Chapter 50: Recorder (Minor Repair) Who is the neighbor next door? ...
The comments were silent for a moment, and for a moment, no one spoke. But then countless comments started to roll in. It turned out that the system was lagging due to too many people speaking.
"What do you mean? I don't quite understand."
"I seem to have heard of this kind of incident where recordings were played outside a door before. Someone once played a recording of a crying baby outside in the middle of the night to lure single women out and then assault them."
"I played it to my cat. He used to be happy to hear other cats talking, but now he's getting a bit stressed out. He keeps scratching the floor anxiously, trying to get closer to see my phone."
"Could it be the sound of a cat being tortured? It sounds so shrill..."
"Let's go out and take a look. I've been waiting for this live broadcast for so long and finally there's something worth watching."
"Host, don't listen to the guy above. Don't go out. It's very dangerous for a girl without any fighting skills!"
Since it was a recording, it was definitely human, and most likely malicious. Chang Xile looked at the various comments on the barrage, some well-intentioned and some just watching the fun, and asked Yang Guisi, "What do you think?"
Yang Guisi pondered for a moment: "I'm good at catching ghosts, but people are a bit difficult to deal with..."
Chang Xile then asked, "Does anyone live across from you? Does the neighbor have any problem with the cat meowing every day?"
Yang Guisi glanced at her silently, then turned off the microphone on her phone before saying, "It seems she's a student renting a house. A few days ago, a few police officers came to ask if I'd seen her. They said her parents couldn't get in touch with her and were worried. They broke the lock and found out she'd died suddenly a few days ago."
This is why the counselors suddenly started to strictly enforce the rules on students staying outside their homes some time ago.
In other words, Yang Guisi is the only one living on this floor at the moment.
So, indeed, I was in the open while the enemy was in the dark, so it wasn't a wise decision to rush out. But since Yang Guisi said this situation had been going on for many days, it meant it was a premeditated action.
Then ignoring it is not the best solution.
Should I call the police? Before Chang Xile could make up her mind, the ceiling light flickered and went dark. All the electrical appliances in the room stopped working, leaving the only light source: the blinking screen on her phone.
Yang Guisi turned on the flashlight and flipped a few switches on the wall, but there was no response. Chang Xile placed his phone on the table, facing the balcony, and walked to the window to glance down. "Most of the lights in the other rooms in this building are on, only ours is out."
"The circuit breaker tripped?" Yang Guisi sighed, "But the circuit breaker is outside."
"It could have been locked manually." Chang Xile frowned. There were countless cases of single women being tricked into leaving the house. "How about calling the police?"
If someone deliberately turns off the power, it will force people to go out and check.
Yang Guisi quickly called the police. After hanging up, he looked at Chang Xile. They both fell silent and slowly walked to the door to observe the movement outside.
"Is your door strong? How about I draw a door-closing talisman to suppress it?" This was the first time Chang Xile encountered such a situation. As her adrenaline surged, her heart beat faster and faster, and goose bumps appeared on her back.
"It's so noisy, so noisy, so noisy! When will it ever end?"
Chang Xile was stunned when she heard this. She looked at Yang Guisi in confusion, but found that he didn't say anything. Then, the voices of two men suddenly came from outside the door, shouting in panic: "Ahhhhh, don't come over here!"
"Ghost! There's a ghost!"
After a loud clashing of metal objects, there was no more sound outside the house, leaving only the intermittent and meaningless cat meows that occasionally contained electronic music.
"Did you just hear that?" Chang Xile asked.
"Those two men's voices?" Yang Guisi asked back.
"No, there was a very young female voice that just yelled angrily." Before Chang Xile finished speaking, he heard an impatient "tsk" coming from outside the door.
"How do I turn off this broken machine? It's making so much noise that I can't sleep well." The woman's voice was very anxious, sometimes far away and sometimes near. It was unclear whether she was pacing back and forth, but Chang Xile did not hear any footsteps.
Suddenly, that cold female voice appeared in Chang Xile's ears: "Hey, can you hear me?"
"Ah!" Chang Xile was so scared that he leaned back and sat on the floor.
"What's wrong with you, Xile?" Yang Guisi had felt that Chang Xile was absent-minded since a while ago, and had been paying attention to the movements outside the door. Now she looked pale, as if she had been severely frightened by something.
"Can you hear it? You can hear it!" The girl giggled, and then said to Chang Xile, "Can you please go out and turn off that damn tape recorder? I scared those two men away, so it's okay to go out now."
"You... who are you?" Chang Xile looked up in surprise, but there was no one else in her sight except Yang Guisi who was looking at her with a worried look.
"I'm Guisi, Xile, what did you hear?" Yang Guisi shook Chang Xile's shoulders.
"I live next door. We're neighbors after all, so please help me."
Two voices rang out simultaneously. Chang Xile took a deep breath, feeling the burning warmth of Yang Guisi's body on her shoulder, and tried to remain calm. After going through so much, she had become somewhat desensitized to ghosts. Besides, with Yang Guisi right beside her, ghosts were nothing compared to humans.
Strangely enough, as Chang Xile's heartbeat calmed, the eerie female voice vanished in an instant. Soon, the only sounds in her world were Yang Guisi's questioning and the discordant hum of the tape recorder outside the door.
"She said... the two men outside the door had been scared away, and asked us to go and turn off the tape recorder." Chang Xile came to his senses and repeated to Yang Guisi incoherently.
"Who is she?" Yang Guisi frowned.
"She said it was our neighbor." Chang Xile swallowed and stared at Yang Guisi silently for a moment. The answer was self-evident. That was the female college student who had died suddenly a few days ago next door.
"Do you want to turn it off?" Chang Xile exhaled and tried to stand up, but found that his legs were a little weak.
"Wait until the police arrive." Yang Guisi grasped Chang Xile's wrist and slowly pulled her up. She seemed much calmer. With her eyes lowered, she warned Chang Xile, "Ghosts were once human, too, 'humans' who weren't bound by the law. Just listen to what they say."
Chang Xile only then thought of this. She finally calmed down and smiled, "My aunt also told me this."
As the phone rang, Chang Xile looked towards the source of the sound and saw Yang Guisi's phone vibrating on the table. At the same time, Chang Xile realized that her phone was still live, having been left on the table.
She picked up her phone and saw the comments were already exploding. Yang Guisi had turned off the microphone to protect the privacy of the neighbors, so the audience could only see the video but not the audio. The moonlight was bright tonight, and in that little ray of light, Chang Xile's terrified expression was clearly visible.
"What the hell is going on? Can anyone decode what the anchor just said?"
"Oh my god, isn't this the cozy cat chat channel? Why is it the legal section?"
"666 anchor's acting is good."
"It can't be an act, if it was, the host would be making a false police report."
Yang Guisi saw the call back from the police station and answered the phone. It was inconvenient to broadcast live on the case, so Chang Xile simply turned off the live broadcast room.
As soon as a bunch of question marks appeared in the barrage, the screen showed "Live broadcast has ended, jump in 5 seconds."
The police were very efficient and had already arrived downstairs. After confirming that it was indeed only the police outside, Chang Xile and Yang Guisi opened the door.
After understanding the situation from the two people, the police extracted fingerprints from the scene and said they would retrieve the surveillance footage in the corridor.
"I don't know if the suspect will come back to the scene. You can try to find another place to stay at night, and we can take you there. Or just lock the doors and windows and avoid going out. If you have any questions, please call us - you didn't go out rashly even though the power was turned off just now. Be very safety-conscious and maintain..." The police uncle gave many careful instructions and said that they would speed up the investigation.
Chang Xile and Yang Guisi nodded in agreement. They decided to continue living in the room. As for the ridiculous neighbor ghost story, neither of them mentioned it tacitly.
After the police left, the matter came to an end. Yang Guisi locked the door, fastened the anti-theft chain, and hung a glass on the door handle. Then, after thinking for a moment, he moved a wooden chair to block the door.
Chang Xile watched her walking around, pondered for a while, and asked her if she had cinnabar talisman paper.
"Drawing a talisman now?" Yang Guisi raised an eyebrow. "You think too highly of me. I'm a theoretical person when it comes to drawing talismans." She shrugged. Perhaps because she called herself the Ghost Master, the gods weren't particularly welcoming to her. If she didn't put in a lot of effort in drawing a talisman, eight out of ten times she would fail.
However, she still took out the talisman paper, stretched out her finger and prepared to bite it, trying to use the blood as a promise.
"Hey, hey!" Chang Xile quickly stopped her, "Use cinnabar. Let me try. I've succeeded twice."
Yang Guisi watched Chang Xile draw several "door-closing talismans" smoothly. Most people couldn't see it, but she noticed that there was a faint flow of energy on the surface of the talismans, emitting a faint flash in the moonlight.
This is the finished painting.
"They really do favor you." Yang Guisi rarely spoke with sarcasm.
This kind of thing really depends on fate and you can't envy it.
Chang Xile carefully pasted "door closing talismans" on the doors and windows, then clapped his hands and breathed a sigh of relief.
The two of them tidied up the house again, and Chang Xile finally remembered the tens of thousands of audience friends she had hastily left behind.
She opened the webpage with some trepidation, and immediately a video was pushed to her. Upon closer inspection, she saw it was a recording of her account.
A familiar marketing voice explained the beginning of the livestream, briefly highlighting "Blue Eyes"'s two consecutive successful interpretations of cat language. Then, a strange cat voice was heard outside. At this point, the livestream had completely deviated from its original purpose. However, it was this strange and mysterious plot that attracted even more curious viewers. Word spread quickly, and before they knew it, the number of viewers in the livestream had nearly surpassed the average audience for "Ghost Secretary"'s livestreams.
They speculated on what Chang Xile was saying based on the slight movement of his lips revealed in the moonlight, and continued to add mystery to the unresolved matter, making the story even more mysterious. Chang Xile's number of followers has also exceeded 30,000, and many people are curious about the follow-up of the incident.
Yang Guisi looked at the direction of the comments and felt a bit amused and helpless. "Although the direction is not quite right, the publicity effect is better than expected."
Chang Xile was a little upset that her previous promise had not been fulfilled. Finally, the first update appeared under her account:
[Sorry, due to an emergency, the live broadcast ended early. We will make up for the missed connection next time.]
As for the comments asking for details of what just happened, Chang Xile did not respond in order not to affect the police investigation as the suspect has not yet been arrested.
This farce continued to ferment without any response, and became a point of attack for people to satisfy their curiosity on holiday nights.
Of course, if the two of them had known earlier what this live broadcast would bring, perhaps they would not have chosen to start it in the first place.
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