☆、49 Dolls' performance
Ever since the destruction of Phase II of the Haunted House, Yu Jiuyin had redesigned it. He'd removed the original dormitory setting and replaced it with trapdoors and wallpaper that would work with most any setting. As for the props and furnishings, he'd instructed the third child to arrange them according to the doll's needs.
The ghost doll is thoughtful and loves to play. Yu Jiuyin has always doted on his own child and lets him do whatever he wants as long as he doesn't cross the line.
The original boys' dormitory was scary enough, and now the portal has made it even more difficult to pass.
A maximum of six people could enter at a time. But after passing through the initial passage, each of these six people could enter a different scene after opening the door. The one in Jue Hu Village was considered simple. You never know what awaits you once you enter.
Just like that, six men in black entered the haunted house.
"It looks like any other haunted house."
"Don't worry about that. The important thing is to find what the boss wants first."
"But is there really one here? It's so dark that I can't see anything clearly."
"Whether it's there or not, we have to look for it carefully. I checked before, and behind the second phase of the haunted house are the offices and residences. The magic tool that brings good fortune and wealth must be in these two places. Time is running out, and if we don't find it, none of us will survive."
As they spoke, the six people's expressions grew increasingly gloomy. In fact, the Wang family had been targeting Yu Jiuyin's haunted house since its fame began to rise. However, they felt it was unnecessary at the time, so they didn't take action.
As for the group's previous scouting of the museum, one reason was to try their luck and see where Yu Jiuyin's magic tool for attracting wealth was hidden, and the other was to see how many people Yu Jiuyin had under his wing. They unexpectedly discovered five Heavenly Masters alone. Shi Yang, in particular, was the most terrifying.
The ancestral demon-exorcism artifact Shi Yang carried with him would instinctively scare them. Furthermore, museums were places where wealthy people would try their luck at fortune-telling and reading, so they couldn't find the method Yu Jiuyin used to gather Qi and attract wealth.
Now that I have entered the haunted house, I also want to check it out in person. But I never expected that after entering the haunted house, I would have a completely different feeling.
"Do you think this place is a little strange?" Walking in the dim corridor, the six people felt a chill running down their spines. More importantly, there seemed to be some unusual, restless element in the air, giving them an inexplicable fear.
It wasn't out of fear of ghosts and gods, but simply the oppression of a superior. It was like a beast in the wild encountering a deadly hunter.
"Don't worry about it. Maybe it's a special way to attract attention in a haunted house."
"Well, let's go in and take a look. Actually, that museum is quite strange. After all, Yu Jiuyin is quite capable."
As the six people talked, they walked in and simultaneously took out a small bell in their hands.
This was also a spirit-calling bell, but different from Yu Jiuyin's. Yu Jiuyin's was a life-saving magical instrument that he had nurtured for many years, while the ones these people had were just mass-produced items that could only be used to simply verify whether there was any ghost energy.
But this alone proves that they are not ordinary tourists, but come with a purpose.
"Is he also a Heavenly Master?" In the monitoring room, Lao San and Xu Wang looked at each other and became very alert.
"Go call Brother Yu and ask him how long it will take for him to return. I'll have the eldest and second oldest evacuate everyone else first, and then call the police."
"Well, let's split up." Xu Wang and the third brother discussed it, and then each went about their own business. However, the ghost doll in the haunted house also began his performance diligently. After all, the ghost doll regarded the haunted house as his home, and if someone tried to make trouble, he would definitely not let them go easily.
As for now, the six black-clad bodyguards in the haunted house finally walked to the trapdoor.
"This place is so strange." The two people in the front pushed open the trapdoor and found themselves in a small Japanese-style room. The ceiling was so low that they had to lower their heads to walk.
"What the hell, he can't even stand up straight!" The tallest one was very anxious. The other one, who was slightly shorter, was also very uncomfortable.
He found the structure of this Japanese-style room truly bizarre. The walls were all wooden, and they felt solid when knocked on. Inside, there was nothing but a bed and a low table. It reminded him of some unpleasant setting, like the burial chamber of a large mausoleum.
Once the feeling of "find a way to get out quickly" arises, it is difficult to suppress it.
"What is this?" The two searched the room for a long time, and finally found a clue on the table. There seemed to be a few lines of small words engraved on it.
The light in the room was too dim and they had to get closer to see clearly.
Wanna play a game?
At three o'clock in the morning, make a doll out of blood and clay, then put your own name on the doll, tie a red string on the left hand, go under the tree at three o'clock, light a candle, stab its body with a sharp weapon, say the doll's name and then say revenge three times, and finally turn your back to the doll for thirty seconds, and your enemy will die.
Do you dare to come and play?
The black and red handwriting is densely packed, becoming increasingly compact and the font becoming crazier towards the end, giving people a very strange feeling.
"Do you think this looks like real blood?" One of the two men lowered his head and smelled it. The faint fishy smell made his back feel cold.
The other one was relatively calm. He checked the table and found the materials for making dolls in the drawer on the far right.
"What are you doing?" his companion asked nervously.
"This is a haunted house, right? I think making this doll is a necessary condition for passing the level. Let's do it, the two of us should be able to make one." As he said, he casually mixed the clay with water in the drawer and made one without much effort.
"Naming is troublesome, why not just write your own name?"
"Don't make a fuss, this thing looks weird."
"It's just a pile of clay." The man said it easily and wrote his name on it casually.
However, at the moment the red string was tied, the man suddenly realized that the doll in his hand seemed to have temperature, and even its appearance had changed a little.
"It's interesting to be mysterious." The man picked up the knife from the drawer and walked out with the doll, saying to his companion, "If you're scared, wait here for me. I'll come back and call you when I find the exit."
However, when he turned around, he nearly frightened his companion to death. To his horror, he discovered that the man's face had inexplicably changed, his features becoming completely symmetrical, revealing an indescribable evil and strangeness. Even stranger, the puppet in his hand had suddenly come to life, grinning at him with a sinister smile.
"No, wait, don't go!" His companion sensed something was wrong and took two quick steps to try to stop him. But when he arrived, he saw the man kneeling under a tree, raising his knife and slashing his own neck with such force that the pale cervical vertebrae were exposed.
The bright red blood just flowed all over his body.
The companion swallowed his saliva and took a step back subconsciously. But at this moment, someone suddenly whispered in his ear, "Why don't you play games with us?"
"Who would really play this kind of game?" The companion was about to refute, but suddenly realized that there were only the two of them here, so where did the third person come from?
He wanted to turn back in fear, but it was too late. He found that he could not control his hands, and at the same time, a stiff man hugged him from behind, guiding his hands to help him make the doll.
The man's hands were deft, and the puppet he created was incredibly lifelike. Strange eyes, a pale face, and perfectly symmetrical features. Every detail was fine, but when combined, it became a deadly reminder of death.
"No, no." He finally broke down and shook the ghost-summoning bell in his hand frantically, but the ghost was completely out of control.
"No, no, I won't go," he cried in despair, watching the ghost push himself step by step to the big tree outside, and then put the doll at the roots of the tree.
I can't go on like this. I'm going to die. I'm going to die.
"Ah!" the man screamed, then he raised the knife and slashed his neck fiercely. The severe pain made him completely lose consciousness.
The two people who had entered the next room were not much luckier. They pushed open the trapdoor and found themselves in an ordinary bachelor apartment.
Plaid curtains, simple but not cozy table and chairs. The time is set to night, and apart from a small night light, only the computer on the desk is still on.
"What is this?" The two men couldn't understand, and they couldn't find the exit. They could only check other places. The atmosphere in this room was very strange, and they subconsciously didn't want to stay any longer.
Finally, after searching around, they found nothing except some items that a single man would need for normal life.
In the end, they could only check the computer. They turned on the computer without a password and entered the page, but found that there was nothing inside, only a folder marked with the chat history.
"What is this?" One of them opened it curiously, but the moment he clicked it, the bloody photo that came into his sight scared him.
"Fuck!" Even the bravest of people couldn't help but scream. After a quick look, they realized it was a group similar to a suicide group.
The people inside were willing to do almost anything. They played all sorts of spirit-calling games, and those dangerous operations, self-harm being the simplest means.
The protagonist of this apartment is a rather timid and cowardly person. After being bullied so much, he's starting to feel suicidal. But he doesn't dare to risk it like the others in the group, and he's afraid of getting hurt. So, he's constantly ridiculed.
After all, he didn't dare watch horror movies, play ghost games, or cut himself too hard with a knife. Sometimes, he even painted his wounds with red paint.
Of course, his behavior was soon discovered. How could these rebellious children allow a coward to be in their group?
They played a dirty game without making a sound. They lured the boy to meet them, went into his house, and made some arrangements. Then the nightmare really began.
The phone kept ringing in the middle of the night, the knocks on the door that never got an answer, and the ghost figure that always stood by his bed at three in the morning.
"On the first day, the ghost was still at the door."
"The next day, he took a step forward."
"On the third day, he came over to me and started talking to me."
"On the fourth day, he revealed his true identity. He had a dagger hidden behind his back. He wanted to take me away."
"On the fifth day, his face had already overlapped with mine. It was too late. I had no choice but to leave with him."
"On the sixth day, I will receive eternal life."
The chat record ends here. It is obvious that after the sixth day, the boy who had been tortured for a long time finally chose to commit suicide.
"Are these little brats crazy?" The two felt as if their bodies were icy cold as if a cold wind had blown through them. But then, a sudden noise in the room made them instinctively alert.
Are there any other employees in this room? One of them pulled out his gun. But then, the ringing of the spirit bell in his hand made him realize that this was not a human.
Behind the curtains, a dark shadow stood quietly. He seemed a little scared and was peeking at them through the gap in the curtains.
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There is a grocery store in an inconspicuous alley in Beijing, with a piece of paper posted on the door recruiting complaint handling specialists.
Lin Guoguo was shocked when she saw the application questions.
"The automatic answering pen only writes traditional Chinese characters, and it insists that one jin equals sixteen liang."
"This is the first time I've seen a car cry when it exceeds the speed limit of 60 miles per hour."
"The electronic scale you sell keeps nagging me about how fat it is and how it hurts its back."
Lin Guoguo tremblingly wrote down the solution: "Call 110"
Boss: "You've been accepted. Remember to call 110 and transfer the special items to the Jing Management Office."
Lin Guoguo
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