Global Thriller: My Organs Have Their Own Ideas

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

The font that popped up suddenly made Lin Hun scared and almost yelled out. Fortunately, his quick reaction suppressed this kind of behavior that could kill him.

"Observation? 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 has become much colder, Lin Hun forced himself to calm down, and quietly opened the shower curtain and looked in the direction of the hand basin.

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

Even if the light is off, he can vaguely see everything in the bathroom.

He saw a pale figure standing quietly in front of the hand basin in the bathroom.

This figure is a bit illusory and translucent.

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

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

He was wearing a white dress with black blood stains.

She has no arms.

The shoulder position is a dark red hole.

There is no bones, no flesh and blood, only strands of black mist drifting in the hollow.

She has no arms!

[Your eyes looked directly at the armless ghost, and you felt the strong radiation of resentment. Your eyes mutated, and you gained the ability to retrospect death. 】

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

A tall, beautiful woman with thick black waist-length hair and perfectly-lined arms is preparing to participate in a dance party.

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

The picture turns again, and the woman is shooting in a studio. She is wearing a white dress, showing slender arms with perfect lines, and her long dark hair is as smooth as a mirror.

The picture becomes gloomy. The room is still the studio, but the woman is gone. Only the photographer is 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 connected to his arms, but these arms were not sculptural arms, but pale without blood, but with perfect lines. arm.

The picture began to shatter. Through the fragmented picture, you can see that a woman without arms was completely wrapped by tape and then inserted into the wall.

Finally, what greeted the eyes was a pile of cement, accompanied by the sound of plastering, and the perspective was completely darkened.

"Uh!"

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

There was blood and tears in his eyes.

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

I don't know if it was because of watching Liu Yanran's death retrospect. Now Lin Hun can't feel the fear when he looks at her.

He only felt that this woman was a little bit pitiful, and he met a scumbag who had no humanity.

"Wash your hair?"

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

As if the barrier had been opened, an extremely cold aura spread over the surface.

Lin Hun's body was 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, the armless female ghost Liu Yanran in front of the hand basin was turning her head.

Her pale, numb cheeks with corpse spots were revealed.

At this moment, she was staring at Lin Hun with a pair of dead fish eyes without the slightest luster.

In her eyes, Lin Hun saw the resentment gradually igniting.

"Liu Yanran!"

Enduring the terrible chill, Lin Hun struggled to squeeze the opponent's name from his throat.

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

"There is a door!"

Feeling that Lin Hun's eyes lit up, then he spoke.

"I know everything about you. I know a scumbag hurt you. If you believe me, I am willing to find that guy for you, let him taste the greatest pain in the world, and take revenge for you!"

"..."

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

As her resentment disappeared, the coldness in the air also quietly subsided for the most part.

"You can't do it."

With an echoing female voice, Lin Hun looked at the armless female ghost in surprise.

He originally thought that the ghost in front of him should only be left with resentment.

It now appears that things are not that simple.

"I can do it! Just give me time."

These words are not bragging. Lin Hun believes that with his eyes that can see the future, sooner or later, he can find the murderer who killed Liu Yanran.

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

Shaking her head, Liu Yanran returned to the basin.

"If you can, can you help me wash my hair?"

Bend down gently, Liu Yanran asked in her echoing terrifying voice.

"Of course, it is my pleasure to serve you, madam."

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

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