The old door opened, making a squeaking sound, which seemed particularly abrupt in the silence.

Even though Ding Chi was very brave, he couldn't help swallowing his saliva at this moment. There was no doubt that the woman who was invisible to the naked eye opened the door, and she was in the room, perhaps standing in front of her and looking at her at this moment.

Ding Chi carefully moved the curtain and slowly reached into the small bedroom. When the middle of the curtain encountered an obstacle, the shape of a hand suddenly highlighted.

Ding Chi took a deep breath and slowly took back the curtain. He had already confirmed that the woman was standing in front of him, which was enough. Thinking from the perspective of others, I believe that Ding Chi would not want to be covered by a dirty curtain. He put down the curtain and thought for a while and said, "You followed me into my house yesterday and dialed out my awake time. You have eight hours to kill me, but you didn't do anything, so I believe you should have no malice to me. I went downstairs to look at the surveillance camera, and I was shocked, but I didn't panic and called the police. I also had no malice to you. Since you and I have no malice, then I think we can sit down and talk?"

He waited for a while, but there was no sound in the small bedroom. Ding Chi scratched his head, and the woman who was invisible to the naked eye was right in front of him, but what was the case if he didn't say a word? It would be that he could not hear the naked eye, and his ears could not hear it either, right?

While he was thinking, the door of the small bedroom suddenly shook twice, making a bang sound. This was the signal sent by the other party, but Ding Chi had no idea what the other party meant. Could it be that the other party was a mute?

At this time, the kitchen chair squeaked. Ding Chi turned around and saw that the chair was slowly pulled open. Then the bottle of Coke rose out of thin air, the bottle cap was unscrewed and slowly fell on the table. The mouth of the bottle was tilted, and the dark brown drink spilled on the table. Then an invisible finger dipped in Coke and wrote the handwriting on the table: "I've spoken, but you can't hear it."

Ding Chi frowned and said, "But you can hear me when I speak."

The handwriting was erased, and only one word was written this time: Yes.

Ding Chi can hear him, but Ding Chi cannot hear him. What is the reason?

It seemed as if Ding Chi's doubts were seen from Ding Chi's face, and a line of handwriting was slowly written on the desktop: I was exiled.

After reading the handwriting, Ding Chi's questions not only did not decrease, but instead increased. What is exile?

Looking at what he wanted to write with his invisible fingers, Ding Chi suddenly felt that this communication method was really primitive, so he said: "Is it difficult to write? Maybe we should change the communication method."

As he said that, Ding Chi turned around and walked to the door of the large bedroom, turned his head to wave to the dining table that was empty but indeed someone else. He entered the large bedroom, turned on his desktop computer, and then skillfully logged into the webpage WeChat. Ding Chi got up and made a gesture of asking for help, turned around and sat on the bed, and clicked on his phone, "Now it can be said."

The computer chair moved gently, the thick chair cushion was slightly sunken, and the keyboard started to slam the crackling sound. After a while, a paragraph of text was presented to the file transfer interface of the mobile phone WeChat.

"I was exiled, so I turned a blind eye and heard."

Ding Chi said: "What is exile?"

The woman replied in words: "A special ability."

Ding Chi said: "A superpower that can make people blind and ignore it?"

"You can understand that."

"But you can still leave images on surveillance video."

"That's right. So this ability only acts on subjective and does not affect objective facts."

"So that's it." Ding Chi quietly turned on the phone camera, raised it and pointed it at the desktop computer. Then he finally saw the woman sitting on the chair. Her long hair was shawl, her face was pale, and she was wearing a black sportswear. Her left arm and abdomen were covered with dry blood. The woman was very tall and handsome. She looked sideways at her, with her phoenix eyes silently.

On the phone, the woman sat sideways at the computer desk; Ding Chi turned his head slightly, looking at it as if it was empty.

Ding Chi suddenly felt that this world was very strange. It turned out that there was really something like superpowers!

The woman on the phone opened and closed her lips as if she had said something. Then she turned around and typed on the keyboard, and another text message was sent: "Have you seen enough?"

Ding Chi scratched his head and said, "Don't mind, I just think it's amazing. It turns out that there are really super powers... Then your ability should..."

It should be very good, right? If someone else has this ability, wouldn’t he do whatever he wants? Anyway, he can’t see or hear, and no one knows what good people and good things he does. Tsk... It seems a bit wrong! If everyone can’t see you or hear you, then passing a road without traffic lights is similar to committing suicide?

Not only that, you must be careful all the time, not sure when those who cannot see you will cause fatal damage to you. For example, some high-level residents with poor qualities will see no one throwing garbage down, and just hitting you on the head; for example, a man who is wiping a whip in the morning exercise, staring at no one around, whipping a cold boy... What's even more terrifying is that from now on, you can only wander around like a lonely ghost, get hurt, can't go to the hospital when you are sick, and you can only solve it yourself; even if you stand in front of your former relatives and friends, they will ignore you. So no one talks and chats with you, you can only be alone forever, and you may not be autistic to the point of going crazy.

“…it should be pitiful.”

The woman sent a message: "You have a bad memory. I said that I was exiled."

In other words, the ability to exile is someone else's? Inexplicably, Ding Chi remembered the invisible man who was knocked down and disappeared by himself.

He smacked his lips and said, "Is there any way to solve your current state?"

"Yes. Either he takes the initiative to lift it, or kill him."

Ding Chi asked again: "If someone is exiled, will you have a company?"

Text reply: "Exile is a subjective ability that acts on people."

Ding Chi stared at the text and thought for a while, then became frightened and shocked. Even if he was exiled, the exiled person was still human, so the result of the two exiled people getting together was that they could not see each other or hear each other.

"It's so scary." Ding Chi said, quickly restoring what happened last night in his mind. The woman fought fiercely with the banished person. She boarded the Union Road viaduct in a fierce battle. The banished person was pushed out by the woman and then hit her own car. The banished person might have been because of a brief fainting, but she returned from the exile state and appeared in front of Ding Chi. When Ding Chi called the police, the banished person returned to awakening, and then re-entered the banished state, and disappeared again.

The bloodstains on the women's sportswear proved that she was also seriously injured at that time, so she was unable to pursue her. She could only get into her car after the ability escaped and followed her home with her.

The details may be different, but Ding Chi felt that the facts were almost the same. After thinking about it, Ding Chi sighed and asked, "Can you tell all of these, does it mean that I'm in trouble too?"
Chapter completed!