Chapter 103 Old Photos

Chen Chuan looked at his "second self" very calmly at this moment. As expected, the effect of virtualization appeared, and it was even more severe than yesterday.

He remembered the reminder in the information that he must not look at the front of the figure, so his eyes did not shift in that direction, but remained on the screen.

However, the stimulation of the alienated tissue cannot be ignored at this moment. In order to prevent it from growing wildly, he has to continue to guide it with breathing methods.

Ignoring those unpredictable additional injuries, the impact this time is actually much greater than the effect of drug penetration.

He completely ignored the interference from the outside world and concentrated on doing his own thing, just like during training, because he still had the second self as a line of defense. As long as the second self existed, he didn't have to worry about anything else.

Time slowly passed, and at a certain moment, he suddenly realized that the signs of his second self disappearing had suddenly disappeared. He took a breath, waited a moment, and slowly turned his head to look to the side. He saw that the seat was empty, with nothing there.

He adjusted his breathing slightly, stood up, walked out of the seats, and after leaving the corridor, he asked the assistant waiting there to say hello to Manager Huang, said that he would come again tomorrow, and then left.

When he got outside, it was still early in the morning and the sky was still dark. As he got on the car that was taking him back from the cinema, he suddenly felt that something was wrong.

I touched my body and found that some parts of my clothes were untied. I didn't know if it was an illusion. Looking at it in the light, it seemed to have faded a little. I was also thoughtful.

The information Cheng Zitong gave him did not mention that the position of the figure would change, and naturally there was no explanation or response to this situation.

What he was thinking about now was what caused this, was it because he led the alienated organization?

This is not impossible. If you say that this is the only thing he did, it is this. I think no one before him has ever tried this, but this is what he has to do. He cannot allow the alienated tissue to grow at will, and he must restrain it.

He thought again. It would take three days to eliminate this strange legend, but on the second day, it moved to his side. He had to wonder what would happen on the third day. Would it reunite with him? Or would it go somewhere else?

If so, how should we deal with it?

After I get back, I can ask Cheng Zitong about this. After all, this teacher has done in-depth research in this area.

After returning to school, he took a short nap and got up at around eight in the morning, washed up and prepared to go out. He originally planned to wear the coat he wore yesterday, but after taking it in his hand and touching it, he found that it was indeed a little worn out, but it was only the coat. The inner clothes and the watch he was wearing didn't seem to be affected.

He thought about it, changed his clothes, went out to a public phone and dialed a number.

After the call was connected, Cheng Zitong's voice came out: "Xiao Chuan, you're calling me at this time. Are you in trouble?"

Chen Chuanshuo said: "Teacher, I do have a question. This is what happened." He roughly described what happened to him a few hours ago.

After listening to this, Cheng Zitong thought for a moment and said, "It's not convenient to discuss this over the phone. Don't worry. I'll come to you at noon and give you a solution."

Chen Chuan said hello and hung up the phone.

He was not affected at all and continued with his daily training. At noon, Cheng Zitong came over and said to him, "Let's go eat first and talk while we eat."

Chen Chuan knew that he had a lot of things to do recently and was very busy, so he needed to make use of his meal time. So he followed Cheng Zitong. The two of them came to the teacher's box in the cafeteria. After sitting down and ordering the dishes, Cheng Zitong asked for some details, thought for a moment, and then said:

"I've never heard of a change in position before. Your situation is quite unique, but it may be related to your guidance of the alienated organization.

Judging from past records, whether in ancient books or modern records, fighters like us are the ones most likely to see strange stories. There seems to be a natural attraction between the two.

Of course, ordinary people who see strange stories either don't survive or, if they do, don't leave their names behind, so we can't make arbitrary judgments based on this. Now, regarding your question, do you think this figure might move again next time, or even come to your exact location?"

Chen Chuan said: "The students did imagine this outcome."

Cheng Zitong said, "The simplest solution is to simply give up the commission. Phantom stories like the cinema ghost are fixed to a certain area. As long as you leave there, there's basically no danger. At most, someone might get sick or become mentally unstable for a period of time."

"Teacher, if the students choose to leave, then this strange story will remain there forever, right?"

"Yes, and possibly even more dangerous than before."

Chen Chuan looked up and said, "I'm not ready to give up. Teacher, is there any other way?"

Cheng Zitong smiled and said, "I knew you wouldn't. In fact, the simplest way is to close your eyes. Because the most taboo here is to see the face of the ghost. Avoiding this can avoid most of the dangers. However, considering the special circumstances, it is indeed not safe enough. There is something that can help you."

He reached for the briefcase and pulled out an antique mirror, its surface so rusted it was almost invisible. He said, "This is a relic from a strange story. Take it with you tonight and place it in the row behind you. Remember, it must be directly behind you."

Chen Chuan took it and said, "Teacher, is this all that is needed?"

Cheng Zitong said: "That's all you need. Although I haven't encountered your situation, I've been studying ghost stories for so many years, so I have some ways to deal with it. Otherwise, I wouldn't have asked you to take the commission.

But you have to know that this kind of thing is hardly completely problem-free, nor does it mean there aren't other solutions. You can pay attention to it yourself. Ghost stories are extremely harmful to ordinary people and can easily kill them. We fighters are relatively more resilient. This one isn't the most dangerous, so I believe you can handle it."

Chen Chuan nodded and said, "Thank you, teacher."

Cheng Zitong smiled and said, "Let's eat first."

After eating here, Chen Chuan returned to the dormitory and started training again.

At six o'clock in the evening, after making some preparations, he took his bag and went out with a knife.

The cinema's car arrived on time and took him all the way to the Lanxiang Cinema. Now he was familiar with the way. He said hello to Manager Huang's assistant and went straight to the theater.

After arriving here, he first took off the shoulder bag he was carrying and hung it outside the door, then took out the mirror from inside, walked to the middle of the seats, opened the wooden legs behind the mirror frame, and placed it directly on the back seat.

After doing all this, I came to the front, sat down and started watching the movie.

This place is worthy of being the largest cinema in the south of the city. It has a wide selection of films. Today, they have shown many movies he has never seen. This time, they are foreign movies, which can give him a glimpse of other parts of the world.

As the movie played, time gradually approached midnight.

He didn't wear a watch this time, so he couldn't observe the time accurately, so he just waited silently.

It seemed like a long time later, and very abruptly, the big screen flickered, and he seemed to feel a chill. Almost at the same time, the signs of the second me becoming empty suddenly appeared.

However, he did not see that figure, and it seemed that he was not sitting in the seat next to him. If the ancient mirror was working, the ghost should be sitting behind him now.

Chen Chuan looked at the second me. The signs of emptiness there had exceeded the effectiveness of the medicine. Even without using the breathing method, he could feel that the alienated tissue had become abnormally active. Under this strong stimulation, the alienated tissue was growing and spreading continuously, even more intense than the last time.

He was mentally prepared for this, so he closed his eyes and used Professor He Xiaoxing's breathing method to guide it and prevent it from expanding wantonly.

During this process, he also discovered that the signs of emptiness not only did not weaken, but were gradually deepening. This sign indicated that the strange story seemed to be gradually approaching him, and it was even possible that it would really overlap with him in the end. However, he was unmoved and immersed himself in the guidance.

This went on for a long time. At four in the morning, all of a sudden, whether it was the signs of weakness on the body or the chill, all the abnormalities suddenly disappeared. It was not known whether it was a coincidence or a malfunction, and the movie playing on the big screen also stopped abruptly.

Chen Chuan waited for a while before slowly opening his eyes, standing up, reaching out to grope around next to him, and found the flashlight placed there. After turning it on, he shook it twice, walked out, came to the back row, and put away the ancient mirror.

But just as he was about to leave, he suddenly realized something. He shone the flashlight twice, reached out and fumbled around, and took out an old, dusty photo from the gap between the backrest and the seat cushion.

He shone the flashlight again. The photo was about two inches in size and seemed to be of a woman. Because the photo was old and yellowed, the face was not very clear. He could only vaguely see that she had a slim figure, with thin hair hanging down to her ankles, and she was wearing what seemed to be an old costume.

He thought for a moment, put the thing away, walked out, and said something to Manager Huang's assistant, who hurried out. Not long after, Manager Huang ran over breathlessly. He wiped the sweat off his face with a handkerchief and said expectantly, "Mr. Chen?"

Chen Chuan said to him: "Manager Huang, the matter has been resolved."

Manager Huang was overjoyed. He came over, grabbed his hand, and shook it continuously. "Thank you, Mr. Chen. Thank you, Mr. Chen. You have helped us a lot."

Chen Chuan said, "Manager Huang, you're too polite. I came here to deal with this matter."

"Thank you so much. We've approached many people before, but they either couldn't get the job done or simply couldn't come up with a solution. Mr. Chen is truly an expert, and he solved the problem with just one move."

Manager Huang's face was filled with gratitude. "From now on, Mr. Chen will be our Lanxiang Cinema's VIP guest. As long as Mr. Chen comes, we will definitely do our best to entertain him."

Chen Chuan thought for a moment, then pulled out the old photo and showed it to him. "Manager Huang, I have a question for you. Do you recognize the person in this photo?"

Manager Huang came over to take a look and shook his head, but then he seemed to remember something and said, "Mr. Chen, wait a minute, maybe someone recognizes it, but can I borrow the photo?"

"Can."

Chen Chuan handed over the photo.

Manager Huang asked his assistant to greet Chen Chuan while he ran out with the photo. After waiting for about ten minutes, he came back panting. After catching his breath, he said, "Mr. Chen, I've found out that the person in the photo is wearing an old theater costume. They must be an actor from a former troupe."

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(End of this chapter)