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◎Elementary School+Headless Ghost◎
The night is as dark as ink, so thick that it cannot be dissolved.
Jiang Chuxu and her colleagues from the special department had already arrived outside Aozigou Primary School. As soon as she arrived there, she saw the evil energy lingering over the primary school.
Jiang Chuxu stood on a small hill outside the village. The night wind lifted the loose hair on her forehead. Behind her were some tents that had already been set up.
Xiao Hei squatted at her feet, his pupils glowing slightly in the darkness, and he also glanced vigilantly at the buildings not far away.
"The one with the heaviest yin energy..." Jiang Chuxu's gaze swept across the three five-story buildings arranged in a triangular pattern, finally settling on the one at the back. "The women's dormitory."
The entire school is filled with negative energy, but it is particularly noticeable in the girls' dormitory, which is completely different from the more mixed and chaotic atmosphere in the teaching building.
"Meow." Xiao Hei called out softly, and his tail gently swept across Jiang Chuxu's trouser legs.
Aozigou Primary School is halfway up the mountain and it's a bit cold at night.
Jiang Chuxu bent down and picked up Xiao Hei. His fingers unconsciously scratched its chin, and then he muttered to himself, "Tomorrow we'll go to the teaching building first, then to the girls' dormitory."
She had no interest in fighting in the dark in the middle of the night, so after determining her target, she turned around and walked into the tent with Xiao Hei in her arms.
Other colleagues are still debugging various equipment, but they basically go to bed at midnight so that they can be in better condition in the morning.
The next day, early morning.
The sun pierced through the clouds and shone on the overgrown playground of the abandoned primary school.
Jiang Chuxu, wearing sportswear and holding Xiao Hei, walked through the half-human-high grass towards the main teaching building with a mottled exterior wall.
This time, the special department prepared a camera clipped to the collar, facing forward. On the special department side, Ding Yucheng and others stared at the screen.
Jiang Chuxu first looked at the classrooms on the first floor. There were no desks or chairs inside, not even broken ones. It was impossible for them to be so clean when the school moved. They must have been cleaned out by people from the K organization.
The first floor was basically empty and nothing was found. Jiang Chuxu happened to walk to the stairwell on the far left.
There was an iron gate in the stairwell of this abandoned primary school. She pushed it gently, and the rusty door was pushed open with a harsh creaking sound.
She stood there without moving, waiting quietly.
Ding Yucheng and others behind the screen had no idea why Jiang Chuxu stopped here.
Until a few seconds later, there were sudden thuds and clicks in the stairwell.
It sounded like someone was tumbling down the stairs, and there was a sound of bones breaking.
These two sounds suddenly sounded above the stairs, repeating in a continuous loop.
It was quiet every three minutes, and then about a minute later, the familiar sound came again.
Jiang Chuxu looked up.
In the middle of the stairs, a blurry figure of a man wearing torn work clothes stained with mortar appeared from the corner in a twisted posture, and then rolled down again and again.
Every time I rolled over, my body would hit the concrete steps, making a familiar sound.
What she just heard was the ghost rolling down from upstairs.
The figure's face was frozen in pain and despair, with empty eyes. After each "death", it would instantly reassemble and appear at the starting position, only to fall again.
Jiang Chuxu explained in a low voice: "This is probably a failed product made by Organization K. This ghost is stuck at the moment of death, and the pain keeps repeating."
It was very similar to one she had dealt with during a previous live broadcast.
It seems that the person was using the little ghost created by the K organization. The soul of this worker has been trapped here for several years. I didn’t expect that K had been studying these things so early.
Ding Yucheng and others were still discussing it just now, and after hearing what was said, they cursed the people from K organization again.
Jiang Chuxu frowned. She saw more. This ghost was forcibly nailed to this cycle. Each repetition was accompanied by the pain of soul being torn apart. K's people wanted to use extreme pain to stimulate resentment, but they failed unexpectedly. They only created a defective product that could not be controlled and was full of pain.
"Enough." Jiang Chuxu's voice was not loud, but it clearly penetrated the repetitive impact sound.
She raised her left hand and pointed vaguely in the direction of the stairs.
The necklace on the fingertips felt slightly hot, and a gentle force instantly spread out, precisely enveloping the blurry figure that was falling.
The figure's tumbling movement suddenly froze, as if the pause button was pressed.
The pain on the worker's face turned into confusion, and his empty eyes seemed to turn slightly and look in the direction of Jiang Chuxu.
Jiang Chuxu looked at the memory of the worker ghost. It was indeed rolled down the stairs. It was not K's doing. Logically speaking, it was not a ghost that died suddenly and should not be trapped in the loop.
But just after it died and was still in a daze, it was noticed by someone from the K organization. At that time, the K people needed a large number of ghosts for experiments. The person happened to be worried about his performance, so he took the worker ghost away according to the instructions of the master in the organization.
The abandoned primary school in Aozigou was the first base of the K organization. Because it was too remote, they thought about moving to another place, so they chose Renhe Hospital. As a result, they often made some noises at night, and some ghosts were difficult to control, so the place became a place for some anchors to explore, so the K people had to move back urgently.
As one of the first failed products, the worker ghost stayed here for a very long time, and the pain it endured during that time is simply unimaginable. One can only say that it was fortunate that it did good deeds during its lifetime, and after its death it was not taken out to harm anyone because of the failed transformation, otherwise it would have suffered even more in the underworld.
"Let me take you away." Jiang Chuxu's voice was filled with a barely perceptible sigh that disappeared in an instant.
She gently drew her five fingers inward, and the worker's ghost became transparent. His soul, injured by repeated deaths, was also sorted out and purified by a force.
Just before completely disappearing, those empty eyes seemed to light up, revealing a sense of relief.
The temperature of the necklace on Jiang Chuxu's fingertips returned to normal. She allocated some merit points, and the numbers on the system interface moved.
She knew clearly that this thing was just a task progress bar. Her own merits were as vast as the ocean, and from the system's point of view, it seemed to have been reduced a lot. However, this consumption was a drop in the bucket for her, and if Jiang Chuxu looked at it himself, he would not be able to see any reduction at all.
This little bit of merit is enough to allow the soul of this poor worker to walk more peacefully on the road of reincarnation.
After resolving the issue at the stairs, Jiang Chuxu carried Xiao Hei upstairs. Her footsteps were unusually clear in the empty and silent teaching building.
The negative energy of the entire teaching building seemed to gather on the third floor. The closer you got, the heavier the negative energy became, and the air was filled with the smell of chalk dust and old books.
Most of the classroom doors were open. It was daytime, but because of the thick yin energy, every door looked pitch black.
Only the door of a classroom at the end of the corridor was ajar, with faint light coming from inside and regular creaking sounds.
It's like someone is writing on a blackboard with chalk.
Jiang Chuxu walked over and gently pushed the door open.
The interior of the classroom was relatively clean, with a podium, a blackboard, and several rows of worn desks and chairs placed crookedly. A transparent figure in a long skirt and with a slightly hunched back was standing in front of the blackboard with his back to the door.
She raised her right arm in a stiff posture, with her index finger extended, scratching vigorously over and over again on the dusty blackboard. There was no chalk, and the sound of her nails scratching the blackboard was so sharp that it made people's scalp numb.
The blackboard was covered with unrecognizable mathematical symbols and formulas.
It didn't look like it was written with chalk, but more like it was written with blood, and the symbols seemed to be constantly twisting. Jiang Chuxu found it difficult to describe how he felt when he saw this blackboard.
The Yin energy emanating from the figure was also very gentle, but its own Yin energy seemed to be tightly entangled by an external Yin energy, even contaminated, like a maggot on the tarsal bone.
This ghost had no intention of harming anyone. It seemed like it was trying to control itself to prevent itself from suddenly going berserk.
Jiang Chuxu also took the opportunity to look at its memory fragments.
This ghost is an old teacher named Zhou. He lived a life of poverty and had many students all over the world. He should have been enjoying his retirement, but he was targeted by people from the K organization.
Initially, the K organization used some evil magic to distort her mind and transform her into an evil spirit that could bewitch people and spread fear.
But this old teacher's obsession was too strong. The bottom line she adhered to throughout her life was never to hurt students and never to do anything that was detrimental to students.
Moreover, in her opinion, the definition of students is extremely broad, covering almost all people who need guidance.
The brainwashing of the K organization failed again and again in front of her powerful mental defenses, and finally made her fall into this state of madness. The Yin energy wrapped around her on the outside was the source of pollution that was forcibly injected by the K organization but could not be integrated.
"Teacher Zhou?" Jiang Chuxu's voice rang out in the empty classroom.
The figure in front of the blackboard trembled suddenly, and the scraping sound stopped abruptly.
The stiff arm began to tremble violently, and the figure turned around with great difficulty.
It was a blurry but vaguely recognizable face of an old man, but at this moment it was distorted due to the violent conflict of his body.
Sometimes a trace of clarity, wisdom and kindness belonging to an old teacher flashed in his turbid eyes, and sometimes they were overwhelmed by chaotic malice and pain.
Her lips trembled, as if she wanted to say something, but only a "ho ho" sound came out of her throat.
The malice wrapped around her soul seemed to be enraged and suddenly tightened, trying to drag her back into chaos again.
"Meow!" Xiao Hei called out impatiently, arched his back, and his pupils coldly locked onto the entangled black energy on the old teacher's soul.
Almost at the same time, Jiang Chuxu took action without any unnecessary movements.
It was as if an invisible sharp blade had passed by, and the malicious evil spirit was like a snake thrown into hot water. It wanted to jump out, but just as it stretched out a little, it was forcibly peeled off in an instant.
The black chess piece struggled and twisted in the air, trying to counterattack, but was shattered by Xiao Hei's claw and turned into a few wisps of green smoke and disappeared.
Ding Yucheng and the others also watched this scene, and they hated the K organization even more in their hearts. They just hoped that the entire organization could be completely eliminated as soon as possible to prevent them from having the chance to make a comeback.
The moment the black energy left his body, Teacher Zhou's hunched figure suddenly straightened up a little, and the distortion and pain on his face receded like a tide, leaving only confusion and deep fatigue.
Those cloudy eyes gradually regained clarity. She looked around at the dilapidated classroom blankly, then looked down at her transparent hands, and finally, her gaze fell on Jiang Chuxu.
"Classmate?" An old voice sounded, as if it had traveled through a long time.
Jiang Chuxu looked at her and nodded.
The old teacher stared at Jiang Chuxu in a daze, then looked at the messy graffiti on the blackboard, and his eyes gradually became relieved.
She seemed to want to raise her hand to straighten her clothes, but in the end she just gave Jiang Chuxu a gentle and grateful smile.
A smile spread across her face, and her figure gradually became fainter and fainter, eventually turning into a faint light and completely dissipating into the air.
There were actually quite a few ghosts in the teaching building. After Jiang Chuxu walked out of the classroom, she sent away a few ghosts that had never harmed anyone in their lives. As for the remaining ghosts, she decided to leave them to the newcomers of Xuanmen to deal with.
She didn't rush to the girls' dormitory, but continued to stroll around the teaching building with Xiao Hei in her arms.
Her goal is very clear, which is to find things that the K organization did not have time to destroy. The special department needs some evidence, and she needs to understand the opponent better.
After opening the doors of countless classrooms, Jiang Chuxu finally found what he wanted in a classroom that seemed to have been converted into a makeshift laboratory.
There were several sheets of printed paper scattered on the dusty operating table, covered with densely packed experimental records. The title read "Low-Energy Spirit Stabilization and Resentment Stimulation Experiment Log (Third Batch)", and another one was about the expensive fusion tolerance threshold and controllability cultivation.
Jiang Chuxu didn't know how to complain for a moment. Once he used these words, they seemed quite professional.
She picked up the report and quickly glanced at it. It contained some seemingly professional "professional terms" that were probably made up by K's people themselves, as well as some data, such as how to feed ghosts with extreme pain and fear to stimulate their resentment.
There are also attempts to forcibly combine multiple failed products to create a more powerful "stitched ghost", and how to use mental pollution to distort the nature of ghosts, etc. However, the failure rate of these experiments is surprisingly high.
Jiang Chuxu curled his lips, took a few photos of the report and sent them to the internal communication software.
"I've sent you the report fragments and the location markers for the wrecked instruments. Nothing of value there. Probably from a failed disposal."
After confirming that there were no more valuable clues and ghosts that needed to be dealt with in the teaching building, Jiang Chuxu and Xiao Hei walked out of the teaching building. Yangguang seemed to have lost some of her life, and her eyes were cast towards the female dormitory that exuded an ominous aura.
The playground was very quiet, with only the rustling sound of grass. Before Jiang Chuxu walked into the girls' dormitory, he looked back at the hill not far away and could vaguely see a few tents.
She slowly walked into the girls' dormitory. Compared with the teaching building, the girls' dormitory gave people a more gloomy feeling. The wooden door was hanging crookedly on the door frame. A lot of the wall paint had fallen off, revealing the blackened bricks inside.
Jiang Chuxu walked in through the side door, and as soon as he entered, he saw a long corridor that seemed to have no end.
The walls were covered with various scratches, deep and shallow, messy and desperate, and dark brown stains were spread across the walls and the floor in large patches.
A cold air enveloped them from all directions. The yin energy here was not only dense, but also filled with a sense of spatial disorder.
It seems to be on the fourth floor.
But she didn't rush there, but slowly walked up to the second floor, where there were also things that needed to be dealt with.
She went up to the second floor and found most of the dormitory doors on both sides of the corridor were closed.
She slowly walked to the other side of the corridor, which was a bathroom. As soon as she reached the door of the bathroom, she could smell a strong fishy odor.
The light in the bathroom was extremely dim, the faucets had long been rusted, and several dilapidated cement pools were filled with dark green and foul-smelling sewage.
Just in the innermost corner, there seems to be a shadow.
Jiang Chuxu turned on the flashlight, and now she could see the shadow clearly.
It was a huge thing, made up of broken limbs forcibly stitched together, and it was still wriggling.
The thing had no fixed shape. Its main body was like a constantly expanding and shrinking tumor, and its surface rapidly switched between several distorted female faces like a slide, each face filled with pain and resentment.
An unusually thick "arm" covered with suction cups and mucus stretched out from the side of the tumor, limply resting on the edge of the sewage pool, like a giant octopus tentacle, still wriggling unconsciously.
On the other side, a few skinny sticks stretched out and scratched the cold, damp ground in vain, making a teeth-grinding squeaking sound.
“Hehe…”
Strange, meaningless noises came from inside the tumor. The moment Jiang Chuxu stepped into the bathroom, the faces that were switching on the tumor suddenly froze. Several faces turned towards the door at the same time, and their hollow, bleeding eyes locked onto her.
The huge tentacle suddenly rose up, carrying a fishy wind and mucus, and smashed down towards Jiang Chuxu's head at an astonishing speed.
The dirty pool water was stirred by the strong wind, splashing foul-smelling water.
Ding Yucheng and others widened their eyes when they saw this scene through the camera. They knew that Jiang Chuxu was very powerful and these were child's play for her. What surprised them was this ghost, or these ghosts.
They remembered the reports that Jiang Chuxu had found in the teaching building just now. It turned out that the people from the K organization had really merged several ghosts together.
Jiang Chuxu was very calm when facing the tentacles. She didn't make any big movements, but the front end of the tentacle exploded without warning, and the fishy black-green mucus and broken pieces of flesh splattered everywhere.
The tumor body entrenched in the corner let out a shrill, multi-tonal scream, as if many people were screaming at the same time, each with a different voice, some young, some old.
The bodies made up of those ghosts kept twitching and contracting, and the faces on the surface became even more distorted and hideous due to the severe pain.
Jiang Chuxu didn't even look at the exploding tentacles. Her gaze penetrated the chaotic yin energy and "saw" several broken consciousnesses that were forcibly stitched together. Each of them carried hatred for the K organization, as well as pain and despair for their own experiences.
There are four faces in total. According to the memories of several ghosts, the one on the far left is called Lin Xiu, a pregnant woman with difficult labor.
From Lin Xiu's memory, she could only observe the glaring lights in the delivery room, the excruciating pain, the baby's purple face, the midwife's panicked cries, the grandmother-in-law's harsh curses outside the door, "Useless thing, you can't even give birth to a baby!", her husband turning away vaguely and indifferently, and finally the cold blood soaking the sheets beneath her, and her consciousness falling into endless darkness.
This ghost had been dead for a long time, and because of its lingering resentment, it had not been able to reincarnate. It was then accidentally discovered by members of the K organization. In Lin Xiu's memories, there were also some experimental scenes.
Perhaps K's people regarded her as a docile mother and tried to transform her resentment into an obsession with protecting the "nest", which was naturally the bathroom on the second floor of the female dormitory.
It seems that the K organization is quite successful. The tentacle attack just now was driven by Lin Xiu because she thought Jiang Chuxu had intruded into her territory.
The owner of the second face from left to right is Wang Xiaomei, an intern at a nursing school.
It was late at night, and the hospital corridor was empty. There was only the sound of medicine cart wheels rolling and the smell of disinfectant. A patient's family member blocked the way and said that the hospital had killed his grandfather. He remembered Wang Xiaomei's face, so he wanted revenge.
A greasy hand covering her mouth, the door of the stairwell closing, the sound of the door being kicked during the struggle, and finally the desperate feeling of suffocation.
Wang Xiaomei remembered that patient. The patient was cured, but he was not as healthy as the patient's family had hoped. However, that was simply impossible. The patient's family had talked to the surgeon about this several times before, and she had heard it. The doctor explained it very clearly.
Wang Xiaomei's eyes were still wide open when she was strangled to death. When the patient's family saw that she was dead, they rushed out of the stairwell, but unexpectedly attracted the attention of others.
When another nurse from the nurses' station walked in, she saw Wang Xiaomei lying on the ground and no longer breathing. In the end, she could not be saved.
There happened to be a person from the K organization receiving treatment in the hospital at the time. He learned about the medical dispute from other patients, so that person rushed over and brought Wang Xiaomei's soul back.
The third face belongs to Zhao Xiufang, a deaf-mute who was sold to another family when she was a teenager. The man was an alcoholic and abusive. He also locked her in a leaky woodshed and did not give her thick clothes in winter, only a thin quilt.
The man knew very well that she could neither hear nor speak, so he abused her without any scruples and beat Zhao Xiufang whenever he was unhappy with her.
On the day she died, the man and another scoundrel from the village entered the house. She saw it through the gap in the woodshed, and also saw the man accept some money, and then the scoundrel walked towards the woodshed.
Zhao Xiufang knew that she might be sold to another person again. This scene was too familiar, and she didn't want to continue her painful life.
So she picked up the rusty hatchet in the corner, and chopped it down the moment the scoundrel entered. The scoundrel screamed, but soon he lay on the ground unable to move.
When the man heard the scream, he kept saying that the second-rate guy was impatient as he walked away, but he didn't know that the god of death would take him away in the next second.
Zhao Xiufang dragged the scoundrel in a little, then stood behind the door waiting for the man to come. As soon as the man came in, Zhao Xiufang performed the same action as before, but with more force.
She seemed to be using all her strength to swing the hatchet down, blood spurted out and even sprayed into her eyes.
Zhao Xiufang suddenly felt that there was no point. She couldn't escape at all, and there was a high possibility that she would be sold again.
She stared down at the still-gasping man, stabbed him a few more times without mercy, and then walked out the door.
There were endless mountains outside, and she didn't want to die in the man's house, so she chose a famous cliff here and jumped off.
At that moment she felt liberated.
It's a pity that she couldn't rest in peace after her death. She was transformed into this by the K organization.
The last face had no clear memories, only brutality and a hunger to devour everything. It was a completely failed experimental subject from the early days of the K organization, roughly stuffed into this stitched ghost, exacerbating the pain and confusion of other souls.
Organization K forced them together, and the pain and resentment tore and devoured each other.
The characteristics of the four ghosts made this stitched ghost even more powerful. In fact, K's people were almost unable to control it, so they called the master who was operating abroad, and the time happened to be two days ago.
I don’t know if that master will come. If he does, we can capture him together.
The group of ghosts in front of them seemed to be struggling in pain. They knew very well that the people in front of them were innocent and seemed to be here to save them, but they had been "cultivated" for a long time, which made them unable to control their behavior at all.
Jiang Chuxu had sent away the previous ghosts directly, but this group of ghosts was different. They had to separate before they could be reincarnated.
Jiang Chuxu took a step forward. As she approached, the ghost's convulsions suddenly intensified. The remaining thin arms scratched the ground frantically, making a harsh scraping sound, and the only remaining half of the thick tentacles also waved wildly.
She had never dealt with a ghost like this before, so she wasn't sure how to start.
This ghost is not the reason why the women's dormitory has the heaviest yin energy. Jiang Chuxu was thinking about collecting this group of ghosts first, and then slowly finding a way to separate the four ghosts after finishing dealing with things here.
She didn't say anything else, but simply stretched out her hand, and the ghost was immediately put into the necklace.
Several ghosts' hands seemed to stretch out from the necklace, and were then pushed back by Jiang Chuxu. After repeating this several times, the ghosts realized that they were no match for Jiang Chuxu, so they stayed there obediently. However, the necklace was a little hotter than usual.
In the bathroom, after the group of stitched ghosts were put away, the cold and gloomy atmosphere that lingered there suddenly became much thinner.
She clapped her hands, then picked up Xiao Hei and walked out of the smelly bathroom.
The corridor was still dim, and various marks on the wall were changing in depth and shallowness. The problem in the bathroom on the second floor was solved, but the yin energy in the entire women's dormitory did not weaken. Instead, there was a heavy feeling pressing down, and the source was very clear, it was coming from above.
A man and a cat walked up the stairs to the third floor. The higher they went, the more obvious the sense of spatial dislocation became, and their sense of direction also shifted.
The feeling is similar to the previous one in Xinghua Building, but also a little different.
The corridor on the third floor was even more dilapidated, with the light almost completely swallowed up by the thick yin energy. The dormitory doors on both sides were closed, and the door panels were covered with deeper scratches.
Xiao Hei moved restlessly in her arms, making a low gurgling sound in his throat.
Jiang Chuxu walked slowly until she reached the stairs on the other side. She paused at the staircase leading to the fourth floor from the third floor. The concentration of Yin energy here had reached a critical point.
"Let's go." She uttered only one word, holding Xiao Hei, and stepped onto the last flight of stairs without hesitation.
The moment I stepped onto the fourth-floor platform, the light suddenly dimmed, as if I had stepped into another completely isolated space.
The corridor seemed endless, with densely packed, identical dormitory doors on both sides, and the house numbers were blurred.
The air was dead silent, with only the sound of one's own footsteps being infinitely amplified in the empty corridor, with a strange echo.
Jiang Chuxu's face was calm, and the necklace became even warmer.
Suddenly the first cycle began.
“Wuwuwu…”
Intermittent sobbing sounds suddenly came from the end of the corridor.
The voice was extremely weak, filled with helplessness and sadness. It seemed particularly clear and captivating in the dead silence, as if tempting people to explore.
Jiang Chuxu didn't stop, holding Xiao Hei and walked straight towards the direction where the sound came from. Her footsteps echoed in the empty space, forming a strange duet with the sobbing.
As we got closer to the end of the corridor, the crying seemed to be getting closer and clearer.
However, just as she was about to reach the dormitory door at the end that looked no different from any other, something strange happened.
The clear sobbing sound instantly moved behind her, so close!
It was as if an invisible weeper was clinging to her back, and a cold breath seemed to blow on the back of her neck.
"Heh." Jiang Chuxu sneered in an ambiguous tone, without even pausing for a moment, his arms around Xiao Hei steady as a rock.
She didn't even turn her head, but just tilted her face slightly and glanced back out of the corner of her eye. There was nothing behind her.
The sobbing behind me stopped abruptly, as if someone was strangled.
The space seemed to distort, and the scene before my eyes rippled like water.
It was a familiar scene again, but she was now standing again at the same place where she had first stepped into the corridor on the fourth floor.
Second cycle.
“Squeak—”
It was the sound of long-rusted doors opening, and these sounds echoed one after another in the silent corridor.
The scene in front of Jiang Chuxu changed.
No longer a mottled wooden door.
On both sides of the corridor, all the dormitory doors disappeared. Instead, there was eleven layers of flesh covering the places where the doors should have been. It was dark red and still bulging slightly.
The surface of the flesh membrane was covered with thick purple blood vessels. These "doors" were wriggling slowly like living things, emitting a strong bloody smell. Some places were even dripping dark red sticky liquid.
“Tick, tick, tick…”
Heavy footsteps came from deep in the corridor, accompanied by the scraping sound of iron dragging on the ground.
A hunched figure, carrying a rusty iron bucket, slowly walked out from the shadows in the deepest part of the corridor.
The figure was wearing a dormitory manager's uniform, with his head lowered, his face could not be seen clearly, only his sparse gray hair was scattered in a messy manner.
It dragged the heavy iron bucket, moving slowly and mechanically towards Jiang Chuxu, step by step.
Every time it passes a "doorway" covered with flesh membrane, it will stop, then reach out its hand and knock hard on the wriggling surface of the flesh membrane a few times.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Dull knocking sounds echoed in the corridor.
After the knock, the flesh membrane will bulge violently a few times, like a stimulated heart, and then more dark red liquid will seep out from a certain fold.
The liquid dripped into the iron bucket dragged by the dormitory manager.
"Ward rounds." The voice came from the direction of the lowered head, with an unquestionable and strange authority.
"It's time to go to bed..."
"Those who didn't sleep must write a self-criticism."
It was getting closer and closer to Jiang Chuxu, and the stench of decay was overwhelming.
Jiang Chuxu now admires the people of K Organization more and more. They can still do research in the face of all kinds of strange events. Aren’t they afraid that they will be eaten one day?
In other words, this has actually happened, but most people don't know it.
Jiang Chuxu stood where she was, watching the dormitory manager approaching step by step. Just when that hand was about to knock on the flesh membrane wall one step away from her, she hugged Xiao Hei and took a step forward instead of retreating.
Her figure passed through the flesh membrane without any hindrance, as if passing through a layer of water curtain, as if it were just a realistic holographic projection.
"?!" The hunched figure of the "dormitory manager" suddenly stopped, and his lowered head seemed to be raised up extremely stiffly.
It has no face, and the part where the face should be is completely dark.
The entire space suddenly let out a shrill scream, and every "door" seemed to be constantly slammed from inside, like a boiling pool of blood.
The scene shattered and reassembled again.
The third cycle follows.
It was a familiar scene again, but this time there were some changes.
Jiang Chuxu glanced around.
On both sides of the doorway, which were originally covered with flesh membranes, countless arms with swollen blue and white, cracked nails and even exposed finger bones were densely packed out from the inside of the wall, the cracks in the ceiling, and even from under the floor!
The arms clawed at the wall frantically, scraping with all their might.
The nails broke on the cement, and the finger bones made a teeth-grinding sound from the friction. The dark red bloodstains mixed with the white wall dust, leaving a criss-cross of terrifying marks on the wall.
The entire corridor was instantly filled with noise and the mad dancing of countless arms.
Noise pollution, Jiang Chuxu commented in her heart expressionlessly. She even raised her hand to rub her ears which were a little itchy from the noise.
This subtle movement seemed particularly abrupt and arrogant against the backdrop of countless frantically scratching blue and white arms.
She held Xiao Hei in her arms, ignoring the arms waving on both sides like the jungle of hell, and walked straight forward.
The arms seemed to sense her approach and scratched at her area even more frantically, with some of them almost touching the corners of her clothes.
But just as they were about to touch, those arms seemed to hit an invisible barrier. They felt themselves burned, and their hands suddenly retracted, with barely detectable green smoke rising from their arms.
They howled and scratched the walls even more frantically, as if venting their resentment that had nowhere to go.
Jiang Chuxu kept walking, passing through the waving arms, and the noise gradually faded behind her.
Fourth cycle.
"Tick, tick."
The sound of dripping water.
The voice sounded above Jiang Chuxu's head.
Jiang Chuxu paused and looked up.
The originally gray ceiling above my head suddenly had a large amount of wet black hair hanging down.
The long hair hung down like inverted water plants, and sticky liquid continued to drip down, forming a small puddle of stain on the ground.
Deep within the thick, wet hair, a pale woman's face with severely dislocated features slowly "floated" out.
The face was swollen, the eyes were two bottomless black holes, with no whites, only pure black, the nose was crooked and collapsed, and the lips were stretched into an inhuman arc, revealing the uneven teeth inside.
It didn't make any sound, but just stared at Jiang Chuxu below with its black hole-like eyes.
The distorted face was faintly visible among the hair.
I don’t know if it was the ceiling or the face that was slowly drooping down, but it was getting closer and closer to Jiang Chuxu’s head.
The cold air pierced the top of his head.
There was a few seconds of dead silence.
"So, you did all this?" Jiang Chuxu suddenly spoke, and she was asking about the cycle.
She had been looking for a breakthrough point in the cycle, but there was none in the previous times. She only had a vague feeling that the ghost must have hidden itself.
What she had just seen must have been the ghost's distorted memories.
“…” The upside-down, twisted face seemed to freeze for a moment.
The next second, screaming.
The hanging wet hair danced wildly, and the distorted ghost face suddenly opened its mouth and rushed towards Jiang Chuxu's head like a cannonball.
At the same moment, Jiang Chuxu moved.
Her left hand, which had been holding Xiao Hei, remained steady, and her free right hand quickly reached upwards. Instead of grabbing the ghost face, she passed through the thick wet hair with incredible precision and grabbed something below the upside-down ghost face, which was close to the ceiling.
The feeling of grabbing it is like grabbing a ball of wet and cold mud.
Found it.
Jiang Chuxu's five fingers suddenly tightened.
A scream erupted simultaneously from all the rooms on the fourth floor. The distorted ghost face flickered like an image with a bad signal, and then collapsed.
The drooping wet hair, the dripping blood, all the distorted illusions disappeared without a trace in an instant like popped bubbles.
The corridor returned to the same dilapidated state as the previous floors, with mottled walls, closed wooden doors, and thick dust.
Everything that just happened seemed like an illusion. Only Jiang Chuxu raised her right hand, with her five fingers still clenched, as if she was holding something invisible. This thing must not be kept. She squeezed it hard, and the thing in her hand disintegrated silently.
Following her perception, she walked to the door of Room 404.
The door was locked, with a rusty lock hanging on it.
Jiang Chuxu pulled hard a few times, and the iron lock and the door knocker that fastened it broke into several pieces, falling to the dusty ground with a tinkling sound.
At this moment, she pushed the door and it opened.
The layout of the room inside the door was not that of an ordinary dormitory. There were no beds, no tables or chairs. The entire room was empty.
Only on the ground in the center of the room, a huge, complex and twisted evil magic circle was drawn with blood that had long since dried and turned black.
In the center of the magic circle, a "person" was curled up.
No, that can hardly be called a "human being".
It was the outline of a young girl, but her skin was a strange purple-blue color, covered with fine black lines. Her black hair was loose, covering most of her face. Her body was twisted in an extremely unnatural posture, and the joints of her limbs seemed to be broken in reverse.
The most frightening thing is the aura emanating from her body, which has a strange and tempting feeling.
This power is far purer and more powerful than any ghost encountered in this school before. It is estimated that this is also a successful product.
At the moment of getting closer, the purple-blue girl curled up in the center of the magic circle suddenly raised her head.
The black hair slid to the sides, revealing a pale face that was completely bloodless. It could be seen that this ghost was not very old.
The corners of her mouth stretched into a creepy smile.
"whee--"
A strange laugh seemed to ring in his mind, and at the same time, a resentment swept towards Jiang Chuxu and Xiao Hei.
The atmosphere in Room 404 instantly dropped to freezing point.
"Xiao Hei." Jiang Chuxu only uttered two words.
With a roar, it suddenly jumped out of Jiang Chuxu's arms. As its small body landed on the ground, a circle of light golden ripples that no one except Jiang Chuxu could see spread out with it as the center.
The resentment was like hitting an invisible dam, and was instantly dispersed and suppressed by Xiao Hei.
The black cracks on the ghost curled up in the center of the magic circle kept flashing, and fear was revealed in its empty eyes.
Jiang Chuxu took a few steps forward. She ignored the ghost suppressed by Xiao Hei and fixed her eyes on the corner of the room, where there was a half-person-high filing cabinet with the door ajar.
She walked over quickly and opened the cabinet door.
It was filled with various scattered documents, notebooks, and some strange tissue samples sealed in glass jars.
She had a clear goal and started searching directly.
Soon, she pulled out several reports that were carefully preserved in plastic covers and had relatively clear handwriting.
One of them is the observation record of the ghost in room 404, as well as the progress report before the research, and the final debugging confirmation.
Jiang Chuxu's gaze paused on the title with a name printed on it, Lin Wanqiu?
That's the name of the ghost in this room.
She quickly flipped through the report, which detailed how an ordinary girl ghost who had originally committed suicide due to school bullying, but should not have become like this, was transformed step by step by repeatedly making her feel resentful and subjecting her to various tortures, ultimately erasing her self-awareness and turning her into just a "perfect container."
The data is detailed, the logic is clear, and the report is chillingly cold. Some information is also noted at the end of the report.
[Status: Stable, Controllability: Poor, Transfer Preparation: Ready, Transfer recommended.]
The date was surprisingly a few days ago. Apparently, before the people from the K organization had time to transport this "successful product" away, they were blocked in their lair by the special department.
Jiang Chuxu cursed in a low voice, his tone cold.
She quickly took photos of all the key reports with her miniature camera and then sent their locations.
After doing this, she turned around and looked at the center of the room again.
Xiao Hei still squatted steadily at the edge of the magic circle, suppressing the ghost steadily.
"Lin Wanqiu?"
According to the report, K's people had changed her name into a string of numbers in order to prevent the ghost from recalling previous events and affecting the experiment.
The purple figure trembled, a little bit unable to believe it.
It felt a little familiar with the name, but more confused.
"Tsk." Jiang Chuxu let out a short breath, with a bit of helplessness, K these scumbags.
Xiao Hei's pupils were fixed on the center of the magic circle, and his body did not move.
Jiang Chuxu didn't look at the ghost again. He glanced around the room. In addition to the filing cabinet, there were several old instrument boxes covered with dust piled in the corner.
She walked over and casually opened a lid. Inside were some metal plates wrapped with wires and several broken glass jars. At the bottom of the jars was a dark red dried substance that was of little value.
She walked to the edge of the huge blood-colored magic circle again, and casually tapped the dried black blood on the ground with the tip of her shoe. A chill tried to penetrate upwards along the sole of her shoe.
However, Jiang Chuxu didn't take this little bit of power seriously at all. As soon as the cold aura touched her, it was like a drop of water falling on a red-hot iron plate, and was evaporated by her merits in a "sizzling" sound.
"How flashy." Jiang Chuxu commented, raised his foot and crushed the bloodstain, completely crushing the remaining evil power.
She looked again at "Lin Wanqiu" who was suppressed by Xiao Hei and could not move. The report said that this ghost had its self-consciousness erased and turned into a "perfect container."
container……
Looking at the pure and seductive yin energy on it, it is quite "pure", so pure that it makes people uncomfortable.
The temperature of the necklace continued to rise. Jiang Chuxu knew clearly that if an ordinary person from the Xuanmen sect came into contact with this ghost, his mind would be damaged at best, and he would go crazy at worst, not to mention ordinary people.
Fortunately, they acted quickly, otherwise it would have taken some effort for them to catch it back after releasing it.
It's not easy to send this ghost away. It's not that it can't be sent away, but it will be troublesome to restore its self-awareness and clear the resentment in its body. Jiang Chuxu sighed silently.
Otherwise, forget about anything and just send her directly to the underworld. The underworld will definitely have a way. She doesn't like to force herself to take on things that she is not sure about. This would be irresponsible to these ghosts.
Even if an accident happens, she will be fine, but these ghosts may not feel good.
Once she made up her mind, she no longer hesitated. The space seemed to be torn apart, and an indescribable cold and chilling aura instantly spread out.
In the center of the magic circle, the purple-blue figure seemed to be grasped by an invisible giant hand, pulling it towards the gap.
A faint sigh was heard from the other side of the gap.
The negative energy around Lin Wanqiu continued to counterattack, but was wiped out by the power coming from behind the gap.
After a few breaths, the sound subsided. When the gap was about to close, Jiang Chuxu thought of the stitching ghosts in the necklace. He decided to let the underworld deal with these as well.
So she decisively stuffed the stitched ghost in. The next second, the forcibly torn gap disappeared instantly like the surface of water healing, as if it was afraid that she would stuff a few more ghosts in.
The ghost messenger in charge of receiving them was stunned when he saw Lin Wanqiu and the Stitching Ghost. "No, aren't all the people from Xuanmen being sent directly down now?"
Are we just going to leave the matter to them instead of dealing with it?
The ghosts of the underworld: ...I can’t believe it
On Jiang Chuxu's side, the center of the magic circle was empty, without even a wisp of smoke left. The "perfect container" carefully crafted by the K organization, along with the vast amount of resentment in it, was packed up by Jiang Chuxu and stuffed directly into the passage to the underworld.
Xiao Hei shook his ears, and his fur smoothed down completely. He meowed lazily, walked back to Jiang Chuxu's feet, and rubbed her trouser legs.
"Done." Jiang Chuxu bent down and picked up Xiao Hei, rubbed its furry head, and said in a relaxed tone, "This damn place is finally clean."
She glanced around the empty Room 404. After Lin Wanqiu was sent away, the heavy feeling in the entire women's dormitory completely dissipated, and the air seemed to circulate a little.
She could clearly feel that the remaining evil spirits in the building were all from some insignificant little ghosts, or perhaps they were ghosts that had done evil in their lifetime and that she had left behind specifically for the newcomers of Xuanmen to practice with.
Mission accomplished.
She held Xiao Hei in her arms, turned around and walked out of Room 404. The corridor returned to its dilapidated but normal appearance.
She walked downstairs slowly. When she passed the door of the bathroom on the second floor, the fishy smell had faded a lot, but Jiang Chuxu did not stop and continued to walk downstairs.
Outside the women's dormitory, the sunlight seemed to be a little brighter than before. As Jiang Chuxu walked out of the side door, he heard the sound of a car in the distance, followed by a burst of hurried footsteps.
On the hillside, several off-road vehicles rushed down, kicking up dust, and stopped at the edge of the playground.
The car door banged open, and Ding Yucheng rushed out fully armed with a dozen colleagues from the special department, holding various detection instruments in their hands. They looked nervous and excited as if they were about to sweep the battlefield.
"Comrade Jiang, are you okay?" Ding Yucheng ran in front and shouted from a distance.
They had just seen it from Jiang Chuxu's perspective, and they were not sure whether Jiang Chuxu was injured. Ding Yucheng's eyes quickly swept over Jiang Chuxu and Xiao Hei in her arms, and she breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that they were intact.
"fine."
Another team member looked at the door of the female dormitory with a vigilant look. With her mediocre knowledge, she knew there was something fishy going on inside.
"I've dealt with the more powerful ones. There are still a few little ghosts left in the women's dormitory and the teaching building. They have harmed people in their lives. I'll leave them for you to practice with. I also sent you the location of some files just now."
Some young team members knew that Jiang Chuxu was very powerful, but they still gasped when they heard her casually say that she had sent away those ghosts that were so intimidating even when seen through the screen.
Ding Yucheng's mouth twitched slightly, but he quickly suppressed his emotion and gave a decisive order: "Teams one and two, follow the plan and seal off all exits from the women's dormitory. Team two will go in, while Team one will stay outside and look for anyone who looks suspicious. Team three, follow me into the teaching building and focus on searching the laboratory for any traces, especially documents and materials."
Ding Yucheng is now in a higher position in the special department, so she is the one leading the team this time. The three teams she arranged all have people from Xuanmen.
"Yes!" The team members responded in unison, quickly dispersed, and skillfully set up cordons and set up equipment. Some of them carefully began to enter the two buildings.
Jiang Chuxu didn't follow him in. She carried Xiao Hei to a relatively clean cement step at the edge of the playground and sat down. She took out her cell phone and started browsing. Her mission was completed. The rest of the evidence collection and checking to see if there were any members of the K organization that had slipped through the net was the responsibility of the special department.
Soon, news came from the teaching building.
"Captain Ding, we've found something! Lots of documents!" a team member's excited voice rang out over the intercom, his voice tinged with anger. "These bastards are inhuman! Look at what they wrote!!"
Ding Yucheng's voice also became deeper: "Protect the scene, seal all paper materials, and remember to back them up!"
Not long after, the team members who entered the second floor of the women's dormitory also found remaining instrument fragments and stains near the bathroom.
The team member on the fourth floor also said, "Captain Ding, here are some encrypted overseas communication records. They seem to mention 'Raven' and 'Port No. 7'."
Angry curses came one after another. Even through the intercom, Jiang Chuxu, who was sitting on the edge of the playground, could feel the anger that was about to burst out.
The methods used by the K organization made even the members of the special department, who were used to seeing all kinds of strange events, feel horrified and furious.
Before, they didn’t have a clear idea of K’s cruelty. They just knew that K was working on a project to transform ghosts, but they couldn’t imagine what it was like. Now they only had disgust and contempt for K.
The ordinary members of the special department searched various reports. The people from Xuanmen had nervousness and eagerness on their faces. They all held their own weapons and cautiously headed towards the place where they felt the yin energy was the heaviest.
Soon, the sound of chanting, the sound of magical instruments breaking through the air, and the shrill screams of several ghosts were heard from the building.
On the playground, Jiang Chuxu was browsing the local news on his mobile phone, and he could hear the angry condemnations of his teammates and various horrifying report fragments coming from the walkie-talkie.
Xiao Hei yawned on her legs, seemed to find it a bit noisy, and buried his head under his paws.
Soon, people from Xuanmen came out one after another to report the situation, with tired faces but bright eyes.
"Master, I have detained two evil ghosts who are harming people."
"The three vengeful spirits in the stairwell on the west side of the teaching building were also killed."
As soon as the people from Xuanmen finished their report, other members of the special department came out with a large pile of documents. These were only a part of them. They had cleared out a lot more.
The sun began to set, casting a dim yellow light on the abandoned primary school.
Busy figures shuttled between the ruined buildings, and the faint fragrance of burning disinfectant and talisman paper wafted in the air, dispelling the remaining gloom.
Jiang Chuxu glanced at the time, then stood up, patted the dust off his pants, and said, "I have nothing to do here, I'm leaving first."
Ding Yucheng, who had just walked out, said sincerely: "Okay, this time thanks to you, Comrade Jiang. I will handle the follow-up report and bonus for you as soon as possible."
Jiang Chuxu had already paid back the remaining money a few days ago, so she was not in a hurry for the money now. She just said "hmm" as a response.
She held Xiao Hei in her arms and slowly walked across the playground toward the temporary camp at the foot of the hill.
After returning to the tent and packing up the backpack, the temperature of the necklace had returned to normal. Xiao Hei curled up on the camp bed and licked his paws.
Jiang Chuxu took out her mobile phone, the screen lit up, and the icon of the live broadcast platform lay quietly in the corner. She clicked it, and the background was full of private messages and reminders to broadcast. She swiped them away and ignored them.
Someone called her outside the camp, probably the person who would take her back. Jiang Chuxu zipped up her backpack and went out with Xiao Hei.
As soon as he got home, Jiang Chuxu washed up and went straight to bed.
It was not until the next afternoon that she felt that the energy she had consumed yesterday had been completely restored.
After finishing her meal, she clicked the start button.
When the show just started, the comments were all asking why there was no live broadcast yesterday. Jiang Chuxu glanced at the comments and didn't explain much.
She randomly picked a connection to apply.
The screen was split, with the other half shaking violently, the light dim, and the sound of crashing waves in the background.
A young man's pale face occupied half of the screen. His face was covered in cold sweat and his eyes were wide open.
"Anchor, anchor, help!" The man's voice was shaking and almost breaking. The sea breeze and the poor signal made his voice very unstable and a little unclear.
"I'm on the boat. There's something wrong with the boat. There are ghosts, headless ones, and there are several of them!" He spoke incoherently.
[Headless ghosts, how many more are there? ]
On a cruise ship, the signal is terrible.
[Big brother's face turned pale with fear]
Jiang Chuxu narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the connected screen.
"Don't panic. Tell me slowly. What ship are you on? What did you see?"
The man seemed a little affected by her calm tone. He swallowed hard, his voice still trembling: "It was an old sightseeing cruise ship, the 'Sea Breeze'. I couldn't sleep at night and was on the deck enjoying the breeze. As a result, I saw..."
He seemed to be recalling an extremely terrifying scene, and his voice suddenly rose, with a tearful tone: "Over there, on the other side of the deck, there are three ghosts wearing those white dresses and no heads. They are dancing. Yes, dancing! There is no space at the neck, and they are spinning in circles!"
As he spoke, he pointed his finger in horror to the right side of the screen. The camera of his mobile phone also shook violently, sweeping across the dark deck area illuminated by the faint ship lights. The sound of waves hitting the hull became clearer.
[White dress and old-style cruise ship, classic horror movie configuration]
[Brother, please hold the camera steady, let me see]
[A dancing headless girl?]
In the direction of the man's finger, the camera panned across a row of railings.
Sudden.
Just at the edge of the camera, when the picture is about to move away.
Something suddenly popped out from under the railing!
That's not a human head.
It's a piece of neck!
The broken end was jagged, as if it had been torn off by some tremendous force, with the skin and flesh rolled up. It just stuck out a little bit abruptly and straight from under the railing, as if silently "looking" at the camera.
The barrage went completely crazy at that moment.
What’s scarier than a ghost is a mutilated ghost, because you don’t know where the rest of her is.
【Ahhh what is that! 】
Is it moving?!
[Brother! I think there's one behind you too. I just saw it!]
[Damn, I saw that just now, I thought it was an illusion]
The last few comments flooded the screen, and the man obviously saw them as well. He was shocked all over, and the last trace of blood on his face faded away.
He was like a frozen puppet, shaking his hands extremely slowly, and he turned the camera back.
The camera focused back on his own face, which was twisted with utter terror.
As his face took center stage on the screen.
Behind him, in the darkness of the cabin entrance, completely engulfed by shadows.
Another thing emerged silently.
It was also a pale and wet neck.
The broken end is equally hideous and terrifying.
They were almost touching the back of the man's neck.
There were constant giggling sounds coming from all around, as if they were enjoying the man's fear.
Several headless ghosts behind him kept approaching, and one of them had its neck completely pressed against his.
The wet touch made the man tremble all over, and the blood from the headless ghost's neck dripped onto his body.
The headless ghost moved his neck to fit more snugly, as if the man had been born with two necks.
The air in the entire live broadcast room seemed to freeze completely, leaving only the man's desperate gasps.
【Author’s words】
I'm back to life. I applied some plaster for a few days. It didn't help much, but it had a good psychological effect. [Rainbow fart]
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