I work as a housekeeper in Guilou

Chapter 222 Zhang Ying’s Travels ()
Lin Jiangdan recounted the scene she saw and couldn't help but become angry again. She couldn't control it, and the blood in her abdomen smeared on her white dress and spread.

Tick, tick, tick.

Xia Qimiao heard the strange sound again. She looked at the ground, but found no trace of suspicious liquid.

She stretched out her hand and held Lin Jiangdan's.

Sanya's hands are relatively small, but extremely rough, with wide knuckles covered with calluses and cracks.

Lin Jiangdan's human form is perfect, exactly what she looked like when she was alive, so the details are reproduced clearly.

Although her hands also have calluses and are slightly thinner in comparison, they are also signs of her hard work in painting.

Just by being held by her hand and looking at the host's indifferent eyes without any emotion, she strangely felt herself calm down.

"Sorry, host, I lost my temper."

"Human nature."

The host was so considerate and found good reasons for her. Listening to these four words, Lin Jiangdan couldn't help but reply in her heart, but she is not a human, but a sly.

With that said, it becomes more normal for her to be unable to control her emotions.

After all, there are not many monsters who are mentally stable. The king of ghosts in 147 is still going crazy. I heard that it will soon affect the entire southern district.

Well, except for a few strange things following the poster, everyone is pretty normal.

Maybe it’s because of the host’s aura? After all, she seems to have everything under control and behaves extremely calmly.

Xia Qimiao, who didn't know that she was considered calm, breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the white skirt recovered.

What she really thought just now was: Don't change. If you change again, you will scare the two children over there. Of course, it will also scare her.

She said that she did not want to relive the scene of Lin Jiangdan's disembowelment and disembowelment all over the floor, and she did not dare to think about it.

It's so nice to be pure white now, and it's a refreshing little pudding.

Lin Jiangdan felt the host's hand pull away, and his wandering thoughts quickly flew back.

She was a little reluctant to leave, but she was very reserved and did not show it. She retracted her hand and said, "I think this kind of thing is just the tip of the iceberg."

The theory of high emotional intelligence is the iceberg theory - only a fraction of the iceberg floats on the surface of the water and can be observed, and more is invisible underwater.

The argument for low emotional intelligence is that this kind of thing is like cockroaches. When you find a cockroach in your room, it may have already filled your home.

Lin Jiangdan felt that this was not an exception. She did not feel that these people were not worth saving, but she felt that there was a thorn stuck in her throat and it hurt whenever she moved.

Xia Qimiao can describe her thoughts in eight words, that is, "Sad for her misfortune, angry for her inability to fight."

"To say something extremely offensive, I wanted to ask her at that time, why didn't she die?" Lin Jiangdan felt that people who really want to die cannot be saved. Others can stop today, but they cannot stop tomorrow. .

She doesn't think death is the end, it should be the starting point. She is in an environment full of strange things, and she has also transformed from death into a strange thing. She feels that this is not difficult, as long as the emotions are strong and extreme enough.

The emotion she felt before her death was her persistence, or obsession, with her art. She used to think it was strong enough to last after her death, but now she feels it is not worth mentioning.

Lin Jiangdan heard the poster sighing for a long time, a voice full of helplessness, so he asked: "When you hear this kind of thing, don't you want to ask?" Don't want to ask them why they don't end their own lives, do they have to endure hardships? ?
"I won't." Xia Qimiao shook her head. She respected their desire for survival and survival.

Death is just a light word in others' words, but for me, it is extremely heavy.

It is perfectly normal for a person to choose to live. They are not doing anything wrong, so why should they die if they can live?

Xia Qimiao herself is this kind of person. No matter how ugly she is, she will still struggle, no matter how hopeless she is, she will still live. Living is itself a kind of hope for her.

Xia Qimiao knew Lin Jiangdan's logic. She probably felt that death did not represent "nothing" but represented rebirth, because she was not a human being, but a strange thing.

"They probably don't know the existence of monsters. For them, death means death. It is a choice that requires great courage to make."

"I can understand choosing death, and I can understand choosing life, so I won't ask."

Xia Qimiao was just expressing his own point of view and had no intention of blaming or imposing on Lin Jiangdan, so he changed the subject and ended the topic.

"Furthermore, if death can turn into a monster, then why haven't we seen a monster turned into a woman who died in vain?"

She was leaning towards no, because if anything, what could take away their hatred and prevent them from taking revenge on the village?

"In this way, it seems that there are no monsters in this village that turn into monsters after death." Before Lin Jiangdan had time to digest the poster's words, she was led to think, "Generally speaking, there is a possibility that humans will turn into monsters after death. Higher than animals.”

"Because human emotions will be more intense before death, and the emotions that burst out in that moment are the key to turning into monsters."

There is also this saying, and Xia Qimiao wrote it down in his notebook: "There are still many things that need to be investigated in this village. I am inclined to find out them clearly and solve them once and for all to avoid future troubles."

She looked at Daya and Erya, who had been staring here: "I'll start with them first, and you go ask that Yazi?"

"Okay, landlord."

Lin Jiangdan finally grabbed the poster: "Are you sure you want to take them out, rather than trying to get information from them and using this statement as a temporary measure?"

Xia Qimiao thought to herself that this strange creature was sometimes quite blunt about other things, but it was quite fun to talk to her, and it was so refreshing and refined to ask her if she was lying.

"I definitely want to take them out of their current life." Whether it's leaving or re-establishing order, there must always be something done for them.

It wasn't because she wanted anything from her, or because she sympathized with them.

She knew that sympathy was the most useless thing for such a person. She doesn't have to sympathize with them, she just wants to give them a chance to climb out of the quagmire.

Yes, it's all just because she wants to.

"What if they don't appreciate it, and after getting rid of it, they feel that their old life is better and more stable, and then they turn around and blame you?"

Xia Qimiao knew what she was thinking and worrying about, and she would only think more than she thought. She even considered things later.

Before her death, Lin Jiangdan seemed to have lived a life without worries about food and clothing, but she was different.

She smiled: "If you want to complain later, then blame me."

Now, she has to solve the immediate problem.

Editor 2: What a risk, there is a bug that I haven’t found yet, so I’ll fix it quickly.