It turns out that Chao Youye, who has the same name and surname as him, is an unlucky man. His father was in a car accident, his mother was bedridden for a long time, he had an ignorant brother, and he was a broken man.
The original owner was attending high school while earning money to support the family...Chao Youye calmly accepted the original owner's life experience and memories.
He looked at his work ID carefully, and saw the words "Ghost @ Haunted House" written on it. If he flipped inside, he could find other information such as the room number.
After successfully applying for the job, he quickly got into work mode [playing the role of NPC]. He didn't even need to make any moves. Just standing there could scare away many tourists who came to play. When it was time to get off work, he would leave on his own.
"Baby, it's so dark here, I'm so scared-----" The girl trembled and grabbed the boy's clothes with her hands.
"Don't be afraid, I will protect you."
The boy comforted her, patting the girl on the back, and the two continued walking forward.
The girl's sneakers slipped in the puddles, her nails nearly digging into her boyfriend's sweatshirt. "How about we go around to Area A? I heard there's a cute ghost lady over there..."
"What are you afraid of?" the boy said, his voice trembling but he forced himself to speak. He ran his fingers over the metal handle of the refrigerator. "I'll buy you a strawberry daifuku when we get out..."
Before he could finish his words, he suddenly felt a cold touch on the back of his neck - its fingertips were curled into eagle claws, dark purple oil paint was condensed between the nails, and it was hanging on the skin of his neck half an inch away.
The boy's Adam's apple rolled violently, veins on the sides of his neck bulged, and he suddenly let out a broken scream. He shook off his girlfriend and ran in the opposite direction, his sneakers making a harsh sound as they dragged on the ground.
The girl stood there, watching her boyfriend knock over the prop skeleton frame and his helmet roll to Ye Qingliu's feet.
She took out her phone and shone it at his face. The moment the flash went off, Ye Qingliu deliberately tilted the corner of his mouth, letting fake blood drip down his chin onto his collarbone. "Miss, do you want to visit a real morgue?"
The girl's pupils suddenly contracted, and as she backed away, she tripped over the fake corpse behind her, and her cell phone fell into the gap of the morgue.
When Ye Qingliu removed his ghost-faced, fang-toothed prop, the ends of his hair were still dripping with dry ice mist, the mist used to create the haunting effect. Mu Xinrong leaned against the iron gate of the employee passageway, laughing until tears streamed down her face. "That shoulder-touching move you used from behind was three times more effective than last week's headless ghost move."
He shook the tablet in his hand, and the "Fear Value Collection Progress" on the mission system interface jumped to 87%. "That kid's scream just now almost shattered the voice-activated light."
The neon light at the exit of the haunted house flickered, and only half of the T in "EXIT" was left with a red light.
The couple's quarreling voices echoed through the ticket gate: "You actually left me to the NPC!"
"That thing isn't even human! Its eyes move!"
Ye Qingliu walked over, wiping the blood off his face, when he heard the girl's voice suddenly rise: "Break up! If you can't even protect me in a haunted house, what else can I expect?"
"Let's split up! Who's afraid of who?!"
"I don't believe you can find someone better than me!!"
"There are so many men better than you. What kind of man is it to leave your girlfriend alone in a haunted house?"
"Are men no longer human? They would be afraid too."
The two of them ate melon in silence and finally left quietly.
In the next few days, Chao Youye worked hard and accumulated points.
As he intimidated more people than expected throughout the day, he also gained a lot of points. He had a feeling that there was a familiar aura lingering around him.
(midnight)
At two in the morning, in Room 405 of the staff dormitory, the springs of the iron bed protested as she turned over. Chao Youye stared at the swaying tree shadows on the ceiling, her nose still lingering with the musty smell of the haunted house and the chemical aroma of cheap blood plasma.
My phone suddenly vibrated, and the red exclamation point in the work group chat was particularly glaring: [@All members Xiao Zhang from Room 309 was just carried out! He said he saw a face in the locker!]
The message was followed by a dozen unread messages. Chao Youye swiped the screen and saw the latest one from Butterfly Sister in Area A: [This is hilarious! Last week you said you saw yourself smiling in the mirror.]
He scrolled down and saw the [?] he had replied to at three in the morning. He remembered that when he passed by Room 309 after work last night, he had indeed heard the sound of metal clanging inside. The emergency exit light at the end of the corridor flickered on and off, cutting his shadow into light and dark.
A sudden chill ran down the back of his neck, as if someone were staring at him through the mosquito net. Chao Youye held his breath as he heard the sound of slippers dragging down the corridor—click, click, and then stopping at the door of Room 405. The metal ring on the door handle swung gently, making an inaudible click.
He counted his heartbeats until the footsteps turned towards the stairwell, then he dared to reach for the flashlight under his pillow.
My phone vibrated again, this time from a private message: [Brother Chao, I saw on the surveillance camera that the freezer in the morgue in Area B is open.] The sender was a new intern, and his profile picture was still the pumpkin head sticker he'd given out when the haunted house opened.
Just as Chao Youye was about to reply, a white shadow suddenly passed by the window - it was not the shadow of a tree, but the outline of a real person. When the hem of her skirt swept across the windowsill, it brought with it the scent of rotten flowers.
He sat up suddenly, and the bed frame creaked loudly. Muffled sobs came from the corridor, like a deserted bride looking for her groom, and mixed with the sound of metal scraping, like someone prying coffin nails.
Chao Youye touched the work ID card on the bedside. The plastic cover became slippery in the cold sweat. The work number "407" suddenly seeped out dark red liquid, which formed the shape of the word "death" in the moonlight.
The clock in the distance struck three times, and the sound was mixed with the crisp sound of broken glass.
Chao Youye recalled the scene in the morgue during the day, the refrigerator No. 13 that could never be closed, with small words written in red paint on the inside of the door: "Who's next?"
At this moment, he heard the cabinet door slowly opening downstairs, and the metal rollers rolled over the dusty ground, making a hungry groan.
The phone screen lit up, and there were 99+ new messages in the work group: [Help! Someone is knocking on my window!] [My dressing mirror is cracked!] [The ceiling is dripping...] Chao Youye suppressed her pounding heart and saw her own trembling fingers typing on the screen: [Lock the door, don't make a sound].
The moment I pressed send, I heard the sound of fingernails scratching at the ceiling above me, as if something were coming down the ventilation duct, carrying with it the smell of damp earth and the faint sound of a nursery rhyme: "Searching for a friend, I found a little wooden puppet, cut off its head and used it as a ball..."
He suddenly remembered that in the original owner's memory, his mother always said that there were a pair of eyes on the ceiling of the ward when she was hospitalized.
At this moment, the light bulb in the dormitory was crackling. In the moment before it went out, Chao Youye saw the closet door slowly open. A mud-stained white coat was hanging inside. On the work ID card pinned on the left chest, the work number was "407", and the face in the photo was giving him a bloody smile.
There were rustling footsteps at the door, intermittent sobbing sounds from a woman in the corridor, and the sound of the clock hand stopping at a certain quarter of an hour... which woke up those who should have been asleep...
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