Ying Sanyue asked in confusion: "What does the fourth level have to do with the mouthful of blood you vomited?"

Muke: "You should have heard it when I went to the doctor, right? Many of my organs have aged like an eighty-year-old woman."

Ying Sanyue responded: "In other words, the fourth level is to find the reason for your body's decline, otherwise..."

As for the doctor, prepare for the funeral.

Muke nodded: "I just don't know how many days I have left."

Her voice sounded like a sigh, and before Ying Sanyue could think of words to comfort her, she had already sat cross-legged and continued to digest Lin Zhouzhou's memories.

All key parts of Lin Zhouzhou's memory were interrupted. For example, what happened before Lin Zhouzhou's "sleepwalking murder" was completely blank.

On the contrary, the killing was extremely clear. After experiencing Chen Jie's victim's perspective, Muke once again experienced the murderer's perspective.

“What a strange experience.”

It feels like killing myself.

Muke was sighing. The next moment, her brain throbbed, and a blurry picture appeared in her mind. On a night with lightning and thunder, she was standing at the gate with a knife in hand and her head lowered.

Lightning flashed across the sky, and a gash appeared at the corner of her mouth, as if someone had cut it open.

She wanted to see clearly whether the one in the picture was Muke or her, but she started coughing violently.

The screen is cut off directly.

She subconsciously covered her mouth, but the blood still overflowed from her fingers, dripping onto the pure white sheets, like blooming roses.

The fragment of mirror she held tightly in her hand trembled violently, as if trying to break free from the shackles of the cloth.

Ying Sanyue was the ghost closest to Muke besides the mirror ghost, and was also the most intuitively affected. His Adam's apple couldn't help but roll, and blood was already flowing out. He was slightly...

No! Absolutely not! Once it gets started, there’s no telling what it will develop into later!

Ying March ran into the bathroom and pulled off the towel.

Muke was about to take the towel, but a pale and bloodless hand caught the towel before her.

Chen Jie's face was full of forbearance and restraint, and the color of her pupils was darker than before, as if a black hole was about to bite people: "Lift your face."

Muke obediently obeyed.

Chen Jie used a towel to wipe the blood from the corners of Muke's mouth and palms.

After drying, Chen Jie carried Muke to the stool, then pulled off the sheets and wrapped them with a towel.

Muke still had a cough, but she no longer vomited blood. She smiled weakly and said, "If you take care of me so much, do you have to pay more for the nanny next month?"

Chen Jie stopped packing her things and wanted to give Muke a slap, but looking at her weak look, she would probably slap her to death.

Ying Sanyue felt a pain in her head. She looked at Chen Jie's hand that had just withdrawn and cursed: "You are sick! I didn't say anything, why did you hit me?"

Wang Lei came back when he smelled the blood. He happened to hear Ying Sanyue's question and replied with a smile: "Brother, you don't understand women's hearts? This is called expressing anger. Do you need a reason?"

Chen Jie was about to throw away the sheets, but Muke stopped her: "Wait a minute, I have something to ask you."

Chen Jie seemed a little impatient: "Speak quickly, I can't bear it anymore."

Muke: "Has the smell of my blood changed?"

When they were in the ghost school, the three ghosts didn't react so much to their own blood, but now they seemed to be almost unable to control themselves.

Chen Jie: "If you didn't tell me, I wouldn't have realized that your blood seems to smell really good."

Ying Sanyue: "Will the blood of a dying person become more fragrant? No! The fresher and younger the blood should be, the better it smells. The blood of a dying person is the smelliest. Your organs have failed, we

I should hate your blood very much!"

Muke: "Unless Smiley Face not only manipulated my organs, but also deliberately changed my blood. But how did he do it?"

Chen Jie and Wang Lei did not hear the conversation between Muke and Ying Sanyue, and did not know about the assessment of Smiley Face. At this moment, they had not kept up with the rhythm of one person and one ghost.

Ying Sanyue: "As time goes by, your body will gradually decline, but your blood will become more and more fragrant..."

He thought of something terrible, but he didn't dare to say it.

But Muke didn't take this into account: "It seems that they have prepared a lot of ways to die for me, including brain bomb explosion, organ failure, and...being eaten alive by you."

Muke has very few friends, and the only ones he really cares about are these ghosts around him.

Being eaten bit by bit by your most trusted friend is really an extremely cruel way to die.

Wang Lei, who had always been silent, glanced at Muke. If it was the third way of death, then she would not be able to become a ghost, because ghosts devour not only the body, but also the soul.

Muke stretched out his hand towards Chen Jie: "Give me the sheets and towels."

Muke packed the bloody sheets and towels in sealed bags.

Chen Jie asked in confusion: "What are you doing?"

Muke: "I want to do a few small experiments. First, is it still so fragrant now?"

Her expression looked very plain, as if she was asking Chen Jie whether the food she cooked today tastes good, not whether her blood tastes good.

Chen Jie smelled the smell of blood that had not dissipated in the air, and then came over to smell the sealed bag: "It can have a certain isolation effect."

Muke: "I understand, what you smell is the molecules with the smell of blood that diffuse into the air. If you isolate the air and maintain a vacuum, you should be able to achieve shielding. In this sense, ghosts and people are indeed

very similar."

The three ghosts present had all gone to school, so they naturally understood Muke's words. Of course, even if they didn't understand, they would be embarrassed to ask.

Muke put the bag in the drawer. The second experiment she wanted to do had to wait.

She placed the wrapped mirror fragments in another drawer.

Wang Lei: "You won't throw her away?"

Muke: "What's the use of throwing it away? It will come back again? After all, it is an assessment, and the invigilator must be in place."

Seeing that Wang Lei and Chen Jie were confused, Muke briefly explained the assessment.

Chen Jie frowned tightly, her pale face showing resentment.

After all, she was a victim affected by Liu Meiling's assessment.

Wang Lei hesitated and asked, "Can you show me your parents' photos?"

Muke took out the photo that was placed close to his body and handed it to him.

Wang Lei looked at it carefully and said: "I have seen similar photos, but only your parents, not you and this man."

Muke: "Where?"

Wang Lei: "On the wishing wall in the back mountain."

Because Ying Sanyue led the way, Muke didn’t visit many places in Houshan.

Muke asked in detail about the location of the wishing wall, and then wrote it down in the new notebook.

Assuming that she can survive until three months later, she must leave a guarantee for herself who loses her memory.

After finishing writing the diary, Muke turned on his mobile phone and made a call.

Mr. Lu's voice of surprise came from the mobile phone.
Chapter completed!