled, but also made her feel very strange and unbelievable.

Around two in the morning.

Zhang Qian went into the bathroom and took a hot shower, then lay down on the bed to rest.

During this day, too many things happened, which made her mentally exhausted.

Not long after lying on the bed, her eyes were heavy and she was about to fall asleep.

"Hiss..."

But at this moment, a terrifying scene happened.

Suddenly there was a faint hissing sound in the bedroom.

Then, the vanity mirror on the left side of the bed suddenly emitted a faint white light.

An invisible pressure gushed out from the mirror, pressing down on Zhang Qian who was lying on the bed like a mountain top.

"Why can't I move?"

Zhang Qian was shouting in her heart, and subconsciously thought of the words "ghost press" in her mind.

"Hehehe..."

At this time, a tingling laughter that penetrated into the scalp came out from the mirror and began to wander around the room.

A woman in white clothes and red shoes, with long black hair hanging loose, crawled out of the vanity mirror little by little like a beast.

She showed her head first, but because her long hair hung over her forehead and blocked her face, it was impossible for people to see what she looked like.

Then she leaned out half of her body, bent her neck at ninety degrees, and looked at Zhang Qian who was lying on the bed.

"Bang bang bang..."

Zhang Qian couldn't move, the heartbeat in her chest was beating loudly.

"Whoosh!"

The woman jumped out of the mirror with a whoosh, and jumped onto the bed, her limbs were like four spider legs, firmly locking Zhang Qian under her body.

""July is a good day!The door is open for you! "

"Don't run, don't run away! Go to hell with me!"

At this moment, a strange singing voice sounded in Zhang Qian's ear.

Zhang Qian's pupils widened, and it became more and more difficult to breathe.

"Om..."

However, at this critical juncture, a humming sound suddenly sounded in Zhang Qian's body, and the pupils of her eyes instantly turned blue, and a dazzling blue light surged out, hitting the woman hard, hitting her hard It flew backwards and hit the wall behind with a bang.

Before Zhang Qian understood what was going on, she saw the woman's body tremble and quickly faded away.

After the blue light in her eyes disappeared, her whole body was like a deflated ball, she closed her eyes tiredly and fell into a coma.

(End of this chapter)