Chapter 14: Ghost Conjuring Game in the Alley on a Full Moon Night
[The anchor sister's expression looks very angry. ]
[Why did the anchor sister say that he wouldn't die if he didn't do something stupid? What did he do? ]
[Tsk, is this brother going to sleep in a graveyard just for excitement?]
Huo Ning shook his head, first glanced at the bullet screen, and then looked at Qi'an deeply.
"It's much more serious than seeking excitement and sleeping in a grave."
Qi'an couldn't control himself and broke down crying in front of the camera.
Now he lives in endless pain and fear every day. The tremendous mental torture has completely broken him down.
He doesn't want to die, he wants to live.
But living made him feel worse than death.
[Brother, you're crying like this all of a sudden. I'm really confused.]
【If you have any difficulties, just tell us. What if the host and everyone can help you? 】
[I am so tired of crying all the time. Can you be a little more manly? 】
[The person above should be more kind in what he said. What if something really happened? Who hasn't had an emotional breakdown? If it were you, you might not be stronger than him! ]
[You seem to be considerate, right? But what's the point of crying if you really encounter problems? Can crying solve the problem? ]
[Stop arguing, let's first ask this brother what happened! ]
[Why did the anchor say that he wouldn't die if he didn't commit suicide? 】
Qi'an stared at the camera with a distracted look.
The light behind him flickered faintly, and the room seemed to be shrouded in dark shadows, sometimes bright and sometimes dark.
Even through the screen, the audience can feel an extremely uncomfortable sense of depression and coldness.
Looking closely, there were all kinds of talismans pasted on the cabinets and tables in his room.
There was also a golden sword hanging from the beam.
In short, there are countless things that can ward off evil spirits and drive away ghosts.
This simply confused the netizens.
[Friend, what are you doing? Is your side job exorcising ghosts? ]
[Am I the only one who feels that this room makes people feel particularly uncomfortable? Is there something wrong? ]
[I think you are not alone upstairs, and I feel like there is more than one thing in this room! ]
Qi'an saw the two bullet screens and smiled bitterly.
"You are right. There is something in my room, and I won't live long."
[No, buddy, you are so young, don’t say such unlucky words! ]
[The host said before that you won't die if you don't commit suicide. Could it be that you brought all this upon yourself? Damn, what the hell did you do? ]
Qi'an scratched his hair in pain. Looking back, he felt that he was both arrogant and ridiculous at that time.
"I have been interested in metaphysics since I was a child, and I am particularly interested in horror movies. I have always wanted to know if there are really ghosts in this world, so I relied on my courage and did something that made me regret for the rest of my life."
"I played those ghost-summoning games that have been circulating on the Internet for a long time..."
The first game that Qi'an started to experiment with was on a full-moon night half a year ago. He appeared alone at the entrance of a dark, deserted and damp alley.
Walking and calling your own name.
It is said that when playing this game, at the thirteenth step, a shadow will appear on the ground.
One is for yourself.
The other one is a ghost.
In the dim and narrow alley, there was puddles of water on the ground, and the street lamps, covered with thick grease, emitted a dim light.
In the middle of winter, the sound of the wind howls like a baby crying.
As Qi'an walked, he called out his own name as described in the posts on the Internet.
One step, two steps, three steps...
When I finally took the thirteenth step, something suddenly flashed behind me.
At that moment, Qi'an's scalp went numb and all the hairs on his body stood up.
He turned his head sharply, only to vaguely see something that looked like a black cat disappearing around the corner.
"Fuck! I'm scared to death!"
"I thought it was something else, but it turns out to be a cat!"
He patted his chest, turned around cursing, and looked at the ground again. The moonlight cast a long shadow on him.
"Tsk, what second shadow? That's nonsense!"
He pressed himself against the corner of the wall nonchalantly, put his hands in his pockets, and walked through the alley towards his home without a care in the world.
"Actually, when I went home that day, I felt a chill on the back of my neck, as if someone was sticking to my neck and blowing air conditioning on me. At the time, I thought it was just because the weather was cold, so I didn't take it seriously."
After Qi'an finished recounting his first suicidal act, he smiled painfully and self-deprecatingly.
"Looking back now, I was really stupid."
[No, brother, is there a possibility that the weather was originally very cold? I don't believe in the so-called ghosts and gods, it is simply nonsense.]
[The brother above is still too young. I have been single for 35 years. I really want to see what a ghost looks like. I beg for a female ghost to come and see me. I want one that wears a red wedding dress and embroidered shoes. I don’t want one that doesn’t wear a wedding dress!]
[Click it accidentally, and the bad luck will go away! Prosperity, democracy, civilization, harmony, freedom, equality, justice and rule of law! ]
[I advise that netizen not to commit suicide. Even if you don’t believe it, you should still maintain a basic sense of awe. ]
[No, do you really believe that Qi'an has attracted a ghost in one go? If he is really that lucky, he would have made a fortune even if he bought lottery tickets!]
Huo Ning took a sip of the hot and sour noodles.
It’s sour and spicy, so delicious!
She swallowed the vermicelli, glanced at Qi'an, and filled in the details that he had not mentioned.
"When you got home that day, your black Labrador kept barking at you. Not only did you ignore it, you even kicked it."
"Then you wanted to take it to bed as usual, but it refused to enter your room and kept barking at you. That night, you slept very restlessly, but you didn't take it seriously the next day."
Qi'an smiled bitterly and nodded.
He didn't just take it seriously.
When he went to school the next day, he told this incident to his classmates as a joke.
Among his classmates, there are many brave ones who are interested in such metaphysical things.
Among them, Xiaopang and Ajun are the bravest.
Almost as soon as Qi'an finished speaking, the two of them enthusiastically expressed their desire to join the game.
Qi'an comes from a wealthy family. His parents run a company and they usually work overtime at the company and rarely go home.
He is taken care of by a nanny on a daily basis.
This kind of life made him less accompanied by his parents and also less restricted.
So the three of them agreed to play the second ghost summoning game at Qi'an's house.
This time, the game played by the three people was called Don't Open the Door.
[Fuck, if it were me, I wouldn't dare to play it once, but they dared to play it a second time! ]
[My comment is that there are still too few homework assignments.]
[As a class teacher, I will definitely ask the teachers of each subject to assign more homework when I go back home. If for no other reason, I am afraid that my students will be as idle as them.]
[Damn! Qi'an, you guys have done so many bad things! ]
[What kind of game is Don't Open the Door? Can anyone explain it to me? ]