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◎Midnight Song+It Comes In◎
[Singing opera at midnight, a hellish routine]
[Is someone intentionally disturbing the public? Try calling the police.]
What does "getting closer" mean? Did I deliberately sing in front of your house?
The caller gasped, her eyes filled with fear. "My name is Lin Sizhu. This started a week ago."
Lin Sizhu's parents passed away two years ago, and she has been working hard in the city alone.
But she felt unmotivated, and with constant overtime at work, she wanted to quit her job and move back to her hometown.
She went back to her hometown with her parents two years ago. She remembered that the house was just dusty, but all the furniture was complete and not broken.
She thought that even if some of the things broke, it didn't matter, she could just replace them later, so she decided to resign, packed up her things and moved back.
On the afternoon of the first day after moving in, she saw a person standing by a bamboo forest not far away. The person was wearing an old-fashioned theatrical costume, which was colorful.
She thought it was an elderly person nearby who liked to sing opera, so she didn't take it seriously and continued to do her own thing.
At two o'clock in the morning, she was still awake because of her previous work habits.
It was quiet inside and outside the house. At this moment, the sound of opera singing floated over from not far away. The tune was sad and long.
Lin Sizhu recalled the scene, fear in her eyes: "She sang 'Originally, all the flowers in bloom are now left to dilapidated wells and ruined walls.' The tune was drawn out and mournful, and it was particularly eerie to hear in the middle of the night."
[The Peony Pavilion? This ghost has quite good taste, right?]
[I put myself in this situation and got goosebumps]
The sound was particularly clear in the middle of the night, and there was an indescribable weirdness in it. Lin Sizhu felt that it was a bit disturbing for this person to practice acting so late at night, so she walked to the window and prepared to remind him.
Sure enough, the singer was still standing where she had seen him that afternoon. Lin Sizhu said, "I told her at the time that although you sing beautifully, it's too late now. Why not sing again tomorrow morning?"
After she finished speaking, the man stopped singing, so Lin Sizhu also lay back on the bed.
Unexpectedly, at two o'clock in the morning of the next day, the singing sound started again on time.
This time the sound seemed much louder and more piercing, so Lin Sizhu walked out to see what was happening.
She was not sure if it was her illusion at the time, but she felt that the distance between the man and her house seemed to be closer. If the distance was about 20 meters on the first day, it was 15 meters on the second day.
Just like yesterday, she shouted loudly for that person to sing again tomorrow.
As a result, at two o'clock in the morning on the third day, the sound rang again, and it seemed even closer.
Lin Sizhu looked out through the crack in the window. The figure was only about ten meters away from her front door, and she began to feel uneasy.
After daybreak, she decided to ask the neighbors nearby.
There were only a few elderly people living in the village. She knocked on every door and asked them if they knew who was performing opera at night because it was too noisy.
As a result, when the old people heard her mention the content of the opera, their faces changed instantly. They avoided her gaze, refused to say anything, and directly closed the door. Some even waved her away.
Finally, an old lady who looked kind quietly pulled her aside and told her in a low voice an old story that happened decades ago.
At this point, Lin Sizhu's voice trembled even more: "The old lady said that decades ago, a troupe of opera came to the village to perform. On the night they set up the stage, it suddenly caught fire. The troupe's mainstay, a girl with an especially good voice, happened to be practicing singing on the stage at the time.
As a result, the thick smoke choked her throat and she could no longer sing opera. Desperate, she hanged herself in the bamboo forest! From then on, people would hear the sound of opera singing in the middle of the night. The tune was the girl's best play, "A Dream in the Garden." And the stage was set on fire deliberately, and the arsonist was frightened to death by the singing in the middle of the night!
After the old lady finished speaking, she didn't wait for Lin Sizhu to respond, and urged her to go home quickly, or better yet, leave here.
Lin Sizhu was so frightened that her hands and feet were cold, and she returned home in a daze.
At two o'clock in the morning of that night, the singing sound came again. She hid in the house and stared outside through the crack in the window.
This time, the figure in costume was only about five meters away from her front door!
Early in the morning on the fourth day, she couldn't stand it anymore, so she packed up and ran to the town to stay in a hotel, thinking that it would be fine if she was far away.
As a result, at two o'clock in the morning, the shrill singing sound actually rang out in the hotel room, and the sound seemed to be coming from the corridor outside the door!
Lin Sizhu was so scared that she didn't sleep all night and ran back to her hometown house at dawn.
She thought that since the ghost could follow her to the hotel, there was no point in her running away, so she might as well go back and see if there was any solution.
But that afternoon, when she was hanging clothes on the second-floor balcony, she looked down and suddenly saw the figure in costume standing upright outside her door!
Lin Sizhu's legs went weak and he almost collapsed.
On the sixth night, the terror escalated.
Lin Sizhu locked the door of the bedroom on the second floor and covered her head with a quilt, but the singing sound actually came from the first floor!
And the sound seemed to echo, floating up the stairs step by step, and finally stopped at the corner of the stairs, where the ghost kept singing.
Lin Sizhu hid in the quilt and trembled all night, almost collapsing.
Today is the seventh day. Lin Sizhu looked at the tightly closed bedroom door and felt that the door panel was cold.
She didn't dare to think, would that thing appear directly at her bedroom door at two o'clock in the morning tonight? If she couldn't solve it today, would the singing ghost come to her bedside?
She had been tortured to the point of being in a trance, and only then did she find Jiang Chuxu's live broadcast room.
[The sense of substitution is too strong, there seems to be movement under my bed! ]
[If we calculate it as five meters a day...won't we be touching each other tomorrow?]
[Help! I'm so scared!]
Jiang Chuxu sat there, looking at Lin Sizhu on the screen with an expressionless face. She seemed indifferent, but she was actually thinking about this matter.
"You are fine now, just a little bit of negative energy." Her voice was calm, as if she was stating a commonplace matter.
"The ghost isn't here. Its activity time is 2 a.m. If you want to solve the problem, you have to wait until then."
When Lin Sizhu heard this, she froze.
She clutched the phone tightly, her fingers turning white from exerting so much force. She cried, "Do we have to wait until two o'clock? Can I not wait?"
The person connected is really going to be terrified.
[The host is so calm]
Jiang Chuxu glanced at the comments and ignored the audience's ridicule.
She looked at Lin Sizhu: "If you don't want to wait, you can choose not to solve it tonight and wait until tomorrow. Come to me when it is closer."
Lin Sizhu's face turned even paler in an instant. She trembled her lips and whispered, "Then let's do it today."
Jiang Chuxu nodded: "Okay, then wait until two o'clock. If you are scared, you can add my contact information first. I will keep chatting with you. Don't be afraid."
As he spoke, Jiang Chuxu sent his spare phone number via private message.
Lin Sizhu nodded quickly and added the friend.
Her fingers were still shaking, and she even pressed the wrong numbers several times while typing.
After adding the friend, she looked at the screen nervously: "So what do I need to do now?"
"You don't have to do anything. Just stay in the room and don't run around. I'll tell you what to do when the time comes."
Lin Sizhu nodded in response, her voice so soft that it was almost inaudible.
"I'll turn off the live broadcast first and turn it back on at 1:30 in the morning."
After saying this, Jiang Chuxu hung up the live broadcast without giving the audience time to react.
She has no habit of broadcasting her life live to the audience.
As soon as she finished the live broadcast, she sent a message to Lu Changan.
[Jiang Chuxu]: Changqing Village, Lingyan County, Ning City. I think some of you are watching the live broadcast. This is the address of the person who just connected.
[Jiang Chuxu]: I want to see if there is any record of the fire in the opera troupe.
[Lu Changan]: This kind of thing happened too early. I guess there is no record in the police archives. I'll have someone check the village's historical data, but don't hold your hopes too high.
Jiang Chuxu: OK
Jiang Chuxu didn't say anything more. She opened the search engine and entered the keywords "opera troupe fire + village name".
The result was the same as Lu Changan said, nothing was found.
She closed the browser and lowered her head to touch Xiao Hei who was lying on her legs.
Xiao Hei lazily turned over and gently brushed her wrist with his tail.
"Sure enough, there's not much information." Jiang Chuxu looked at Xiao Hei and whispered, "But this matter isn't that complicated. It can be resolved by two o'clock."
She fully believed in her abilities. After all, ghosts that needed to scare their victims first were not very strong.
The big ghosts will just rush forward and attack, while the little ghosts will use some tricks first and then take action when the victim's psychological defenses are weak.
Xiao Hei meowed, as if agreeing with her.
Time passed little by little, and soon it was 1:30 in the morning, and Jiang Chuxu started the live broadcast again.
The live broadcast room was still crowded this time. Although it was late at night, the audience's enthusiasm did not diminish at all.
【Here it comes, I finally waited for this live broadcast】
[Today I must see what the opera-singing ghost is like]
I'm starting to look forward to it.
Jiang Chuxu glanced at the barrage and clicked on the sharing mode so that the audience could also see the yin energy around Lin Sizhu.
In the picture, Lin Sizhu curled up on the bed, hugging a pillow. The light in her room was dim, and it seemed a little depressing.
"It's okay, we'll all take a look later." Jiang Chuxu said comfortingly, "It's not a big problem now, the main thing is to wait until after two o'clock."
As time approached two o'clock, the audience began to notice changes in Lin Sizhu's room.
[Fuck, the yin energy is really getting stronger]
[My scalp is numb just watching this, this is really a ghost]
At exactly two o'clock in the morning, a burst of opera singing suddenly came from the live broadcast room.
The voice was mournful and melodious, still singing "Dream in the Garden", exactly the same as Lin Sizhu had described before.
The voice was hoarse and distorted, full of endless resentment. There was no beauty at all, only the sharpness that pierced the eardrums and the chill that penetrated deep into the bone marrow.
【Ahhh, it’s really coming! 】
[Oh my god! I’m going deaf!]
[Is this ghost singing out of tune?!]
[It's clearly "The Peony Pavilion," but it sounds so scary to me.]
"Ah!" Lin Sizhu finally broke down and screamed, curling up in the quilt.
At the same time, the bedroom door slowly opened a crack.
A pale hand grasped the door frame, and then a figure in a faded costume slid in silently.
It was the female ghost that Lin Sizhu described!
The opera singer's costume was worn and dull in color, and his long hair covered most of his face, leaving only a pale chin and bright red lips exposed.
She lowered her head slightly and stood quietly at the door facing the bed.
Lin Sizhu saw this scene through the gap in the quilt and was so scared that she couldn't even scream.
"Why are you pestering her?" Jiang Chuxu's voice rang out, penetrating the heart-pounding silence.
The opera ghost slowly raised his head, and through the gaps in his long hair, a pair of eyes with only the whites of their eyes stared at Lin Sizhu who was trembling on the bed.
Her mouth didn't move, but her voice echoed in the room and even reached the live studio: "Why? Hehehe..."
Her voice was hoarse and unpleasant: "Believe it or not, I don't mean any harm. I just want to sing."
Jiang Chuxu sneered: "No ill intentions? Then why did you approach her step by step? From twenty meters to fifteen meters, then ten meters, five meters, and now standing directly at her door."
No ghost would believe this if you said it to them. No, only the ghost who said it would believe it.
The opera singer lowered his head, a hint of grievance in his voice: "I'm just jealous of her."
Jiang Chuxu raised his eyebrows: "Why are you jealous of her?"
"Her voice." The opera singer's tone became sharp. "Her voice is so beautiful, but what about me? My voice has been damaged for a long time. It sounds hoarse and ugly when I sing. When she saw me for the first day, she said that I sang beautifully. She was clearly mocking me!"
She hated it, she hated all people with good voices. She was originally the mainstay, the center of the entire troupe, but because of a fire, she saw sympathy in the eyes of other people in the troupe.
The troupe owner also tactfully told her that she was no longer suitable for singing opera and asked her to find other ways out.
But why?
She was born to be on the stage, the protagonist, the mainstay, the character that everyone admires.
But now she was being mocked by an outsider, and she was sure to kill those who looked down on her.
Lin Sizhu's eyes widened: "I'm not mocking you! I really think you sing well!"
The singing ghost suddenly raised his head, his eyes cold: "You are obviously mocking me! You people with good voices are all mocking me!"
Jiang Chuxu sneered: "So you killed so many people just because you were jealous of their good voices?"
This ghost has a lot of blood on his body, and you can tell at a glance that he has killed many people.
The opera singer's expression froze for a moment, then she sneered. The Yin energy around her surged violently, and her costume fluttered without a breeze. "So what? You can't leave anyway."
This ghost is so evil.
[No wonder the sister who contacted me earlier said that there were only elderly people in the village]
[No wonder the old man was scared when he heard opera singing!]
Lin Sizhu felt cold all over when he heard this. This ghost actually killed so many people?
Jiang Chuxu sneered: "I feel like you were just trying to act pitiful. It's just that you've killed a lot of people, and I'm afraid you can't even explain why you had to kill. If you say you only killed the person who hurt your throat, maybe someone would understand you."
She glanced at the opera singer and said coldly, "Besides, do you think she can't get away with me around?"
The singing ghost did not answer. Her eyes were cold and there was a twisted smile on her face.
She stood at the door of the bedroom. The yin energy became increasingly strong, and the temperature in the room seemed to drop by several degrees.
Lin Sizhu hugged the pillow tightly, curled up into a ball, and almost cried: "Anchor, is she coming in?"
Jiang Chuxu said calmly: "No, she wouldn't dare."
Before she finished speaking, Xiao Hei, who had been napping beside her, opened his eyes lazily and called out softly to the screen.
The evil energy surrounding the opera ghost standing at the door solidified instantly, and even the distorted expression was frozen on her face. She shuddered, and the arrogant look just now disappeared in an instant, replaced by fear and panic.
"You..." The singing ghost's voice began to tremble, as if his throat was being strangled.
Jiang Chuxu raised his eyes and said in a calm tone: "Can we talk properly now?"
The singing ghost froze in place, not daring to move. Her eyes were full of vigilance, but she didn't dare to be as arrogant as she was just now.
"Why are you pestering Lin Sizhu?" Jiang Chuxu's voice was calm, but with an irresistible sense of oppression.
"You said it was because she had a nice voice, but I don't believe it. You've taken so many lives, which shows you're not just jealous."
The ghost lowered his head, his expression changing from gloomy to bright, as if he was struggling whether to speak or not.
Jiang Chuxu sneered: "It's okay if you don't tell me, then I'll just send you away."
As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Hei's eyes lit up and he seemed to be very expectant.
The opera singer suddenly looked up and waved his hands: "No, no! I'll tell you, I'll tell you!"
Lin Sizhu was almost scared silly at this time. She never thought that the opera ghost would be so scared and even began to beg for mercy.
[Ghost: I regret provoking her now]
[Host: I think you are quite arrogant?]
[Meow Meow God is truly invincible, this ghost is simply scared]
The opera singer's voice was still hoarse. She gritted her teeth and finally said, "I am indeed jealous of her."
"But it's not just her voice." She looked up, her eyes full of resentment. "I envy everyone with a good voice, everyone who can sing!"
Her voice suddenly became sharp, as if she wanted to roar out all the resentment that had been pent up in her heart: "Do you know how glorious I used to be? Everyone was surrounding me, but that fire destroyed my voice. I can't sing opera anymore. Even the troupe doesn't want me anymore!"
"I hate them!" The opera singer's body trembled slightly. "They destroyed everything I had. Later, I hanged myself, but I was unwilling to die. I want everyone to know my pain!"
"So you killed someone?" Jiang Chuxu's tone remained calm.
The opera singer's expression froze for a moment. She lowered her head and said in a low voice, "So what? They deserved it."
"Serves them right?" Jiang Chuxu raised an eyebrow. "You killed all those young people in the village and turned the village into a place where only old people live. Do you think they deserve it?"
The opera singer gritted his teeth and did not answer.
Jiang Chuxu sneered: "You think you did it in secret? Why don't the elders in the village want to mention you? They already knew it was you who did it."
Lin Sizhu's face turned pale instantly. She didn't expect that she would move to such a place and be haunted by such a ghost.
No wonder those old people are reluctant to talk about it. This ghost has actually harmed so many people.
The opera singer raised her head, her eyes sinister as she stared at Jiang Chuxu: "So what? What can you do to me? I'm a ghost, and you're a human."
As she spoke, her figure faded, as if she wanted to escape.
But no matter how she moved, she couldn't leave like usual.
Jiang Chuxu looked at the opera singer with a cold look in his eyes: "You killed so many people, and you still want to get away so easily?"
The ghost's expression froze for a moment, then he gritted his teeth and said, "What do you want? Even if I killed someone, those people are not innocent... They deserve it!"
Jiang Chuxu actually didn't want to pay any attention to it. This ghost's values were completely distorted and didn't make any sense at all.
I guess if any young person who can speak says something in front of her, she will feel that others look down on her.
"You think you're pathetic, so killing is right?"
The singing ghost didn't say anything, as if he was sulking.
Jiang Chuxu shook his head and said, "I've seen many ghosts like you. Since you like singing opera so much, then sing to your heart's content in the underworld."
Hearing the word "hell", the opera singer's face changed instantly, and he took a step back: "No! You can't send me away! I won't go!"
Jiang Chuxu ignored her and raised his hand to press the necklace around his neck. The necklace seemed to gradually light up, but only Jiang Chuxu could see it.
The black cat lying on her legs raised its head and cast a cold look at the singing ghost.
"I'll give you one last chance." Jiang Chuxu's voice was as cold as ice. "Tell me clearly how many people you killed and why. If you tell me, I'll make you suffer less. If you don't, I'll beat you to pieces."
The opera singer's body trembled slightly. She gritted her teeth and finally spoke.
"I killed ten people." Her voice was hoarse. "They were all the best voices in the village. I couldn't stand it if they were better than me."
"And then?" Jiang Chuxu's tone remained calm. "After killing someone, what did you do?"
The opera-singing ghost lowered his head and said, "I was afraid that someone with a good voice would appear in the village again, so I scared away all the young people, leaving only the old people. They have no strength and can't sing opera."
She tried to gain sympathy this way because, in her opinion, she could have killed all the young people in the village, but she let everyone else escape and only left the old people behind, proving that she was a good ghost with a conscience.
Jiang Chuxu nodded after listening: "Very good, the explanation is clear enough, then you don't have to stay here."
She did not give the singing ghost another chance to explain. She moved her fingers lightly, and the light on the necklace suddenly became brighter. Xiao Hei meowed, the voice was soft, but it carried an indescribable sense of oppression.
The singing ghost let out a shrill scream, and its body quickly began to dissipate as if it was burned by fire.
"You can't do this to me!" Her voice became sharp and weak. "I just want a stage..."
Before she finished the last word, her body completely dissipated into the air, without even a trace of Yin energy left.
The live broadcast room was quiet for a few seconds, and then the barrage of comments flew by wildly.
[Directly evaporated, the anchor is too strong]
[What about the stage? You killed so many people. The underworld is where you belong.]
[Meow Meow God takes action, leaving nothing behind of this opera singer]
Lin Sizhu sat on the bed, watching all this, completely stunned.
"She...she's gone?"
Jiang Chuxu glanced at her and nodded: "No more."
Lin Sizhu breathed a sigh of relief, tears welling up in her eyes: "That's great, it's really great."
"Okay, it's too late, so I'll end the live broadcast first." After saying that, she turned off the live broadcast.
Although Jiang Chuxu had eaten dinner, he was hungry after all the trouble.
She rubbed Xiao Hei's chin and said, "You must be hungry too. I'll feed you something too."
Xiao Hei raised his head slightly, seeming to be very comfortable. Upon hearing this, he slightly opened his squinting eyes, then jumped to the ground and moved towards the kitchen. After taking two steps, he turned around to see if Jiang Chuxu had followed.
Jiang Chuxu followed Xiao Hei into the kitchen. She opened the refrigerator and took out a piece of chicken breast, then found two eggs.
She cooked a bowl of noodles for herself and cooked chicken breast in another small pot.
Xiao Hei squatted beside the sink, wagging his tail rhythmically and following Jiang Chuxu's movements with his eyes.
After Jiang Chuxu tore the cooked chicken breast into small strips and placed it in Xiao Hei's cat bowl, the man and the cat ate quietly at the small bar in the kitchen.
Jiang Chuxu was swiping the screen of his mobile phone, while Xiao Hei was eating and snoring.
My phone vibrated. It was a message from the work group.
[Dispatcher - Lao Wu]: New mission released: Jingmingyuan Community, Nanhu District, Chongjiang City. Several residents reported that their home appliances were abnormally activated late at night, items were displaced, and some residents claimed to have seen blurry figures passing by. Mission Level: Medium, Mission Number: TD-091. @Everyone
[Dispatcher - Lao Wu]: New mission released: At the abandoned sanatorium site in Hongye Town, a remote suburb of Changze City, a local hiking group has reported missing a member. The search and rescue team entered the abandoned sanatorium, and their equipment malfunctioned, leading to reports of inhuman whispers. Mission Level: Medium, Mission Number: TD-092. @Everyone
[Dispatcher - Lao Wu]: New mission released: The owner of the single-family house at No. 17 Fu'an Lane in the old town of Feng'en City has reported that his antique dressing mirror reflects a figure other than his own at night, and the mirror cannot be wiped clean, suggesting a malevolent object. Mission Level: Low Risk, Mission Number: TD-093. @Everyone
Some people responded with "received" or "1" one after another.
Jiang Chuxu took a quick look and found that the cities were quite far away. She put her phone aside and took a mouthful of noodles, with no intention of replying at all.
It’s too troublesome to travel so far, so she prefers to handle orders in this city or neighboring cities and get things done quickly.
She was eating noodles, but her eyes were on her phone. Her fingers swiped down unconsciously, and suddenly a familiar name popped up.
[Aunt Liu]: No. 17, Fu'an Lane, pick up.
Jiang Chuxu raised his eyebrows. It turned out that this Aunt Liu was also from the special department?
It seems that the person who contacted me last time was lucky. The red rope bracelet given by Aunt Liu was indeed a professional way of handling the matter, but it failed to prevent the more vicious forum ghost later.
"Aunt Liu..." Jiang Chuxu repeated it in a low voice, feeling that this world was really small.
At this time, Lu Changan also sent her a message about the investigation results of the opera troupe.
[Lu Chang'an]: I found a record in the old archives of the county annals office. Decades ago, a small opera troupe passed through the village and set up a makeshift stage for a performance. One night, the stage caught fire, killing a young apprentice. The archives don't mention hanging from the stage pillars, only that it was arson. However, the person was arrested and sentenced to death for arson. The claim of frightening people to death seems like a ghost story that was later spread. I also found a report of a series of sudden deaths among young people.
Jiang Chuxu: OK
After reading the message, she didn't react much. She calmly finished the last bite of noodles, then threw the bowl and chopsticks into the sink and rubbed Xiao Hei's head.
She had long understood that ghosts' words could not be trusted, especially those that had harmed humans.
"Let's go to sleep."
The next morning at ten o'clock, Jiang Chuxu started broadcasting on time.
The sunlight poured in through the window. Xiao Hei lay next to the computer, basking in the sun and licking his paws lazily.
A large number of viewers soon poured into the live broadcast room, and the barrage of comments was refreshed rapidly.
Today is another day of watching other people encounter ghosts.
【Look who is the unlucky one today】
【Squatting for an exciting connection】
As usual, Jiang Chuxu opened the queue list and was about to call out the first ID, but his eyes were attracted by the crazy scrolling barrage in the lower right corner of the live broadcast screen.
[Help, anchor, help! Look at the barrage]
[Anchor needs a connection, urgent! ]
[Save our whole family, it’s coming in, it’s coming in]
[Anchor, please check the comments, someone has died]
[Blood, so much blood, hurry up, anchor!]
These messages of help are particularly eye-catching among the ordinary "Good morning, anchor", and the ID that sends the messages is the same, called "Survival in Desperate Situations".
Jiang Chuxu's eyes narrowed, and she immediately stopped calling for help and said directly: "The ID is Desperate Survival, the one who sent the distress barrage, directly apply for a connection, immediately."
As soon as she finished speaking, a connection application popped up, so fast that it seemed as if she had been clicking the application button frantically.
Jiang Chuxu answered immediately.
The moment the picture was connected, a strong smell of blood seemed to rush out through the screen.
Then came a man's terrified roar, almost out of tune: "Anchor! Save us! It killed my parents! It came in! It's in the house!"
He seemed to lack the strength to hold the phone steady, and the view was always at a low angle. Apart from being able to see the trailing blood outside through the wide crack in the door, there was also...
A pair of eyes.
【Author’s words】
[Dog head holding a rose] The next chapter (including extra chapters) will be updated tomorrow at 12 noon [Dog head holding a rose][Dog head holding a rose]
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