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◎Little Devil+Automatic Photo◎
The sound of the door opening made Zhou Yu shiver all over. The red cloth bag on the ground, with the finger-shaped bulge still pushing up, had a few strands of black hair loosened.
Zhou Yu's mind went blank, and instinct overwhelmed everything.
He stuffed the red cloth bag under Wang Chao's desk, right in the shadow of the corner.
With a creak, the dormitory door opened.
My roommate Zhang Ming was standing at the door.
He rubbed his eyes, looking sleepy, holding a takeaway in his hand. "Lao Zhou? What are you doing squatting there?"
Zhou Yu's heart was pounding, his back pressed tightly against the cold edge of the table. He tried to speak normally, "You scared me! Why didn't you make any noise when you came back?"
He pointed under Wang Chao's empty bed and said, "I just saw something black under Wang Chao's pillow. I was just about to pick it up and put it back."
He deliberately emphasized "Wang Chao" and "under the pillow".
Zhang Ming came in yawning and casually glanced at Wang Chao's bed: "Oh, he looks so weird, it's normal for him to lose anything."
He put the takeaway on the table and then went back to playing the game on his computer, obviously not caring.
Zhou Yu's heart, which had risen to his throat, calmed down a little, but was still beating fast and heavy.
While Zhang Ming wasn't paying attention, he quickly stuffed the red cloth bag back into Wang Chao's pillowcase while standing up and zipped it up hastily.
Zhou Yu rubbed his face. He didn't want to recall what happened before. "Those strange things yesterday didn't happen again, but I don't know why."
He didn't think that if the hair wrapped around the cloth bag loosened, those strange things would disappear. According to common sense, it would be more likely that they would occur more frequently.
Jiang Chuxu nodded. "Okay, go back to the dormitory first. Then I'll focus the camera on your roommate's bed, especially the pillow."
Zhou Yu's face turned pale, but then he thought that maybe this problem could be solved later, so he agreed again.
He put on headphones to prevent any sound leakage from being discovered.
Although getting takeout was an excuse, he actually ordered it when he walked out just now and just went to pick it up.
On the way back to the dormitory with the takeaway, Zhou Yu suddenly remembered: "Oh, Wang Chao is coming back today. He posted a circle of friends yesterday."
Zhou Yu looked at the time. If Wang Chao went back to school directly, he should be able to reach the dormitory in about ten minutes.
[I'm so excited. I wonder if we'll have a direct confrontation later.]
[Shouldn't I be nervous? What if he gets desperate?]
[Yes, he has a little ghost, and you have nothing]
Seeing the barrage, Zhou Yu's face turned pale instantly.
Given Wang Chao's personality, if the matter were to be exposed, he might really take direct action against them.
Jiang Chuxu didn't care much. She just said, "Don't worry. If he wants to take action, I won't just stand by and watch."
Besides, she couldn't possibly give Wang Chao any chance to take action.
Zhou Yu carried the takeout bag and walked back to the dormitory building with heavy steps.
Jiang Chuxu's calm voice in the headphones gave him some support, but his heart was still pounding in his chest.
He took a deep breath and opened the dormitory door.
Zhang Ming was already sitting in front of the computer. He was wearing headphones, his fingers clacking on the keyboard, and occasionally uttering a few game terms.
I don’t know if it’s because Wang Chao is about to come back, but the dormitory feels even colder than before. Even Zhang Ming is wearing a coat.
Zhou Yu put the takeaway on his table, and Zhang Ming said, "Thank you."
Then continue playing games.
Zhou Yu walked to his desk as naturally as possible, with his back to Wang Chao's bed, pretending to tidy up his things.
Then he quietly turned the phone to rear camera mode and pretended to casually place the phone next to the pile of books on the table. The angle of the camera was just enough to frame the area of Wang Chao's bed, especially the bulging pillow.
[This angle is good, the pillow can be seen clearly]
Don’t scare your roommate who’s playing games later.
[The person connecting is very nervous]
[Yes, this angle is perfect]
Jiang Chuxu's voice in the headset was steady: "The pillow has a lot of yin energy."
She paused, as if trying to discern more carefully. "But I didn't see any ghosts. That's normal. Usually ghosts won't stay here alone."
It won’t be left alone, so it must be on Wang Chao?
Zhou Yu's heart was in his throat. He lowered his voice into the headset microphone and said, "He should be here soon. If he takes a taxi back, it will only take about ten minutes."
Zhang Ming was still playing games passionately and seemed not to notice Zhou Yu's actions and sounds.
But Zhou Yu still didn't dare to make any big movements. He could only pretend to flip through the book, while keeping an eye on the dormitory door.
As time passed, the air conditioning in the dormitory seemed to get worse. Zhou Yu couldn't help but take out a coat and put it on. Zhang Ming also shivered, cursing why it was so cold.
About ten minutes later, just when Zhou Yu was thinking about whether to wait and reconnect, the doorknob moved.
Zhou Yu's heart suddenly sank and his breath was instantly held. He stared at the door handle.
The door was pushed open.
Wang Chao walked in dragging a brand new suitcase. He looked tired, his hair was a little messy, and his face showed fatigue from the journey.
However, when his gaze swept across the dormitory, quickly passed over Zhou Yu's face, and finally fixed firmly on his own bed, especially when he saw that the pillow was safe and sound, a strange light suddenly burst out in his tired eyes.
Like greed, and a kind of almost fanatical satisfaction.
The corners of his mouth twitched upwards ever so slightly, as if to confirm that some treasure was still there.
"Hey, Brother Chao! You're back so soon?" Zhang Ming finally took time out from the game to shout, his eyes still glued to the screen.
"Well, it's over." Wang Chao responded vaguely, his voice a little hoarse, revealing an indescribable sense of emptiness.
He pushed the suitcase to the corner and walked straight to his bed.
He did not sit down immediately, but reached out his hand and patted the pillow repeatedly with a somewhat intimate and even flattering gesture, as if he was comforting a living thing.
After doing this, he seemed to be relieved, and the morbid satisfaction on his face became even stronger.
Just as Wang Chao bent down and was about to unzip the suitcase.
“Meow——”
Xiao Hei's cry came from Zhou Yu's headphones. The sound was so penetrating that it made Zhou Yu's ears numb and he almost jumped up from his chair.
At the same time, Jiang Chuxu frowned in front of the mobile phone screen.
【Anchor, I also want to watch】
What did the host see?
[A very familiar expression]
"There is indeed a little ghost on his back." Jiang Chuxu's definite answer made Zhou Yu's heart completely die.
He really couldn't understand. Wang Chao didn't seem to be in need of anything, so why did he want to raise a little ghost, and how did he find it?
Zhou Yu almost instinctively turned his head and looked at the place Jiang Chuxu mentioned, which was Wang Chao's back.
At first glance, nothing much.
Wang Chao was bending over to look for clothes in the suitcase.
Jiang Chuxu didn't say much and just clicked on the share button.
Sure enough, in the eyes of the audience in the live broadcast room, Wang Chao's bending action made the clothes on his back tight, and his clothes strangely bulged into a bag the size of a baby's fist!
The bulge is not dead, it is arching slowly up and down!
[Oh my god! On my back, on my back]
[It's really swollen and still moving]
[Oh my god, what the hell is this?]
[This special effect... No, is this real?!]
What was even more terrifying was that as the bulge continued to wriggle, a small blue-gray head suddenly popped out from Wang Chao's collar.
That's not a human head at all!
Its skin was bluish-gray, a bit lifeless, and stiff, with a few sparse hairs sticking to its scalp. Its mouth was wide open to below its ears, revealing its densely packed, sharp black teeth.
"Chi..."
An extremely subtle sound squeezed out of the cracked mouth. If Zhang Ming had not stopped playing games and the dormitory was quite quiet, the audience in the live broadcast room might not have heard it.
Its arms, as thin as dead branches, clung tightly to Wang Chao's neck, supporting the terrifying head to rise higher.
Its eyes greedily scanned the entire dormitory, and its sight first fell on Zhou Yu, who was the closest. Fortunately, Zhou Yu could not see the barrage and the live broadcast room screen, otherwise he would not be able to maintain his current appearance.
Zhou Yu could only feel that he seemed to be getting colder, and goose bumps appeared on his arms, but when he thought of what Jiang Chuxu said about the little ghost lying on Wang Chao's back, he didn't think much about it.
Then, the little ghost turned its head towards Zhang Ming who was eating takeout.
Zhang Ming was eating takeout while playing with his mobile phone. The little ghost's eyes were greedily focused on Zhang Ming's hands, and finally moved to Zhang Ming's face, which was red because he was too angry about playing games just now.
A pitch-black tongue stretched out from the split mouth, licked its row of sharp black teeth very slowly, and then made a hissing sound, as if tasting the delicious scent of a living person in the air.
[Oh shit, oh shit, the head is sticking out.]
[Oh my god, this face, these teeth]
It is watching people, it is watching them
[It's licking its teeth, it's licking its teeth, help!]
Jiang Chuxu smacked his lips impatiently: "Tsk, ugly thing, and it's still so dirty."
Just as the little devil's greedy eyes swept back and forth between Zhang Ming and Zhou Yu, the corners of his cracked mouth seemed to widen, revealing more fangs, as if he was about to pounce at the next moment.
Jiang Chuxu moved.
She didn't even get up from the sofa, but just casually flicked her fingers at the little ghost's head sticking out through the screen.
There seemed to be a buzzing sound in the air, and the sound was even clearly heard by the audience in the live broadcast room.
The audience only heard the little ghost let out a shrill scream, and its head seemed to be severely burned by a hot iron, and it suddenly shrank back.
Countless black smoke instantly emerged from the little ghost's gray skin, and a violent burning sound was heard. The smell of burning seemed to penetrate the screen.
Zhang Ming looked around and asked, "Do you smell something burning?"
Before Zhou Yu could answer, he was interrupted by Wang Chao's wailing.
Wang Chao's whole body suddenly bent forward like a cooked shrimp and let out a heart-wrenching scream.
His face instantly turned from red to blue and then to gray. It was no exaggeration to say that his face was as white as paper.
The veins on his forehead and neck kept throbbing, his eyeballs almost popped out of his sockets, his legs could no longer support him, and he fell heavily to his knees on the ground with a thud, his hands tightly grasping his throat, his body twitching constantly.
Zhang Ming was so frightened when he saw this, and Zhou Yu also stood there in a daze.
"That little devil is about to disappear." Jiang Chuxu's words made Zhou Yu instantly understand why Wang Chao behaved like this.
The little ghost's head, along with his arms that were clinging to Wang Chao's neck, and his body that was stuck to Wang Chao's back, were slowly disappearing.
In less than a minute, the little ghost slowly disappeared, and at the same time, the whole dormitory was filled with a foul smell.
But the cold feeling in the dormitory slowly disappeared, and the afternoon sun outside the window seemed to be much warmer. The sunlight shone obliquely through the window onto Wang Chao's curled up and twitching body.
Wang Chao was like a pool of mud with all his bones sucked out, collapsed on the cold floor, his body soaked in cold sweat, his clothes in disarray. He was still twitching violently unconsciously, groaning in pain, his eyes were vacant, and his whole body seemed to have been drained of all vitality, leaving only an empty shell that was still breathing instinctively.
"Oh my god! Brother Chao, Brother Chao, what's wrong with you?! Epilepsy?! Heart attack?! Damn it, don't scare me!" Zhang Ming was completely frightened by the sudden loud noise and shrill screams. He threw away his chopsticks, jumped over from the side, and looked at Wang Chao on the ground with horror.
He wanted to help but was afraid to touch him. He was so anxious that he kept spinning in circles. "Lao Zhou, Lao Zhou! Call 120! Brother Chao is dying!"
He didn't know what terrible thing had just happened and just thought that Wang Chao had a sudden illness.
Zhou Yu snapped back to his senses. His phone was still quietly sitting next to the pile of books on the table, its rear camera faithfully recording the chaotic scene in the dormitory.
Jiang Chuxu's voice suddenly pierced through the noise at the scene: "It's up to you to call 120 or not. Now, while he can't move, quickly take the things from his pillow. Take it to the east gate of your school, and someone will come to take it."
As Jiang Chuxu spoke, she glanced at the message sent to her by Aunt Liu on her phone. Aunt Liu was already rushing to the university.
Zhou Yu's heart was still beating wildly, but Jiang Chuxu's words were like a stabilizing force.
He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.
He looked at Zhang Ming, trying to keep his voice steady, with a hint of deliberate anxiety: "Call, my phone is out of battery, please call quickly, I'll go see if there is any medicine under Brother Chao's pillow. He seemed to have mentioned that he was not feeling well before!"
He thought quickly and found a suitable reason for his behavior.
Zhang Ming's mind was completely blank at the moment, and he was completely bewildered. When he heard about medicine, he immediately grabbed at a lifeline: "Yes, yes, medicine! Find it quickly! I'll call 120!"
He frantically took out his cell phone and began to dial the number with trembling fingers.
Zhou Yu no longer hesitated and rushed to Wang Chao's bed. He grabbed the pillow and unzipped it, and the stench became more obvious.
Zhou Yu was retching from the smoke and tears came out, but he held it back and reached in to feel around.
The thing was still inside. Zhou Yu didn't dare to delay and didn't care about feeling nauseous. He quickly stuffed the thing into his coat pocket.
"Hello, is this 120? This is Dormitory 403, Building 19, Feng'en University! My roommate suddenly collapsed and convulsed, foaming at the mouth, and his face turned blue. Yes, it's serious, come quickly!"
Zhang Ming's tearful voice sounded behind him, he had already made the call.
Zhou Yu quickly zipped up the pillowcase, threw the pillow back on the bed, and pretended to be anxious as he searched around Wang Chao's bed.
“No medicine found!”
He turned over and shouted to Zhang Ming, his voice just the right amount of panic.
After Zhang Ming finished his call, he rushed over to help Wang Chao search through his desk drawers, muttering, "It's over, it's over, Brother Chao, you have to hold on..."
The wait for the ambulance was extremely long.
Zhang Ming was so anxious that he was sweating profusely. He kept looking at his mobile phone and pacing around the dormitory.
Zhou Yu tried to stay away from Wang Chao as much as possible. He leaned against the door, his hands tightly covering his coat pockets. The cold, stiff touch and the faint pulsation reminded him all the time that the dangerous things had not been completely resolved.
He didn't dare look at his phone, and could only silently listen to the occasional instructions from Jiang Chuxu in the headset: "Don't touch the ground, don't let living things get close to it, such as small animals. If people get close to it, just let it bask in the sun for two days, but if small animals get close to it, it will be a bit troublesome."
A few minutes later, the shrill sound of ambulance sirens came from far away. Soon, the dormitory door was knocked and medical staff rushed in carrying a stretcher.
"Where is the patient?"
"Here, here!" Zhang Ming quickly made way.
"What's going on? How long has it been?"
"Just now, he suddenly collapsed, his whole body was convulsing, and I couldn't wake him up even if I shouted!" Zhang Ming described incoherently.
The medical staff quickly checked Wang Chao's vital signs and looked at his pupils, their movements professional and quick.
"Carry him away." They quickly secured Wang Chao, who was still groaning unconsciously, to the stretcher and carried him out.
Zhang Ming quickly caught up: "Wait for me, I'm following the car!"
Zhou Yu said, "Then I'll go talk to the instructor."
Zhang Ming just nodded, then rushed out quickly. The dormitory door slammed shut, and Zhou Yu was left alone in an instant.
Zhou Yu breathed a sigh of relief, picked up his phone and quickly ran towards the east gate. He told her to wait until he handed the thing to Aunt Liu before hanging up the call.
After the live broadcast was ended, the screen on Jiang Chuxu's side showed Xiao Hei. Xiao Hei yawned and buried his head in his paws, not wanting to show his face.
【The event ended successfully, let’s spread the flowers! 】
This person really brought this upon himself.
[I really don't understand why raising a ghost in the dormitory is so important]
Jiang Chuxu glanced at the scrolling comments on the screen, her expression didn't change much. She felt like she was about to become expressionless in this world.
She glanced at the IDs waiting to be connected and selected one: "Next one, 'Call Me Salted Fish', is he there?"
The call was connected, and it was a girl who seemed to be still working in the company.
When she saw that she was connected, she hurried to the corridor and said, "Hello, host. My name is Jin Yaqiong, and my online name is Xianyu."
She took a deep breath, digging her nails into her palms, using the pain to force herself to calm down: "This is what I am thinking. I suspect my house is haunted."
Her voice was shaking.
She licked her dry lips and spoke faster unconsciously, as if she wanted to pour out the fear that she had been holding back for a long time.
"I was habitually looking through my phone's photo albums, cleaning up cached photos and stuff. About three weeks ago, I noticed a few extra photos of me in my albums."
She paused, as if organizing her words, or as if recalling the horrifying scene.
"It wasn't taken by me, nor was it taken by someone else. The angle is really weird, it's all of me sleeping. It was taken from the end of the bed, it was dark, and the photo is blurry, but you can clearly see it's me."
[My face is so pale, I was really scared, hug me]
[Those that can be connected by the anchor are all haunted]
【Could it be a prank by a friend? 】
[The sense of substitution is too strong, I have already started checking my phone]
"At first I thought something was wrong. Although I was a little scared, I could still convince myself not to scare myself. It might be a software bug or a problem with the cloud sync. Anyway, I never suspected it was haunted."
Jin Yaqiong gave a bitter smile, which was uglier than crying.
"I just deleted the photo and didn't take it seriously."
"What's the result?" Jiang Chuxu held his chin and his eyes fell on the yin energy surrounding Jin Yaqiong.
Jin Yaqiong's voice suddenly rose a little, with the sharpness of someone who was driven to despair. "It doesn't stop, it doesn't stop at all. A few pictures come every few days, like an alarm clock. The time is getting more and more fixed, basically around two or three in the morning, when I sleep the most!"
The emergency passage was unusually quiet, with only her echoing voice. Jin Yaqiong subconsciously hugged her arms tightly, as if there was something hidden in the shadow in the corner of the stairwell.
A few days ago in the morning.
Jin Yaqiong checked the photos in her mobile phone as usual, and when she opened the album, she saw the same kind of photos again.
Jin Yaqiong poked the delete key with her finger with a bit of venting force, but just as she was about to click confirm, she suddenly found that there seemed to be something in the photo, in the corner near the edge of the photo.
There, in the shadow of the floor at the head of the bed, there seemed to be a curled up mass of something, very dark and completely invisible.
She was so scared that she quickly deleted the photos and threw her phone away.
She stared at the floor next to her. There was only a bedside table and a night light there. She wondered if she was seeing things. Maybe the black thing was the bedside table?
So she found the photo in the recycle bin again, but this time she was sure.
It's not the bedside table, there's just a bunch of stuff there.
The real nightmare happened the day before yesterday. She tried many times to stay up late to see what took the photo.
But for some reason, after twelve o'clock, her consciousness would be affected and she would suddenly fall asleep.
"I've tried setting an alarm, but it gets deleted, and even if it doesn't get deleted I can't hear it at all."
She had still tried to stay up the night before, but when the time came she felt like she had been knocked unconscious.
At five o'clock the next morning, she opened the photo album with trembling fingers, feeling almost like she was going to be executed.
The latest photo made her blood freeze instantly.
The angle was still that damn low-angle shot at the end of the bed. She was sleeping on her side with the quilt covering her shoulders.
But this time, the photo clearly captured a hand!
Not her hand.
Instead, a human hand with gray skin and stiff knuckles was slowly emerging from under the edge of the quilt covering her.
His five fingers were slightly spread out and very close to her, as if he wanted to strangle her neck.
The extreme fear made her throw off the quilt like crazy, pick up the bedside lamp, and madly scan the empty space at the head of the bed with the dazzling beam of light.
He suddenly lay down again, turned on the flashlight on his cell phone to the brightest, and looked under the bed to see if there was anything.
"Come out, get out! Who are you?!" she screamed, not caring that her face was covered with tears and snot.
She waved the desk lamp, hitting the air, the floor, and the edge of the bed in vain. Books and water cups were swept to the ground by her, making a harsh ping-pong sound.
At that moment, Jin Yaqiong suspected that she was the madman.
The room was in a mess, with only her heavy breathing and the noise she made.
Nothing.
There was nothing at the head of the bed and only dust under it.
The ghost hand reaching towards her neck in the photo just now seemed to be just an illusion after her mental breakdown.
Her legs went limp, and she slid down to the floor, her back against the cold wall. The desk lamp slipped out of her hand and fell, its light illuminating the corner of the wall slantingly.
She clutched her hair tightly with both hands, buried her face in her knees, her body shaking violently uncontrollably, and suppressed sobs coming from her throat.
Just then.
“Crack.”
An extremely soft, yet extremely familiar sound of a cell phone taking a photo suddenly rang out in her silent bedroom.
Jin Yaqiong suddenly raised her head.
Her phone lit up by itself. When taking photos in dark environments, the brightness of the phone would automatically increase, so she could clearly see her face on the screen.
Her dilated pupils of fear were clearly reflected in the viewfinder of the front camera.
wrong.
And the things beside her.
In the shadow at the head of the bed, which she had just repeatedly scanned with the light and confirmed to be empty, an extremely vague human figure was slowly sitting up next to her.
The outline of her arm and the object next to it were touching.
The cold is biting.
【Author’s words】
I just realized that I need to add more, I will post [Drop-eared Rabbit Head] tomorrow
Every night I could hear the sound of nails scratching against wood under my bed, and I comforted myself that it was just bugs.
It was not until I turned over just now that my hand touched a strand of wet hair.
But I have short hair, and it's dry.
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