Men Nan curled up alone on the bed.
Weak, pitiful, and helpless.
Of course, this was only Men Nan's secondary personality. If this bastard brought out the primary personality, he would at least count as a Red-Clothed.
This tiny room contained four Red-Clothed ghosts...
In a sense, the ghost in Men Nan's dream was quite unlucky too. If it went head-to-head with four Red-Clothed ghosts, it would probably be torn into pieces on the spot.
"Men Nan's condition is already very serious. The person in his dream will enter the bathroom soon. What will happen then, no one can say for sure."
"Falling asleep has become harder every time. We have been adjusting his medication more and more frequently. I had no choice but to hope that you could lend me a hand."
"Please take this opportunity seriously."
Gao Ming said with a grave expression.
In private, he was rather tolerant, but when it came to Men Nan, he had no choice but to remain stern. This was an attitude one had to have toward a patient, a quality an elite psychologist had to possess.
Of course, Chen Ge still thought Gao Ming was merely a psychologist at the time, perhaps a somewhat famous one with considerable influence in Hanjiang City.
Zhang Ze, however, knew exactly how terrifying this unremarkable-looking psychologist was.
"I checked every corner of the room and found nothing suspicious. But a great deal of shampoo has been used, nearly all of it. There was also only Men Nan's hair on the washstand."
"As you can see, Men Nan's neck leans forward severely, and his eyes always roll upward unconsciously, as if he sees something sitting on his neck. It could be a neurological reaction, or it could be..."
Chen Ge said.
Of course, he did not