Luo Wenxin repeated what she had just said to Mingzhuo to everyone.
Qiao Song's face immediately turned pale, and he felt goosebumps rising all over his body. "No way, there really is something wrong with this stairwell."
The place where the group met was right on the 7th floor corridor.
Even if a horrific murder had occurred back then, more than a decade has passed, the walls have long been repainted, and there is nothing unusual to be seen.
The yin energy here is not the heaviest.
Mingzhuo: "Now that you've all seen it, let's take the elevator to the eleventh floor and meet up with everyone."
To get to the elevator, they would have to walk through the entire floor.
The vacancy rate on the seventh floor is quite high; the company where two people died must have gone bankrupt long ago.
Several people, each carrying a flashlight, walked through the offices.
This time, Cheng Jingru walked in front, while Ming Zhuo lagged behind by half a step, walking at the very back.
As Cheng Jingru passed an office, she suddenly stopped and frowned as she stared inside.
Qiao Song walked to her side and subconsciously asked, "Junior Sister, what's wrong? Ah!"
He turned his head and saw two people vaguely standing in the opposite office, which startled him.
Only when the flashlight shone on me did I realize that I had overreacted.
This place is probably a photo studio. The reception area is directly opposite the glass door, and the wall is covered with photos, which are obviously all customer photos.
There are wedding photos, family photos, and individual artistic photos.
What startled Qiao Song were the two life-sized standees placed right at the entrance, which at first glance looked like someone standing in the dark.
Qiao Song was a little embarrassed. "I misread it. I'm sorry."
Mingzhuo stared at the photo wall inside for a few moments, then turned to look at where Cheng Jingru was looking.
This was a dance studio, with three walls made of mirrors, and Cheng Jingru was staring at the mirrors.
Before she entered the industry, she encountered a ghost hiding in a mirror during an audition. She could have smoothly entered the entertainment industry, but that incident ruined her chances.
Therefore, I instinctively felt that mirrors were not good things, but rather a gateway to another world.
The others also subconsciously looked in the mirror, but no one paid any attention to Qiao Song.
Mingzhuo chimed in, "It's nothing, it's the uncanny valley effect, it's normal."
Qiao Song asked, puzzled, "What is the uncanny valley effect?"
Luo Wenxin continued, "It means that people's liking for non-human beings increases as the similarity between the non-human being and the human increases; but when this similarity reaches a certain limit, people's feelings will change from liking to disgust and fear; until this similarity reaches a very, very high level, people's liking will return."
Qiao Song thought for a moment, "I don't quite understand."
Mingzhuo: "For example, if a parrot can talk like a human, wouldn't you think it's cute? But what if this parrot can not only talk but also has a human face? Would you still like it?"
Qiao Song immediately felt a chill run down his spine and honestly shook his head: "I find it very scary!"
Mingzhuo: "From a metaphysical perspective, the more an object resembles a human, the more likely it is to become a host for ghosts and monsters, such as the dolls commonly seen in horror movies."
Qiao Song felt goosebumps rising on his skin. "Master Ruan, I understand!"
Cheng Jingru pursed her lips and remained silent.
"Let's go." After a moment, Mingzhuo took the initiative to speak.
It's pitch black everywhere, and staring at yourself in the mirror for too long can make you feel uneasy.
There was only one dance studio, and it wasn't very big. We quickly passed through that area. The photo studio, on the other hand, was quite large, with its glass walls extending all the way forward.
The owner probably wanted to create an advertising effect, so he pasted a lot of artistic photos on the glass wall, and everyone in the photos was smiling sincerely and brightly.
As the lights and footsteps faded into the distance, no one noticed that the people in the photo had come to move.
The smiles on their faces gradually turned eerie, and they stiffly moved their limbs, as if trying to step out of the photograph and quietly follow the group of people.
But soon, the eerie smiles on their faces vanished, and they stared in horror at the glass door.
Someone had left a yellow talisman on it, a bright spot in the darkness.
After their initial fear came anger; how could a mere talisman possibly harm them?
They stepped down from the photograph, their hand shadows growing longer and longer, but the moment they touched the door, they hissed and turned into wisps of black smoke, disappearing without a trace.
Qiao Song couldn't help but turn around and look. "Master Ruan, have you heard any strange noises?"
Mingzhuo remained calm: "No."
Qiao Song was a little confused. Had he misheard?
He looked into the dark corridor and felt as if countless eyes were watching him from the darkness. "Something's not right here. We need to be careful."
Mingzhuo smiled but didn't say anything, but his pace remained unhurried.
Cheng Jingru, who was walking at the front, turned around and glanced at Ming Zhuo at the back, feeling inexplicably irritated.
She had a strange intuition that something bad would happen if she stayed on this floor.
Why is Mingzhuo walking so slowly, making others wait? Isn't she afraid of slowing down Professor Luo?
As Mingzhuo walked, he placed a talisman between the photos.
Luo Wenxin had been waiting for Mingzhuo, and seeing her actions, she was somewhat puzzled, "What are you doing?"
Mingzhuo: "I'm here to be an advisor, not to fight for someone else, so it's better to avoid trouble."
Luo asked, "What do you mean?"
Mingzhuo looked up at the family photo in front of him and said, "It means, behave yourself and don't move. Anyone who dares to move will be annihilated."
Luo Wenxin: "..."
I don't quite understand.
And was it just his imagination? He felt that the smiles of the family in the photo stiffened for a moment, and their eyes looked terrified, weak, pitiful, and helpless!
The flashlight beam flickered, and when Luo Wenxin looked closer, she saw that the family was still smiling happily and brightly.
So he must have been seeing things. It's strange that he would even have such a thought.
Luo Wenxin smiled and shook her head, feeling as if the eerie and terrifying aura had instantly dissipated.
A group of people walked through the corridor and found the direction of the elevator.
"Great, let's go up quickly." Qiao Song was very happy, finally he could leave this awful place.
No one noticed that the photos on the wall were missing a groom in the wedding photos and two elderly people in the family portraits.
The remaining people in the photo are still smiling happily, as if nothing had just happened.
——
When the elevator arrived at the eleventh floor, it was quite noisy inside.
"I just saw Xiaxia! She's in the bathroom!" A straight-haired girl hugged her shoulders and trembled.
Her companion, a girl with a shark clip, was calmly patting her back to comfort her.
There was a tall, thin man standing next to him, his head down, seemingly lost in thought.
On the slender ankle of the straight-haired girl, there was a black handprint, surrounded by eerie energy, clearly indicating that she had seen a ghost.
Xia Xia's real name is Xia Wei, the female employee who committed suicide, as mentioned by Song Chongwen. Sure enough, she has appeared again.
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