"I built 75 million drying towers out of 4 million. Guess how much money I made? 75 billion!"
The blogger continued bragging, seemingly enjoying himself immensely, but I couldn't laugh.
What exactly was that thing I was scrolling through on Douyin earlier?
Ghosts? But where are the ghosts? They look exactly like living people.
Still scrolling through short videos, still watching so many popular bloggers.
At that moment, I completely forgot to breathe. My chest began to ache from lack of oxygen. The extreme fear gave rise to a kind of numbness on the verge of death, which ironically made my senses even more acute as I teetered on the brink of collapse.
I could smell the shower gel wafting from his direction.
It's the one I use all the time.
Perhaps my gaze was too direct, or perhaps my repeated turning over finally caught his attention.
Under the cold light of the screen, I saw his fingers pause slightly as he swiped the screen.
He gradually began to turn over, his face slowly turning towards me.
Finally, their eyes met, and they were almost touching!
I saw a shrunken, distorted version of myself reflected in his eyes, which were exactly the same as mine.
At that moment, I was filled with terror, as if I had seen something unbelievable, while his face remained expressionless.
Looking at him was like looking in a mirror; I gradually realized that his face was so familiar yet so strange, even frightening.
Then he finally made a movement; the corner of his mouth twitched upwards very slightly.
It seems like he's laughing.
No, that wasn't a laugh at all, but an indescribable muscle twitch that was more terrifying and chilling than any grotesque face!
Holy crap!
I finally couldn't hold back and screamed, jolting backward as if I'd been electrocuted.
In my panic, I obediently fell off the bed, hitting my head on the wall, which sent a sharp pain through me.
This shattered even my last shred of illusion. This wasn't a dream; I could feel the pain clearly.
The strange thing was still lying there on its side. After seeing me fall off the bed in a panic, it slowly turned its head back and continued scrolling through Douyin (TikTok), as if nothing had happened.
Extreme fear suddenly gave rise to anger.
What exactly is this scoundrel?!
Why is it lying there, not only mimicking my face but also using my phone?
They're still ignoring me like I'm some kind of clown.
Fear and anger were switching back and forth in my mind, making my brain feel like mush, and my temples were throbbing.
I gasped for breath, the icy air making my throat burn, and my back was already soaked with cold sweat.
I forced myself to look away from the strange thing under the bed. My gaze swept across the room: the familiar desk, the wardrobe, the crooked chair, and the coat I had just taken off.
There was nothing unusual here, yet the presence of that thing made everything feel strange and distorted to me.
No, this can't be. I can't cower in the corner like a scared quail. I have to get moving and figure out what the hell is going on!
I desperately tried to convince myself in my heart.
I need to figure out what's going on!
Is it a new trick brought about by a curse, or some kind of extremely sophisticated illusion, or is there something really wrong with my mind?
My head was throbbing with pain, and I felt like grabbing a brick from the side and fighting him.
Yes, I also have bricks in my room. I picked them up for self-defense, but I've never used them.
I tried to move my stiff fingers, then gave up the idea of fighting him.
I don't know the details of this thing. What if it has some kind of weird damage reflection mechanism? If I hit it with a brick and get killed myself, then I'm doomed.
I leaned against the wall, inching forward inch by inch, like a startled gecko silently shuffling to the bedroom door, my hand touching the cold doorknob.
These actions were performed unconsciously, like an instinctive reaction. Then, the cold doorknob jolted me awake; I was about to run away.
"Chen Yan, Chen Yan, why are you acting like a coward like Li Huai!"
I cursed myself inwardly, but the pounding of my heart was undeniable; I was genuinely terrified. This thing was far more frightening than any ghost I had ever seen.
I would rather see bloody things, or human bones, severed limbs, or even giant statues or avalanches of corpses, than see myself.
This was so bizarre. Being in the same room with him, the invisible sense of oppression and horror almost suffocated me!
After thinking it over for a while, I decided to avoid his sharp edge for now, at least to leave this most eerie area.
I jerked the doorknob and yanked the door open like a thief, scrambling into the living room and slamming the bedroom door shut behind me, as if afraid the thing would come after me.
I gave a wry smile. Luckily, Li Huai and Luo Tianhe didn't see this scene, otherwise they would probably laugh at me.
I sat on the floor, leaning against the door. I could hear my own heartbeat and faintly hear the audio of short videos drifting through the crack in the door. He was still scrolling through them, as if he were addicted.
"This bastard doesn't sleep, he stays up all night watching videos, isn't he afraid of dying from overwork!" I cursed him viciously.
I took out my phone, which I had just put in my pocket, and opened it. It was a little past 2 a.m. Not much time had passed, but it felt like an eternity.
What should we do now? Call the police?
If they say there's another person lying in my bed scrolling through TikTok, they'll probably think I'm stupid, or they'll call the police for making a false report.
Unless I call Zhang Qiang directly, he knows how many strange things are happening around me and would definitely take it seriously.
But the police station, to be honest, those police officers, relying on the benefits that come with this profession, can scare away ordinary ghosts, but this kind of estimate wouldn't even take them seriously.
As for Li Huai and Luo Tianhe, they're even less of a match. They're probably still partying in a bar right now, and who knows how much of their yang energy they've already wasted.
Calling them over would only make them suffer along with me; it wouldn't do any good.
I slowly stood up, holding onto the door; my legs were still a little weak.
With a snap, the light was switched on, and the room was instantly brightly lit. Only then did I feel a little more at ease.
But this is only a false peace.
My gaze always involuntarily drifts towards the closed bedroom door; he is right behind that door, separated from me by only one door.
After calming down, I gradually felt a surge of courage.
Should we sneak a peek at what he's doing now? We can't just watch videos all night, can we?
I swallowed hard, tiptoed to the door, and pressed my ear against the cold door panel.
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