Chapter 73: Serial Killing Gang Suffers Serial Killings (8) “You…
Bai Ma, who was participating in the "Become a Ghost and Scare People Mission" for the first time, asked enthusiastically: "Is there anything I can do to help?"
Si Ling smiled and said, "Probably not. Just watch for now. Next time you'll be able to design a copy on your own like Ah Zhui did."
"Okay." Bai Ma accepted it happily.
A few steps away, Aurelio squatted down in front of Isaac. He squinted his eyes and smiled, then reached out and touched Isaac's head kindly. "Isaac, everyone makes mistakes, but pretending to be stupid after making a mistake is not a good idea."
"W-what..." Isaac quickly fell into a subtle trance under the other person's gaze.
A moment ago, he had clearly felt himself transforming into a seven or eight-year-old. Because the experience was so clear, he didn't fully grasp the feeling, instead realizing it was the work of the unknown creatures in the house. The appearance of the strange man further reinforced this understanding, and instead of feeling overly frightened, he felt a surge of interest. He planned to continue his battle of wits and courage with these supernatural beings, eager to see what they were up to, and he didn't believe he would lose.
But now, in a strange trance, he felt that he had really turned into a child of seven or eight years old. The man in front of him... Although Isaac knew very well that this was a completely unfamiliar face, a sense of familiarity came over him, and he inexplicably felt that the other party was very "kind".
Isaac panicked, trying hard to maintain a clear mind. He said coldly and cautiously, "What are you talking about? Who are you? Get out of my house!"
Si Ling raised an eyebrow at this, pondered for a moment, and told Bai Ma: "I've changed my mind. There's something you can help with."
"What?" Bai Ma's expression was clearly filled with excitement. Si Ling thought for a moment and told A Zhui, "Take the three of them with you. Go outside the house first, then manifest and knock on the door, pretending to be friends visiting Aurelio."
"That's it?" Bai Ma was curious but puzzled. He turned to look at "Aurelio" and asked seriously, "Don't you have to write the lines first? You have to coordinate with the paper figurine, right?"
"No need." Si Ling smiled. "The paper mannequin is smarter than you think. If you really can't catch up, I'm here for you."
"It's really interesting." Bai Ma nodded, and A Zhu, Bai Ma, Li Qi and Zhu Mengwei floated out of the villa together. Soon, the doorbell rang.
"I hope you can be brave enough to admit your mistakes." Aurelio squatted in front of Isaac and spoke to him with the patience of an elder. The doorbell rang. Aurelio turned and looked in the direction of the door, then turned back to Isaac and said, "Okay, we'll talk later."
He paused, then his smile became meaningful: "If you still have this attitude, we may have to change the way we talk."
"What did you say..." Isaac obviously wanted to ask more, but "Aurelio" didn't wait for him to say anything and got up to open the door.
In a faint dizziness, Isaac fell into a deeper trance: Who is he? Who is he! He didn't know him, he didn't know him... No, he knew him, he knew him...
He was just running away from a mistake, so he pretended not to know him...
Who is he? Who is he...
Isaac held his forehead in pain. A few steps away, Xuan Chi raised his eyebrows and looked at Si Ling.
She slowly raised her right hand, twirling her fingers to cast a spell. This kind of mind-disrupting spell was something demons were particularly adept at, and fierce ghosts had no advantage in practicing it. Even with thirty thousand years of cultivation, she couldn't have caused Isaac to slip into his altered memories without him realizing it...
But looking at her smiling expression, she seems to be very satisfied with the current situation?
"Ahem." Xuan Chi coughed lightly, "Can I ask about your plans?"
He glanced at the bewildered childhood version of Isaac standing in the middle of the living room. "I know you don't like gory violence, but this..." He hesitated. "It doesn't look like Chinese horror, does it?"
...Strictly speaking, Hyun Chi doesn't have any horror atmosphere. It has neither classic horror elements like ghost marriage, nor psychological designs like the regular ghost stories.
"Tsk, noble ancient beast." Si Ling smiled playfully, "You have been sealed for too long. You have no idea what has happened in the human world of Porcelain Country."
Xuan Chi frowned in confusion: "What do you mean?"
Si Ling said quietly, "For many people in the three East Asian countries, the four words 'original family' are a horror movie in themselves."
"...So?" Xuan Chi looked at Isaac and thought: He is a gay, not an Asian, what does this have to do with him?
"So even a ghost like me, after watching so many things, is very sensitive to this kind of thing." Si Ling shrugged. "Just now, when I was rescuing Aurelio, I accidentally discovered that Isaac might have psychological trauma from his original family. Later, I further verified this idea by searching for clues everywhere."
Hyun Chi didn't interrupt and listened to her patiently.
Si Ling stared at Isaac and said, "The information Lucifer provided is a bit one-sided. Constant rejection by women during their sexual relationships may be one of the reasons why Isaac became an incel, but it's only the last link. The real reason is far before that."
"Oh, Mr. Aurelio, good morning." The door opened and Azhu, who came to "visit", walked in first and greeted "Aurelio" enthusiastically.
"Good morning, please come in, here are the slippers." The paper man version of Aurelio greeted the guests with ease.
Xuan Chi watched him from afar and continued to ask Si Ling, "But why did you choose a male elder? As an incel, he hates women more anyway."
"I originally thought so," Si Ling said thoughtfully. "But while searching for clues, I saw two photos in his collection that showed female relatives, but his father was nowhere to be seen. So I guess most of the psychological trauma was caused by his father. As for what ultimately led him to become an incel, that's the missing link, and I'm curious about the reason."
"Isaac, come out and greet the guests!" Aurelio shouted to Isaac outside. Isaac, who was not far away, shuddered as if he had been electrocuted and ran to the door without thinking.
"It's quite risky." Xuan Chi took a deep breath and crossed his arms thoughtfully. "I don't think Isaac's father would look like Aurelio. Choosing Aurelio's face might be a reminder to him that it's fake."
"That's why I said you've been sealed for too long." Si Ling turned his head and looked at him with a half-smile. "If you have been observing human affairs for the past few thousand years, you will find that these parents are all cast in the same mold. Their images are so classic that even if most Chinese people have never experienced it themselves, they can immediately imagine a full-fledged character when talking about this topic. So what he looks like is not important. What matters is that he is Isaac's inner demon - you were worried before that the perverted killer couldn't understand the fear of ordinary people, but if you can grasp their own inner demons, I think they will still be afraid."
——Before the plan was put into practice, this was just Si Ling’s idea, but now looking at Isaac’s reaction, she should have guessed right.
"Aurelio" and the "guests" exchanged pleasantries while returning to the living room. Several people sat down on the sofa. Isaac sat very quietly on the side. Many children would feel a little awkward when there were guests at home, but Isaac was still a little too quiet. It seemed as if he was deliberately trying to reduce his presence. He was completely different from the way he looked just now, with his eyes full of brilliance, searching for ghosts.
Aurelio quickly called out, "Isaac, make tea for the guests, quick!"
"Oh..." Isaac jumped up from the sofa as if a switch was flipped and ran into the kitchen.
Seeing this, Xuan Chi smiled complicatedly and said, "It really works..."
Si Ling shrugged: "It's really not difficult to create this kind of parent."
When there are guests at home, parents are eager to make their children behave well and politely, thereby proving to others and themselves that they are successful parents. Therefore, regardless of the usual parent-child relationship, children must be respectful, well-mannered, and even versatile at this time.
Si Ling has seen this kind of scene many times in the past few thousand years.
So when Isaac returned to the living room with the brewed tea, Aurelio looked smug amid the guests' praise. He modestly said, "He doesn't do any housework at all, he just studies hard." He then quickly made a new request to his son: "Your mother told you that you've learned some talents recently? Come on, show them to your friends."
Unaware of Isaac's specific "talent," Si Ling left this statement rather vague. The real point was to have the paper figurine casually mention "mother," further exploring Isaac's relationship with his female relatives.
"Mom?!" Isaac, who had just sat down, suddenly jumped off the sofa and stared at Aurelio and asked, "Have you contacted Mom?!"
This sentence made Si Ling realize that Isaac was completely involved. Under the dual effects of magic and atmosphere, he had subconsciously come to believe that the "Aurelio" in front of him was his father.
But at the same time, for the paper man, this question is beyond the scope.
Si Ling immediately possessed the paper figurine, pondering Isaac's words, his eyes showing displeasure: "Did you hear what I said?"
"I..." Isaac's expression tensed, and he opened his mouth. He lowered his head and walked out of the living room, "I'll go get my guitar."
Si Ling secretly breathed a sigh of relief, pinched his fingers and cast a spell, and before Isaac returned to his room, a guitar appeared in the room.
Zhu Mengwei suddenly stood up: "Excuse me, I need to go to the bathroom."
Si Ling raised his eyes and glanced over, seeing that Zhu Mengwei's expression was obviously unnatural, he broke away from the paper man and followed her. When he floated into the bathroom, he saw Zhu Mengwei holding onto the sink and retching.
"What's wrong?" Si Ling was a little surprised and hurried forward to pat her on the back.
Zhu Mengwei vomited several more times before she felt better. She turned around and looked at Si Ling, "That's too typical, sister..." She pointed in the direction of the living room, her face full of resentment, "Our family is like that. I'm especially familiar with the group that serves tea and water to guests and performs a show... No, why would I have to watch this even if I'm dead?!"
"I'm so sorry..." Si Ling was at a loss for words. He continued to pat Zhu Mengwei's back with an apologetic and compassionate look. "Take it easy first. How about you help me scare people? I think you know more than me."
"..." Zhu Mengwei stared at her in anger, "Are you human?"
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