Global Thriller: My Organs Have Their Own Minds

　　"what should I do?"

　　Lin Hun, who was hiding behind the shower curtain, was stiff.

　　For some reason, with the sound of the water flowing, he felt a strong panic.

　　As if something terrifying was slowly appearing in the bathroom. .

Chapter 2

　　[Open the shower curtain and observe him in front of the hand basin. 】

　　The font that popped up suddenly made Lin Hun almost scream out in fright, but fortunately, he reacted quickly to suppress this behavior that could kill him.

　　"Observe? So he is visible?... No, it should be said that my eyes should be able to see him now!"

　　Taking a deep breath of the air that became much colder, Lin Hun forced himself to calm down, quietly opened the shower curtain a little, and looked in the direction of the hand basin.

　　I don't know if it's because of the changes in my eyes.

　　Even if the lights were turned off, he could vaguely see everything in the bathroom.

　　He saw a pale figure standing still in front of the washbasin in the bathroom.

　　This figure is somewhat illusory and translucent.

　　But judging from his figure and hairstyle, this figure should be a female.

　　She had long black hair on her head, hanging down from above, covering her face so she couldn't see her true face.

　　She was wearing a white dress with blood stains that had turned black.

　　She has no arms.

　　The shoulder position is a dark red hole.

　　No bones, no flesh and blood, only wisps of black mist drifting in the void.

　　She has no arms!

　　[Your eyes looked straight at the Armless Specter, and you felt a strong radiation of resentment. Your eyes mutated, and you acquired the ability to recall death. 】

　　As the prompt appeared, a picture like a revolving lantern suddenly appeared in Lin Hun's eyes.

　　A tall, beautiful-looking woman with dark, thick waist-length hair and perfectly-lined arms is preparing to attend a dance.

　　The screen turned, and the woman met a handsome photographer at the dance. The two chatted happily and exchanged contact information.

　　The picture is turned again, and the woman is shooting in a studio. She is wearing a white dress, revealing perfectly slender arms, and her long black hair is smooth like a mirror.

　　The picture became gloomy, the room was still the same studio, but the woman was gone, and only the photographer was admiring a statue of Venus without arms.

　　The picture began to ooze blood. In the studio, the photographer laughed wildly. In front of him, the statue of Venus was attached to the arms, but these arms were not the arms of the sculpture, but a pair of pale and bloodless, but perfect lines. arm.

　　The picture began to shatter, and through the scattered picture, it could be seen that a woman without arms was completely wrapped in tape and then embedded in the wall.

　　In the end, what came into view was a lump of cement, and with the sound of plastering, the viewing angle was completely plunged into darkness.

　　"Uh!"

　　His eyes were stinging, and Lin Hun felt something coming out of his eyes. He raised his hand and wiped it, his hands were sticky.

　　Tears of blood flowed from his eyes.

　　[Liu Yanran believed in the wrong person during her lifetime, and was enclosed in the wall after her death. She loves cleanliness and only hopes that someone can help her wash her hair. 】

　　I don't know if it's because I watched Liu Yanran's death retrospective, and now Lin Hun no longer feels fear when he looks at her.

　　He only felt that this woman was a little pitiful and met an inhuman scumbag.

　　"Wash your hair?"

　　Looking at the hint given by his eyes, Lin Hun gritted his teeth and opened the shower curtain.

　　As if the barrier was opened, an incomparably cold aura came from the surface.

　　It made Lin Hun's body go numb on the spot.

　　He felt like a frozen live fish at this time. Although he was still conscious, his body was out of control.

　　To make matters worse, Liu Yanran, the armless female ghost in front of the hand basin, was turning her head.

　　She showed her pale, numb, corpse-stained cheeks.

　　At this moment, she was staring at Lin Hun with a pair of dead fish eyes that didn't have the slightest luster.

　　From her eyes, Lin Hun saw the resentment that gradually ignited.

　　"Liu Yanran!"

　　Resisting the terrifying chill, Lin Hun struggled to squeeze the opponent's name out of his throat.

　　Hearing her name, the resentment rising in Liu Yanran's eyes suddenly stagnated, and then dropped a lot.

　　"There is a door!"

　　Feeling such Lin Hun's eyes lit up, then he said.

　　"I know everything about you. I know that there is a scumbag who hurt you. If you believe me, I am willing to find that guy for you, let him experience the greatest pain in the world, and avenge you!"

　　"........."

　　Hearing Lin Hun's remarks, the resentment in Liu Yanran's eyes became weaker and weaker, and finally only a trace remained.

　　As her resentment disappeared, most of the Senhan in the air also quietly subsided.

　　"You can't do it."

　　A female voice with an echo sounded, and Lin Hun looked at the armless female ghost in front of him in surprise.

　　He originally thought that this Specter in front of him should be the existence of only resentment.

　　It now appears that things are not so simple.

　　"I can do it! Just give me time."

　　This is not to brag. Lin Hun believes that with his eyes that can see the future, he will be able to find the murderer who killed Liu Yanran sooner or later.

　　"You don't know how terrifying he is."

　　Shaking her head, Liu Yanran returned to the hand basin again.

　　"Can you wash my hair for me if you can?"

　　Bending down gently, Liu Yanran asked in her terrifying voice with echoes.

　　"Of course it is my pleasure to serve you, ma'am."

　　Walking to Liu Yanran's side, Lin Hun rolled up his sleeves and prepared to wash his hair. .

Chapter 3

　　The strong smell of blood was mixed with the smell of cement, and there was also a strong rancid smell.

　　The smell on Liu Yanran's body was indescribable, making her stomach churn and wishing to vomit on the spot.

　　But Lin Hun didn't vomit.

　　Because he knew that if he vomited, the female ghost who had eased his relationship with him would go berserk in the next second, tearing him to shreds on the spot.

　　"Bend your waist a little more."

　　Resisting the smell of corpse on Liu Yanran's body, Lin Hun gently put his hand on her shoulder.

　　Cold and stiff.

　　The touch from the hand is like a corpse that has been left for an unknown period of time, which makes the scalp numb.

　　But Lin Hun's face didn't change any expression, he still had a smile on his face.

　　"........."

　　Perhaps feeling Lin Hun's kindness, Liu Yanran obediently bent her waist, letting half of her hair fall into the hand basin.

　　"Okay, I'm going to start washing."

　　Lin Hun's eyes twitched as he looked at the black hair that fell into the hand basin and was instantly dyed with a lot of blood.

　　He moved his fingers and put his hand on Liu Yanran's head.

　　Colder and weirder.

　　Lin Hun, who inserted his fingers into Liu Yanran's hair, felt as if his fingers were placed in a cage full of sharp steel wires.

　　In an instant, a large number of small wounds were incised.

　　Blood flowed out of the wound and touched Liu Yanran's hair.

　　These hairs are like greedy leeches. After smelling the blood, they rushed up like living things, wrapped around Lin Hun's hands, and twisted, trying to penetrate into his body from the wound and eat flesh and blood. .

　　[Your hands were invaded by ghost hair, you were in a very unhappy mood, and you awakened the grip of immortality. 】

　　clap clap clap!

　　There was a sound of breaking, and the black hair wrapped around Lin Hun's hands was shattered into two pieces by his suddenly enlarged hands.

　　The broken black hair twisted wildly in Lin Hun's hand like a snake that had not been decapitated.

　　The curious picture made Lin Hun sound an animation called "Parasitic Beast" that he had watched.

　　These broken black hair kept shrinking and twisting, trying to squeeze themselves into Lin Hun's skin.

　　But the hands that awakened the grip of the inextinguishable were incredibly tough. Not only were they not strangled by the black hair, but instead, the black hair was wrapped around the hands, forming a black-haired fingerless glove.

　　[Your hands have subdued the ghost hair with excellent quality, and you have obtained the ghost puzzle: ghost hair. 】

　　The chill was still there, but Lin Hun felt the submissive emotion from the black hair.

　　These hairs from Liu Yanran's body are like another life form, full of the strong temperament of respecting the weak and the strong.

　　It is precisely because of this.