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◎Grave Boy◎
[Holy crap! A response on the first seven nights?!]
[It’s over, it’s over. Rules just can’t be followed.]
[Is this kid really brave or just really stupid?]
[And then what? Grandma comes in.]
"The sound of the bolt being pulled open was so clear!" Chen Mo's breathing quickened, his hands unconsciously twisted together. "I was so frightened that my whole body froze. I didn't dare move, and I just stared at the door."
The gap in the door gradually widened, and it was pitch black outside, and I couldn't see anything.
Chen Mo waited for a long time, but no one came in. He carefully stuck his head out, but there was nothing outside.
There were no footsteps, no human figures, only the wind that squeezed in through the crack in the door, bringing with it a chill that penetrated into his bones and gave him goose bumps.
Time seemed to freeze. He stared at the crack in the door, not knowing how much time had passed, perhaps a few minutes, perhaps dozens of minutes, before his taut nerves finally reached their limit.
The feeling of exhaustion brought about by excessive tension swept over his whole body, and Chen Mo's calves trembled uncontrollably.
His back leaned against the seat with a dull thud, his vision began to blur, his eyelids felt heavy as if filled with lead, and the intense fatigue mixed with the lingering fear dragged him into a semi-comatose state.
Chen Mo's consciousness sank in and out, and he eventually couldn't resist his body's protest and fell into a coma.
"Normally I don't sleep past 3am, but yesterday was really strange. It was more like I was unconscious than asleep. It wasn't until the morning that my parents came and woke me up."
Yesterday, apart from someone outside calling his name and him answering, nothing else strange happened.
Today is the seventh day after grandma's death. Chen Mo has not dared to tell the people outside that he had agreed to speak yesterday.
He had been in a bad mental state for the past two days, but today he forced himself to help his parents tidy up the altar, place offerings on it, and light incense and candles.
Grandma's portrait was still placed in the main room. Chen Mo kowtowed to the portrait several times, hoping that grandma would not scare him again.
His parents still had to prepare some things and probably wouldn't be back until evening, so Chen Mo was the only one left in the room again.
The first few hours were calm and Chen Mo's tense nerves relaxed a little. He moved the box that his grandmother often used to the corner of the wall and carefully checked the doors and windows to make sure they were all locked tightly.
The sunlight came in through the window, dispelling some of the coldness in the house.
Chen Mo began to suspect that he might have misheard yesterday, or that he was just having a nightmare.
He sat on the creaky old rattan chair in the main room, trying to convince himself.
The feeling of fatigue came over him again, and he felt a little drowsy. Just when he was half conscious, he seemed to catch a glimpse of something on the ground in the middle of the hall out of the corner of his eye.
It's not an illusion.
Chen Mo sat up straight abruptly, his heart suddenly tightening.
Just a few steps away from him, two things were lying quietly.
One was an old wooden comb with several teeth missing and the wooden handle polished to a shine. It was something my grandmother had used for half her life and had always been kept at the bottom of her treasure box.
A faded, coarse cloth sewing kit with a rusty sewing needle pinned to it.
Chen Mo remembers these two things clearly!
Before grandma was buried, he carefully folded them with his own hands, along with a few old clothes that grandma was reluctant to wear, and placed them in a locked box in the corner.
How did they get here?!
He rushed to the corner and opened the lid of the box.
The clothes were still there, but the comb and sewing kit were gone, they had really gotten out!
Chen Mo turned around suddenly and stared at the thing on the ground. At this moment, he caught a glimpse of several deep scratches on the inside of the door frame of the inner room, and the wood chips were curled up to form a crooked number.
“3”.
Chen Mo's blood ran cold. He was very sure that this didn't happen last night. Could it be the thing that called his name yesterday?
Not only did it come in and rummage through everything, it even left its mark!
What does “3” mean?
Three days, three hours, or three people?
Chen Mo's voice trembled: "Anchor, was that really my grandma yesterday? And what does this 3 mean?"
He still doesn't dare to move anything. Those things are still on the ground, and the marks on the door are still there.
Jiang Chuxu's gaze swept across Chen Mo's pale face across the screen, then passed by the two glaring relics on the ground, and finally landed on the door.
"The one you let in is not your grandmother." Jiang Chuxu's tone was flat, but it had a great impact on Chen Mo, and his body shuddered.
Chen Mo had a sad face. He would rather it was his grandmother who was let in.
"It's a slick old ghost," Jiang Chuxu explained in simple terms, "and waits for the moment when the place is empty to pretend to be dead and trick the living into opening the door. If you answer, it's like letting it in."
"As for those things placed on the ground, they are usually made by these ghosts to scare people."
The little black cat in Jiang Chuxu's arms gurgled in his throat and swung the tip of his tail lazily, as if agreeing with what he said.
"As for the number 3, it's even simpler. It simply means three days."
When Chen Mo heard this, his heart completely died. It really lasted for three days.
At this time, Jiang Chuxu had not turned on the sharing function. If Chen Mo saw the ghost squatting in the corner, who knows how scared he would be.
But Chen Mo didn't know, so he asked, "Is the ghost nearby now?"
Jiang Chuxu was silent for a few seconds before he said, "Yes."
And it's right next to it.
Of course, Jiang Chuxu was kind enough not to say this, but just silently opened the sharing plug-in.
Chen Mo's breathing stopped instantly. He didn't even look at the screen, but just froze in place, not daring to move his eyes. He felt a chill on the back of his neck, as if something was blowing at him.
Just then, he looked up.
Originally, the screen only showed his frightened face and the dim background of the main room. But at this moment, in the lower right corner of the screen, where grandma's old box was placed, there was an extra object.
The thing could barely make out a human figure. It was curled up and squatting there with a twisted and weird posture, almost blending into the corner of the wall.
Its facial features were still quite clear, and it could be seen that this ghost was at least seventy or eighty years old. Its eyes were staring straight at the camera of Chen Mo's mobile phone.
"Ah!" Chen Mo was so scared that his soul flew away. He let out a broken scream and his cell phone flew out of his hand and fell to the ground with a clang. The screen went black in an instant.
The live broadcast room's barrage was instantly flooded with "Oh my god!"
【Scare me】
[Fuck, he's squatting in the corner]
[What the hell is this? It’s a black mass.]
Chen Mo rolled and crawled backwards, his back hitting the cold wall hard. His whole body was shaking like a sieve, his teeth were chattering, and he couldn't even utter a complete sentence.
Knowing that ghosts exist and seeing ghosts are two completely different things. When he watched other people's live broadcasts, he thought he had a strong ability to accept things.
It seems that he is quite fragile mentally now. Chen Mo hugged himself, and the only thought in his mind was that he would never respond to anyone casually again.
Who would have thought that just by responding, a ghost would be let in.
A talisman suddenly appeared between Jiang Chuxu's fingers. Her hands were placed relatively low, so the audience in front of the screen did not see this scene.
This talisman is naturally also a reward from the system.
However, before taking action, Jiang Chuxu first looked at the ghost's memory.
The first thing that comes to my memory is the scene before its death. It had no wife or children. The cause of death was that it fell after drinking too much and hit the corner of the table. In the end, it was the neighbor who found out that it had not appeared and called the police.
Maybe it was because of its distorted psychology, so after it died it turned into a ghost and kept wandering around looking for opportunities to harm people.
The most famous custom in the area is to keep the sky empty. On that day, no matter who calls your name, you cannot respond. It relies on this custom to harm people.
This is not the first time it has harmed people in this way. The first time it used this method, it was not very strong and only made the person seriously ill.
After that, it became stronger and stronger, and was even able to seduce others to respond to it, so it killed several people.
Jiang Chuxu felt that there was no need to talk nonsense anymore, so she threw the talisman paper in her hand.
The talisman paper suddenly appeared beside Chen Mo, but Chen Mo had his eyes closed at the time, so he didn't see it.
The old ghost who was grinning silently at Chen Mo, revealing a mouthful of yellow, black and rotten teeth, suddenly froze in his hideous smile.
It felt threatened and wanted to escape.
But the talisman seemed to restrict its ability to move, making it unable to move even though it knew of the danger.
Chen Mo only felt a cold wind blowing across the back of his neck and cheeks, making him shiver with cold.
Then a "sizzling" sound appeared in his ears, and disappeared completely after a while.
The cold feeling dissipated quickly like the receding tide.
The main room is still the same main room. The sunlight shines in through the window, and the floating dust in the air is clearly visible.
Grandma's old box was lying quietly in the corner, and the wooden comb and sewing kit on the ground had disappeared. Everything that had just happened seemed like a nightmare.
Jiang Chuxu said: "Okay."
"Okay... okay?" Chen Mo's voice was shaking, filled with confusion and disbelief after surviving a disaster.
He tentatively moved his stiff fingers, then slowly raised his head and looked around cautiously.
He woke up as if from a dream and frantically touched the phone that had fallen to the ground.
The screen wasn't broken, just a little dusty. His hands were shaking so badly that it took him several tries to pick up the phone.
The screen lit up, and the live broadcast resumed, showing his pale face again.
His first reaction was to look sharply towards the lower right corner of the screen. That corner was empty except for his grandmother's old box.
Chen Mo looked at the still calm Jiang Chuxu on the screen, and finally couldn't control his tears and burst out: "Thank you, host! I will send you an electronic banner!"
After saying that, he gave a few more gifts.
"Find something to cover up the carving later, otherwise other ghosts will come. Also, put a pair of scissors under your pillow when you sleep at night, with the blade facing outwards." Jiang Chuxu said a few words and ended the call without waiting for Chen Mo's reply.
The live broadcast room was silent for a few seconds, and Jiang Chuxu looked at the private message in the background.
One of the messages caught her attention, and it was sent by the default username.
[User 3312]: Streamer! Three people in my hometown woke up with their hair and scalps ripped off in pieces! My family said it was a ghost and told me not to ask about it or talk about it. Those three people have been sent to the hospital, but I'm scared because I have a feeling something might happen to me tonight.
Jiang Chuxu raised his eyebrows. Peel off the scalp?
【Jiang Chuxu】：Address
User 3312: Huaishu Village, Baiyang Town, Jiang'an City
After sending the address, this person sent another message, which was a voice message.
The voice content is: Anchor, it seems to be coming, help!
【Author’s words】
I am afraid of the dark, so I always sleep with a night light on.
I woke up in the middle of the night and found that the light was off. I groped in the dark to turn on the switch.
But what my fingers touched was not a night light
But the skin is cold and smooth, and seems to have some slight bumps.
I'm not sure if this description is accurate.
But I think what I touched was... a baby
Because in the darkness, I heard the baby sucking contentedly
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