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◎Breathing sound + roommate raising a ghost◎
Li Yanjun, the contact person, carefully recalled the scene of that day.
There was actually another incident that happened that day, and she even suspected that the man had brought other beings into her house.
At that time, she made desserts and thought that she had a good relationship with her neighbors, so she sent some to her neighbors. Because the distance was not far, she did not close the door when she delivered it, but just left it ajar.
After delivering the items, she did not leave immediately, but chatted with her neighbors for a while.
Suddenly, there was a creaking sound behind her, as if a door had been pushed open and then gently slammed shut. She turned her head and saw that the door was indeed shaking slightly.
In that fleeting shadow, she seemed to catch a glimpse of a small piece of dark fabric, which quickly disappeared.
"I asked my neighbor if they had seen anyone, and they said no, and thought it was probably the wind. I thought it was the wind, too, but I couldn't help but feel something was wrong. So they asked me to look around for them."
Li Yanjun hugged her arms tightly as she spoke, as if she didn't want to recall that incident.
At that time, the neighbor took things into Li Yanjun's room and searched all the places where people could hide, such as under the bed, in the closet, and in various small corners where people could hide, but no one was found.
The neighbor assured her that the window was probably not closed, so the wind blew the door.
Li Yanjun agreed, but she was not relieved. The shape of the cloth was too clear, it didn't look like it could be blown by the wind.
She thought, I should be more careful at night. If there really is someone hiding, there can't be no sound at all.
So at night she turned off the lights and kept an eye on the movements around her, but she didn't hear anything.
Li Yanjun stayed up until three in the morning and thought she would go to the toilet and then go to sleep. It must have been her illusion that she was in the afternoon. Later, she didn't find anyone in the places where people were hiding.
Her house has two bathrooms, one in the master bedroom and one in the kitchen. She had just walked in and locked the door when she suddenly heard a rustling sound.
It wasn't the sound of water or pipes, but rather the sound of fingernails scraping across wood. It was very brief and then disappeared.
But only in that moment, Li Yanjun suspected that she was too suspicious, but she still paid attention, but the voice disappeared again.
After a while, just as Li Yanjun was about to open the bathroom door, she heard the sound again. This time she knew it was coming from behind her.
It's the sound of a cabinet opening!
But there was only a cabinet under the sink behind her.
Who could hide in there?
Her throat was dry and her neck turned stiffly little by little.
That cabinet door was actually ajar.
There was a person curled up inside. The person was wearing a short-sleeved shirt and had medium-short hair. Her face was facing Li Yanjun.
The moment they looked at each other, Li Yanjun didn't even scream, she could only stare blankly.
A face was looking directly at her with a strange smile on its face.
Li Yanjun opened her mouth, but no sound came out. The air seemed to be frozen.
The person in the closet moved.
It didn't crawl out, but rather groped its way out, and that face was always facing her.
Li Yanjun subconsciously took a step to the side. Her footsteps were very light, but they inevitably made a little noise.
Maybe it was the friction of clothes, or maybe it was the heavier breathing, anyway, the person seemed to hear it.
The man paused, then slowly crawled out.
The person in the cabinet climbed out completely. His movements were slow and his joints were a little stiff.
She kept groping in the direction of Li Yanjun, and Li Yanjun could only continue to move to the side.
By the time Li Yanjun reacted, she had already huddled in the corner of the bathroom.
The man also touched the place where she had just stood, and his face was still facing Li Yanjun.
The woman kept touching the corner where Li Yanjun was, and Li Yanjun could only pray in her heart.
Perhaps her prayers worked, but after a few seconds, the woman began to move towards the toilet door, holding on to the wall with one hand.
She opened the bathroom door and disappeared.
Li Yanjun stared at the bathroom door. About a minute later, a clear "click" sound was heard outside. It was the sound of the bedroom door being opened.
That woman...really left?
Time stretched infinitely in fear. Li Yanjun didn't know how long she had endured. Five minutes? Ten minutes?
Every second felt like being frying in a frying pan, and there was no sound outside.
The desire to survive finally overwhelmed the fear. Li Yanjun's legs and feet were numb, but she had to go out and call the police!
She held her breath and used all her strength to control her trembling body. She moved out of the corner very slowly, taking every step carefully and not daring to make the slightest sound.
She moved to the bathroom door, her heart almost jumping out of her throat.
She didn't dare to go out directly. She took a deep breath and cautiously poked her face out of the door frame little by little.
I first looked to the left, quickly scanning the center of the bedroom, the bed, the window, etc., all of which were empty.
The bedroom door was also open, and there was only a faint light outside.
The tense nerves relaxed a little.
Subconsciously, with a hint of luck, she turned to the right of the door where she was...
That woman!
He was standing right next to the wall on her right, almost face to face with Li Yanjun who was sticking her head out!
There was still a smile frozen on that face, and a pair of eyes, wide open and empty, were fixed on Li Yanjun's face.
Li Yanjun felt dizzy and her heart suddenly stopped beating as if it was being tightly grasped by a cold big hand.
Her eyes went dark and she almost fell down.
She shrank back into the bathroom as if she had been scalded, and her back hit the wall next to the door frame hard, which made her feel so painful that she didn't care.
Only then did she realize that the phone was in her hand, and her hands were shaking so much that she could hardly hold the phone.
She slid down to the ground with her back against the cold wall, using all her remaining strength to unlock the screen and open the text message. Her vision was blurred and her fingers spasmed as she pressed the buttons.
She sent a text message to 12110 for help.
Li Yanjun still felt a lingering fear when she spoke of this. She said, "The police came very quickly. When they arrived, the woman was still in my bedroom. I don't know how I rushed out to open the door for the police."
She held her head, she felt a little dizzy again.
"The woman was taken away by the police. They later said she had mental problems and has now been sent to a mental hospital by her family. But from that day on, I would hear the breathing sound of another person every day."
[Help! People are scarier than ghosts series]
Is that a blind person?
[How could she sneak into someone else's house and hide in the cabinet under the bathroom sink?]
[One more thing, you can also be careful not to make any noise]
[If only she had hidden in another toilet...]
[Now I’m going to dismantle the cabinet under my sink]
Jiang Chuxu nodded, and Li Yanjun continued to talk about her experience.
The police took the woman away, and the diagnosis from the mental hospital seemed to put an end to the scare.
Li Yanjun changed the door locks, checked every corner repeatedly, and even asked someone to reinforce the windows. Life seemed to be back on track.
But soon, something else quietly arrived.
At first, it was late at night.
Li Yanjun turned off the lights and lay down in bed. The familiar silence surrounded her.
And then, it came.
It was not an auditory hallucination, nor the sound of the wind, but the extremely clear sound of another person's breathing.
The sound was very soft, with a faint moisture, as if through a thin cloth.
It's in the room.
Li Yanjun suddenly opened her eyes, held her breath, and her heart was pounding in the darkness.
She pricked up her ears, trying to find the source of the sound. Under the bed? Behind the wardrobe? In the shadow of the curtains?
She was frozen in place, and her breathing continued, steady and regular, as if she were soundly sleeping.
Just when her tense nerves relaxed a little, the breathing sound seemed to be a little closer?
She didn't dare move or turn on the light. She could only stare at the ceiling until dawn, when the sound gradually disappeared.
It seems safer during the day.
Li Yanjun cooked, cleaned, and watched TV series. She deliberately turned up the volume of the TV or music, trying to drown out the lingering doubts in her heart.
However, when the tap is turned off, when the music stops, when she is chopping vegetables in the kitchen...
The breathing sound appeared again.
This time, it seemed to be behind her, near the gap between the refrigerator and the wall.
Li Yanjun's hand holding the kitchen knife paused, and the hairs on her back stood up.
She turned around slowly and saw that the side of the refrigerator was empty.
But the faint breathing sound clearly penetrated her ears.
It's not there.
Or rather, it wasn't where she could see it.
Li Yanjun began to check habitually. She walked into the master bedroom bathroom, and the first thing she did after locking the door was not to turn on the light, but to listen attentively.
Behind the glass door of the shower? The small cabinet under the sink where someone once hid? She even nervously yanked the door open, but there was only detergent and toilet paper inside.
There was nothing but the damn sound of breathing, sometimes on the left, sometimes on the right, and sometimes as if it was seeping down from the cracks in the ceiling above my head.
Li Yanjun looked very unhappy. She cried, "If this continues, I'm going to go crazy."
Sleeping became torture. She tried covering her head, but the hot and turbid air in the quilt formed a strange contrast with the clear and audible breathing sounds outside that did not belong to her.
She tried sleeping with the lights on. The pale light illuminated every corner of the room clearly, making it empty, but the sound still existed, stubbornly lingering in places where the light could not reach.
Once, she woke up in the middle of the night and was very thirsty.
The bedroom was pitch black. She groped her way out of bed, her bare feet touching the floor, and the cool touch made her slightly more awake.
Just as she was about to touch the bedroom door handle, the breathing sound suddenly became unusually clear.
It seemed to be sticking to the back of her neck.
She turned her head suddenly, but could not see anything in the darkness. However, the cool breath brushed against her skin faintly.
She almost rushed to the door, turned it open and rushed out, running all the way to the living room and turning on all the lights.
The dazzling light filled the space and dispelled the darkness, but it could not dispel the sound that followed like a shadow.
It was still there, but seemed to have retreated into the shadows of a corner of the living room, continuing its steady, endless rhythm.
Li Yanjun sat on the sofa with her legs hugged, her eyes scanning the living room which was illuminated by the lights.
There is nothing under the sofa, nothing behind the TV cabinet, and nothing behind the curtains.
Everything works fine.
Only that voice, like an invisible roommate, existed and breathed as a matter of course in the safe fortress that she had built with all her heart and soul.
She didn't know what it was, where it was, or what it was trying to do.
She only knew that from the day the woman was taken away, this invisible creature had lived in this house with her.
Day, night, awake, asleep.
She was never alone.
Li Yanjun scratched her hair and supported her forehead with her hands. She tried her best not to show her vulnerable side in front of the camera.
But when she thought of the never-ending breathing sound, she got goosebumps all over her body.
[Damn, invisible roommate]
Please don't treat me like this, I live alone.
[After I finished listening, I also heard the breathing sound. I turned around and looked at the dog next to me. I felt relieved.]
【Why is Yibo so scary?】
[Don’t say that. What if you encounter something even scarier when you’re not live streaming?]
Jiang Chuxu looked at the figure behind Li Yanjun.
It was a woman with short to medium hair, wearing a mental hospital gown, and everything seemed to fit right.
Thinking that this person might be Li Yanjun's psychological shadow, Jiang Chuxu first asked Li Yanjun what she thought.
"If you see someone," Jiang Chuxu paused, frowning as if she didn't know what to say, "it might scare you a little. Do you want to see it?"
Li Yanjun was also stunned for a moment. What does it mean to be a little scared?
A ferocious monster?
But no matter what it is like, she must watch it. She was mentally prepared before she came on the microphone.
Besides, she came to Jiang Chuxu just because she wanted to see it.
"Of course I will look at him no matter what he looks like." Li Yanjun nodded seriously, while constantly preparing herself mentally.
Jiang Chuxu didn't say anything when he heard this, but just silently turned on the sharing function.
In an instant, another figure appeared behind Li Yanjun.
The man was very close to Li Yanjun and was almost watching what she was doing.
However, the body posture of that "person" was extremely strange. Her body was sideways, with only her face facing the screen, and her eyes were fixed on Li Yanjun who was connected online.
Li Yanjun looked at the familiar face, and the previous nightmare came back again. She gritted her teeth and her body trembled slightly.
This "person" turned out to be the woman who had been sent to a mental hospital?
It was the woman hiding in the cabinet of her sink.
Li Yanjun's body moved to the side uncontrollably and she almost fell off the chair.
[Medium-short hair, mental hospital gown…]
What a coincidence, this description
[Oh my god, is he really that psychopath?]
[Isn't he in a mental hospital? How did he become a ghost and follow me back?]
[Bullet screen protects! Bullet screen protects!]
Jiang Chuxu looked at Li Yanjun's instantly pale face and violently shaking body, and knew how great the shock she had suffered.
Without saying anything more, she raised her hand and locked onto the female ghost in hospital gown behind Li Yanjun.
The invisible connection between the necklace and the female ghost was established instantly. Jiang Chuxu closed his eyes and his consciousness sank into a chaotic darkness.
There was no sharp resentment or violent obsession as expected, only vague outlines flooded into her perception.
This female ghost seems half-blind?
No wonder in Li Yanjun's description, she was always groping, because she could see a little.
The entire picture is blurry and only the outline can be seen.
The initial scene is related to Li Yanjun, and it is her perspective on the incident involving Li Yanjun.
Then there was a sharp brake sound, the scene spun around, a violent shock was felt, the smell of disinfectant mixed with the strong smell of gasoline, the body felt like it was being thrown and hit hard, the feeling of restraint brought suffocating pain.
In the chaos, there were vague outlines of people swaying, and there seemed to be shouting, but they were not clear.
Jiang Chuxu immediately understood that the car transporting the ghost had been in a serious accident.
I just don’t know why this person would come to Li Yanjun’s house after his death.
It didn't look like they could communicate, and Jiang Chuxu felt distressed. Her mental state was quite normal, and she really couldn't understand all the ghost's behaviors before and after death.
Li Yanjun watched Jiang Chuxu open his eyes, his eyes filled with fear and anxiety: "Anchor, what is she doing?"
Li Yanjun didn't say anything, but Jiang Chuxu and the barrage knew what she wanted to ask.
"Dead." Jiang Chuxu said succinctly, "He died in a car accident on the way to the mental hospital. His soul was incomplete, and only a few remnants of his instincts floated back."
After hearing this, the fear on Li Yanjun's face froze, and then was washed away by a huge sense of absurdity and indescribable emotions.
Dead? The woman who gave her nightmares died on the road without her knowing?
This feels so weird.
Li Yanjun looked at the figure in hospital gown on the screen and for a moment she forgot to be afraid.
"No reason?" Li Yanjun asked. She knew that her question was in vain. The police didn't figure out why this man entered her room and hid in the cabinet under the sink last time.
Only a mental evaluation can prove that her mental state is problematic, and her parents can only restrain her or send her to a mental hospital.
Li Yanjun gave up exploring, it was pointless, she held her head and seemed not to want to talk.
"Forget it." She sighed and smiled self-deprecatingly.
"I'll take it from her." Jiang Chuxu raised his hand towards the confused female ghost.
It was as if a faint, soft halo emanated from the necklace, instantly enveloping the figure in hospital gown behind Li Yanjun.
The figure slowly disappeared, and the breathing sound in the room, which had been haunting Li Yanjun like a leech for a long time, also stopped abruptly with the disappearance of the figure.
Li Yanjun didn't move. She subconsciously held her breath, pricked up her ears, and her heart was beating wildly in her chest. She felt both anticipation and fear.
One second, two seconds... ten seconds.
there is none left!
The breathing sound that was driving her crazy was really gone.
An indescribable sense of relief suddenly dispelled all the pent-up fear and fatigue, leaving her almost exhausted.
Li Yanjun took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, as if to expel all the pent-up air and fear.
"Gone?" she murmured, her voice trembling with disbelief, followed by immense ecstasy. "It's really gone. Thank you, thank you host, thank you so much!"
She thanked the screen repeatedly, her eyes red with excitement.
Jiang Chuxu just nodded: "Well, it will be fine from now on."
For her, it was really just a piece of cake.
"Then I..." Li Yanjun was still immersed in a huge sense of relief and wanted to ask what would happen next.
"Get more sun and eat something good." Jiang Chuxu interrupted directly and gave a universal suggestion, "You've been entangled in Yin energy for a long time, and you're a little weak. Just take care of yourself."
After saying that, without waiting for Li Yanjun to thank her again, she simply cut off the connection.
The screen instantly switched back to the scene of Jiang Chuxu sitting on the sofa holding Xiao Hei.
Next! Next!
【Waiting for new stories】
[The anchor is more efficient today]
【Blind guess what this time is? 】
Jiang Chuxu glanced at the queue list and randomly clicked on a name: "'Cloud Marshmallow', connect."
The connection was quickly established.
The screen lit up, the picture was a little shaky, and the light was very dim, like a bed in a dormitory.
The camera wasn't looking at a face, but rather at an A4 sheet of paper held in front of it. Scribbled on it in black marker were a few large, crooked characters: [Hello, host! I'm in the dorm, so I can't speak.]
This action stunned the audience in the live broadcast room.
Why can’t we talk in the dormitory?
[Isn’t it noon now? My roommates should be awake by now.]
[I guess he didn’t want his roommate to hear it]
Then, the paper was quickly removed, and another was held up. The handwriting on it was even more scribbled, revealing an intense sense of anxiety: [Help! I think my roommate is raising a ghost! There seems to be something in his pillow, it's really weird! I keep feeling cold at night and have nightmares. He's been having ridiculous luck lately.]
The moment the new paper was raised, the camera quickly swept towards the bed next to it.
After waiting for about a minute, another new piece of paper was raised.
[Host, please wait a moment. I'll change the place to talk first.]
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