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◎Plaster Ghost + Female Ghost Book◎
"Don't worry, you will be fine." Seeing that the person's mind seemed a little confused, Jiang Chuxu comforted him.
The caller calmed down a bit after seeing Jiang Chuxu. Her voice came through the microphone, trembling noticeably and with suppressed gasps: "Hello, host. My name is Zhao Yufeng, and I'm a junior at Jiangzhou University."
She swallowed, trying to keep her voice steady. "I got a job in the campus part-time job group. It's about sorting out the plaster statues in the art room on the top floor of the old teaching building. The pay was okay, so I came."
Her camera slowly turned, showing the long-abandoned art room.
The light here was extremely dim. The windows were all sealed with wooden boards, and only a few rays of light leaked through the gaps in the nailed windows.
The air was filled with the dry, choking smell of plaster powder. Hanging on the walls were several paintings that had long since turned yellow and curled at the edges. The contents were blurred, adding a touch of eeriness.
The most eye-catching thing is the plaster statues, there are an astonishing number of them, some standing, some sitting, some half-body, with stiff postures and empty eye sockets that look very scary in the dim light.
"I felt something was wrong the moment I walked in," Zhao Yufeng lowered his voice, a hint of self-mockery. "It's too quiet, eerily quiet, and..."
Having said this, she paused, as if organizing her words, and the camera once again swept across rows of plaster figures.
“I always feel like they’re looking at me.”
From the moment she came in, Zhao Yufeng felt that the eyes of these plaster statues seemed to move as she walked. She even saw through the mirror that one of the statues moved behind her.
There's no wind here, and the plaster statue is heavy, so it definitely couldn't be the wind.
[This environment is really a critical hit at the start]
[I'm scared of the mannequins in clothing stores, but this plaster statue is even scarier]
[So many? This must be the work of countless students.]
Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. Although we can't do anything, we can comfort you.
[I really feel like everyone is going to turn their heads around in the next second]
Zhao Yufeng had obviously seen the comments as well. She forced a smile, trying to dispel her fear: "Maybe I was just scaring myself. It was fine at first. I just wanted to wipe the dust off and leave quickly."
She turned around and aimed the camera at a half-length portrait in front of her. She also shook the old rag covered with dust in her hand towards the camera.
“I’ll just wipe it in order.”
The camera moved left and right as she narrated, and inadvertently swept across the mirror again.
At the moment when the picture passed across the mirror, Jiang Chuxu keenly caught that the head of a plaster figure in the corner of the last row reflected in the mirror seemed to turn slightly.
Jiang Chuxu felt the yin energy here, but these plaster statues were not ghosts, and there were no ghosts inside.
"There happened to be a mirror here, so I cleaned it and wanted to see if there was any dust on my face," Zhao Yufeng's voice began to tighten, with a barely perceptible cry. "Then, I thought I saw someone in the back row move!"
She stretched out her hand and vaguely pointed at the plaster statue that she saw moving. In reality, the plaster statue in the corner still maintained its original posture, motionless.
"Huh." Zhao Yufeng let out a long breath and smiled bitterly at the camera, "Maybe my eyes are blurry. I was too nervous. This place..."
Before she finished her words, the camera unconsciously swept across the mirror again.
This time, the change in the image in the mirror was extremely clear. The head of the plaster statue in the corner had clearly turned towards Zhao Yufeng!
Those empty eye sockets were staring straight at the front of the mirror, which was where Zhao Yufeng was.
"Ah!" Zhao Yufeng saw it clearly this time, and a short scream came out of her mouth. She turned around and looked towards the corner as if she had been electrocuted.
She gritted her teeth, not knowing what to say or do for a moment.
"It's not an illusion, host, it really moved, it's looking at me!"
She had finally calmed down a bit, but this scare made her even more nervous than before.
[That head really turned! ]
[Ahhh, I got goosebumps]
[Girl, run! What are you still filming? ]
Materialism collapses at this moment
At the peak of this suffocating fear, a teeth-grinding friction sound suddenly rang out in the silent art room.
The sound is not loud, but it is extremely clear.
Zhao Yufeng's camera suddenly turned to the depths of the art room following her horrified gaze. The dozen or so plaster statues in the last row collectively moved forward one step without any external force, which was particularly obvious!
The dust under their feet was scraped away, leaving clear drag marks.
The sound just now might have been made by these plaster statues moving.
"They are moving, they are really moving!" Zhao Yufeng's voice completely changed.
"Anchor, they are moving towards me. They were clearly leaning against the wall just now."
She was no longer able to take pictures, and she forgot that the door seemed to be locked and could not be opened.
Zhao Yufeng was so busy screaming that she turned and rushed towards the heavy wooden door of the art room. She turned the door handle frantically and banged her body against the door panel.
Bang, bang, bang.
The banging sound echoed in the empty room, but the door didn't move at all. The handle seemed to be welded shut, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't turn it at all.
"The door can't be opened! It can't be opened!" Zhao Yufeng cried in despair. Finally, she could only slide down to the ground with her back against the cold door panel, with the camera facing forward, just in time to capture the horrifying scene.
Those plaster figures were moving towards the door step by step at an extremely slow speed.
Every time they moved, there was a friction sound and a strange clicking sound, as if they would break in the next second. Their heads were drooping or tilted, and their empty eye sockets were all locked on Zhao Yufeng who was slumped on the ground.
[This is scarier than the zombie siege]
[I am a plaster spirit]
[Anchor, anchor, call anchor]
[The anchor didn't take action this time, why?]
Jiang Chuxu had been looking at the screen calmly until she spoke, her voice instantly drowning out Zhao Yufeng's cries: "Don't move."
Her gaze penetrated the screen and fell on the slowly moving plaster figures.
The yin energy filled the entire art room, but the source was not the moving plaster itself. Her sight finally stopped on a plaster figure placed against the wall not far from Zhao Yufeng.
It was a female bust, made with relatively crude craftsmanship, with a deep crack at the chest extending all the way to the neck.
Unlike other plaster statues, this crack continuously oozes out negative energy, which wriggles like a living thing, connecting to the moving plaster statues in strands.
"It's not possession," Jiang Chuxu's voice reached Zhao Yufeng's ears, carrying a strange soothing power. "It's control. Something is controlling them. The source is the female plaster statue with a cracked chest against the wall."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Yufeng raised her head almost stiffly and looked in the direction Jiang Chuxu had directed. When her eyes fell on the plaster statue, her body trembled violently, and a chill rushed from the soles of her feet to the top of her head.
At this moment, Jiang Chuxu raised his right hand, which was placed on his leg, slightly and grasped the necklace. The invisible force penetrated the screen and instantly enveloped the entire old art room of Jiangzhou University.
In the camera, the slowly moving plaster figures suddenly became extremely sluggish, as if the slow-motion button had been pressed.
Their raised feet hung in the air, their outstretched arms were stiff, and the "cracking" sounds became intermittent.
The black Yin Qi threads connecting them began to shake violently, as if they were under tremendous pressure.
Zhao Yufeng also felt the change. The invisible pressure that was pushing on her nerves seemed to ease a little.
She gasped for breath, staring at the phone screen as if grasping at a life-saving straw.
However, although the power of control has been greatly weakened, it has not completely disappeared.
The movements of the plaster casts slowed down, but they did not stop. They continued to move towards the door with perseverance. The ones in the front row were already very close to Zhao Yufeng!
Just when Zhao Yufeng's heart was in his throat again.
Knock, knock, knock.
There was a sudden knock on the door.
Zhao Yufeng froze and turned his head sharply to look at the closed door.
Who? Who would come here? Is it the administrator?
Then, a familiar and concerned female voice came from outside the door: "Yufeng? Zhao Yufeng? Are you in there? I'm Li Ya, why did you lock the door? Aren't you done yet?"
It’s Li Ya, her best friend!
How did she get here?
The huge surprise instantly overwhelmed Zhao Yufeng's rationality. She stood up and placed her trembling hand on the door handle.
She shouted excitedly: "Xiaoya, I'm in there, please save me, the door won't open, there's someone inside..."
"Don't open the door."
The door couldn't be opened just now, but it's different now.
Jiang Chuxu's cold voice instantly cut off Zhao Yufeng's excited words and actions.
"She's not human."
These four short words were like a basin of ice water poured over Zhao Yufeng's head, causing him to freeze in place instantly, his blood seeming to freeze.
She looked at Jiang Chuxu on the phone screen in disbelief.
"But, but if it was a ghost, how could it use Xiaoya's voice to deceive me." Zhao Yufeng's voice was shaking.
"Li Ya" outside the door seemed to have heard the movement inside. Her voice was still gentle, with just the right amount of doubt: "Yu Feng? What's wrong with you? Quickly open the door, it's so cold outside. I came here specifically to see you. Didn't you say you were working part-time here today?"
The sound came through the heavy door, too clearly.
Zhao Yufeng subconsciously glanced at the screen again, and Jiang Chuxu shook his head.
At this moment, she suddenly realized that Li Ya and she were not in the same city at all, and Li Ya was busy doing experiments recently and would never come over such a long distance.
Cold sweat instantly soaked Zhao Yufeng's back. She covered her mouth tightly to prevent herself from making any sound.
There is a rectangular glass on the door, through which you can see the familiar face of "Li Ya" outside. She is wearing the same beige coat and hairstyle that she usually wears.
However, the moment Zhao Yufeng looked over, the "Li Ya" in the cat's eyes seemed to notice her peeping, and the corners of her mouth slowly stretched upwards to her ears.
The familiar face cracked into fine lines like a low-quality plaster mask, and what showed under the skin was not flesh and blood, but grayish-white plaster. The originally gentle eyes were instantly replaced by resentment and greed, and its pupils also turned grayish-white.
"Hehehe."
This is no longer Li Ya's voice.
"I found you, my new body."
Bang!
With a loud bang, the wooden door that Zhao Yufeng had tried to break open with all his strength suddenly exploded inward, sending wood chips flying everywhere.
"Li Ya", or rather, the monster wearing Li Ya's skin.
It stood at the door, its skin peeling off, revealing the cracked plaster underneath.
Deep in the crack, one could faintly see something like rotten flesh and blood wriggling.
Thick, smelly black liquid constantly oozed from its eyes, mouth, and ears, and the black liquid dripped onto the ground with a hissing sound.
「Ahhhhh——」
[My SAN is down! My SAN is down!]
What the hell is this?
This is a physical crack.
[Help! This is ten thousand times scarier than a plaster statue!]
The real fear came.
Zhao Yufeng collapsed to the ground, his mind went blank, unable even to scream. He could only watch the plaster ghost walk in on the broken door panel.
She took a few steps back and bumped into the table before she reacted.
Behind him was a controlled plaster statue, and in front of him was another ghost.
The plaster ghost let out an inhuman roar, raised its arms, twisted and spread its five fingers, and grabbed straight towards the limp Zhao Yufeng with a whistling sound.
At this critical moment, Xiao Hei in Jiang Chuxu's arms moved.
It locked onto the ghost at the door and growled from its throat.
The plaster ghost grabbed Zhao Yufeng's arm, and its wrist exploded without warning, and it staggered back a step.
It instantly turned towards the mobile phone in Zhao Yufeng's hand, as if looking through the phone to see who had hurt it.
Jiang Chuxu did not take any action. This was just a ghost looking for a substitute.
Zhao Yufeng was stunned by the sudden change and the explosion that happened so close to her, but her instinct for survival made her roll and crawl to the side to avoid it.
Xiao Hei succeeded in his attack and let out a threatening growl from his throat. He did not relax at all and continued to stare at the plaster ghost on the other side of the screen.
The plaster ghost was completely enraged and also locked onto Zhao Yufeng's phone.
The crack in its chest suddenly expanded, and even thicker yin energy leaked out.
Jiang Chuxu took this opportunity to forcibly read the ghost's memory.
The first scene is in a dim studio, where a girl with a ponytail is concentrating on refining the details of an unfinished plaster bust. Beads of sweat hang on her forehead, but her eyes are unusually bright, with an almost devout fanaticism.
The second scene was in the department head's office. A middle-aged man with a slicked-back hair sat behind a large desk, a warm but fake smile on his face. He held a few of Lin Wan's design sketches in his hands, tapping his fingertips lightly on the paper.
"Xiao Lin, you do have some ideas, and a bit of inspiration, but..." He changed the subject, his tone becoming more earnest. "It's too immature, too personal, lacking the profound social significance and academic depth that comes with it. Young people, don't always think about being unconventional. Laying a solid foundation is the key."
He casually threw the sketch back on the table like throwing away garbage. The girl stood in front of the table with her hands clenched tightly.
The third scene is in the art room late at night. Lin Wan is alone. She is curled up on the cold floor, her back leaning against the torso of a headless plaster statue. She is surrounded by discarded plaster statues, which cast twisted and strange shadows in the moonlight, like a group of silent monsters.
In her hand, she clutched a crumpled and unfolded notice, which was a rejection letter from a very influential youth sculpture competition. It described her work in official and cold terms as "shallow in conception, crude in technique, and not in line with mainstream aesthetics."
Tears silently slid down her face, leaving obvious marks. Those cold plaster statues seemed to be silently mocking her failure. She grabbed the plaster statue next to her and smashed it against the wall. The plaster collapsed and made a cracking sound.
The fourth scene is in front of the department bulletin board, where a crowd is gathered and talking. A beautifully printed award-winning poster is particularly eye-catching. In the center of the poster is a photo of the sculpture group that Lin Wan worked so hard to create but was belittled by Professor Chen as worthless. However, where the author is signed, "Professor Chen Jianming and his team" is glaringly printed.
The girl squeezed into the crowd, her face as pale as paper, her body shaking uncontrollably. She stared at the name, her ears filled with excited chatter from her classmates: "Professor Chen is amazing!" "He's worthy of being the pillar of the department!" "This group of works is so profound!"
Her world completely collapsed at that moment, and she was furious.
She saw Professor Chen standing not far away, surrounded by a group of students, with a smug and hypocritical smile on his face. He even glanced at her vaguely, with a hint of contempt and warning in his eyes.
Then, still in the art room, the atmosphere was extremely depressing. The girl stood in front of the mirror. She looked haggard, with sunken eye sockets. There were crumpled drafts piled under her feet, and plaster fragments scattered on the ground.
Her eyes fell on the unfinished female bust in the corner, which she had sculpted for herself. A deep crack had been created on the chest by hammering it open, extending all the way to the neck, like an ugly scar.
She picked up the can of thawing oil next to her, unscrewed the lid, and the pungent smell filled the air. Her eyes were empty, filled with the madness of destroying everything.
She looked at the "self" in the mirror with a torn chest, and the corners of her mouth slowly curled up into a twisted arc.
There is no visual at the end, only a feeling of falling and pain.
She has been staying in this art room ever since. Because of her presence, it has become a forbidden area in the school. It is said that it is haunted. The school once tried to demolish it, but as soon as the construction team approached the plaster statues, they would come alive and attack them.
After she became a ghost, she also killed people, including the hypocritical professor and an innocent couple who accidentally entered here.
Generally speaking, in this situation, Jiang Chuxu would ask the victim whether he wants the ghost to reincarnate, and if the victim dies, he would ask relatives.
She checked the news and asked several colleagues. The incident caused quite a stir back then. The parents of the young couple would rather not give up the money and wanted the school to investigate the truth.
Because it was shown at the time that the young couple committed suicide, but their relatives said that it was impossible after watching the surveillance video. The girl's parents also said that the girl had planned to travel during the summer vacation.
The boy's parents were the same. They simply didn't believe that their child would commit suicide. Plus, the strange screen flickering on the surveillance camera made it even more impossible.
Just as Jiang Chuxu was thinking about asking his colleagues to find the couple's parents and ask them what they thought.
Suddenly, several people appeared in the barrage, claiming to be the parents of the couple. When you click on the homepage, it is full of videos of deceased children.
It's real.
[Anchor, we cannot forgive]
[The little girl is pitiful, but so is my daughter.]
We really can't forgive
It seems that the victim's parents' meaning is very clear.
Zhao Yufeng naturally saw the comments as well. She didn't say anything, but nodded and said, "I... can't forgive you either. I really can't imagine if my parents knew I was dead, and I might commit suicide like my seniors did. My parents would definitely be heartbroken, and my mom has underlying health conditions."
Jiang Chuxu didn't say anything, just nodded, and Xiao Hei arched his back on her legs.
Xiao Hei stared at the crack on the plaster ghost's chest and let out a few sharp screams from his throat.
It was as if an invisible force rushed into the crack.
The plaster ghost's body suddenly stiffened, all movements and roars stopped abruptly, and it stared with eyes wide open, as if filled with incredible fear and pain.
The plaster that made up its body began to tremble violently. The cracks on its body spread wildly like a spider web, centered on its chest. It could only make meaningless sounds from its throat.
The next second, a dull explosion sounded from inside the plaster ghost, and its huge body, which was forcibly pieced together by plaster and rotten flesh, exploded from the inside.
Countless plaster fragments and dark red pieces of rotten flesh shot out in all directions.
As the plaster ghost's body completely disintegrated, the thick and sticky yin energy that filled the art room quickly dissipated like the tide. The manipulated plaster statues lost their support and fell to the ground like puppets with broken strings, breaking into pieces and completely turning into cold dead objects.
Deathly silence enveloped the room again, leaving only the sound of Zhao Yufeng's surviving breathing and Xiao Hei's contented snoring on the screen.
"It's solved. The door should be able to be opened."
Zhao Yufeng woke up as if from a dream. She crawled to the door almost using her hands and feet, and reached out her trembling hand to turn the twisted and deformed door handle.
Click.
With a slight sound, the door lock that seemed to be welded shut opened.
Zhao Yufeng looked at the open door, then at Jiang Chuxu and Xiao Hei on the screen, and finally couldn't control his tears and burst out.
She choked up, bowed deeply to the screen, and spoke incoherently: "Thank you, thank you anchor, thank you Xiao Hei."
[Sister, don't cry, it's safe]
[Let’s get out of this damn place!]
【Xiao Hei hides his merits and fame】
"Yeah." Jiang Chuxu replied calmly, "Leave early and don't take orders from abandoned places like this in the future."
Zhao Yufeng nodded vigorously, holding his cell phone, and rushed out of this nightmarish art room as if escaping, crawling down the stairs.
Zhao Yufeng didn't dare to stop and ran straight back to the dormitory. Her roommate was a little surprised to see her panting.
One of the roommates said, "Aren't you going to clean an art room? Is it big?"
They have a good relationship in their dormitory, and Zhao Yufeng also mentioned it in the dormitory when he took over this order.
Zhao Yufeng shuddered at the thought of the art room. She quickly waved her hands and said, "Don't mention the art room. It's too scary."
So she told her roommate what had just happened, and of course she also called Li Ya, after all, what had just happened was somewhat related to Li Ya.
After hearing this, his roommate's eyes widened, and Li Ya on the other side of the screen also exclaimed: "Huh? Pretending to be me?!"
"But the matter with that senior...I really want to expose it."
Zhao Yufeng waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, the anchor directly told us what happened during the live broadcast."
"It's quite pitiful, but I don't know how to put it. Her resentment towards the professor ended up being directed at innocent people."
The roommate held her chin with her hand. She might have felt a little sympathy, but she sympathized more with the innocent people who were killed.
Another roommate consoled him, "It's okay. We're going hiking this weekend. There's a Taoist temple on the mountain. You can go in and pray to get rid of the bad luck."
Zhao Yufeng nodded repeatedly. She even planned to take advantage of the fact that it wasn't too hot these days and bask in the sun every day as Jiang Chuxu had said and as she had learned before.
"If you survive a disaster, there will be good fortune in the future. Maybe I can get rich in a few days?" Zhao Yufeng leaned back a little. She had a good attitude.
Li Ya and her roommate said the same thing.
On the other side, Jiang Chuxu said after she cut off the connection: "The last one today."
She looked at the connection list. Most of the people were fine. There were also a few people whose Yin energy felt very mild. They were probably family members who were wandering around.
Jiang Chuxu quickly slid downwards and finally landed on a nickname called "Yueyehua".
It took a while for the connection to be connected.
"Anchor, have you heard of the Female Ghost Book?"
【Author’s words】
7.19, minor revision, added some follow-up
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