Xia's Adam's apple bobbed so deliberately that I could even see the miniature megaphone hidden in her Taoist robe.
The black thread peeking out from her collar gave her away.
"I am the spirit of the Ouija board; if you ask a question... I will answer it..."
She repeated it again.
I asked about my fortune.
I deliberately held the red pen vertically in the water stain's "palm," with the pen tip pointing at the protruding magnet under the tablecloth.
When will we be able to make a fortune?
As the red pen began to move "spontaneously," I glanced at Xia's right hand out of the corner of my eye.
Her thumb, hidden inside her Taoist robe, was pressing the remote control through the fabric, her fingertip repeatedly rubbing the "North" button.
The character "冤" (wronged) drawn by the pen tip clearly shows a pause, indicating a temporary change in the magnetic control trajectory.
“This character…” Qianqian stared at the paper: “Is it written wrong?”
When Xia's pocket watch glass shattered, I saw her fingertips, which were gripping the watch cover, turn white.
It was a detachable prop watch, and the crack was pre-fabricated at the factory.
As the glass shards hit the ground, I touched the seam at the joint of the pen barrel.
By this time, I had figured out the logic of the mechanism.
A humidifier + fluorescent liquid + magnetic pen + recording loop, costing no more than 500 yuan.
The so-called "Ouija board game" is nothing more than using sensory distortion in a dark environment to make players imagine random paths as "guidance".
Xia tapped the character "冤" (wronged) on the tablecloth with her pen.
"This character is composed of 'rabbit' on top and 'cover' on the bottom. The rabbit represents the wood element of the Rabbit (卯木), and the cover represents a shield, indicating that wealth is suppressed."
"Then...what should we do?"
I feigned surprise: "Can paying more money fix it?"
"To break through the formation, one must be sincere!"
Xia took out a real copper coin from her pocket and placed it in the center of the water stain: "Place this coin in the due east direction at the hour of Mao (5-7 AM) tomorrow, and it can turn wood into wealth."
Xiaoyue's eyes lit up, and she asked excitedly, "Sister! Can these copper coins really bring wealth?"
"Um!"
Xia nodded slightly.
The next second, her head suddenly tilted down, her ponytail brushing against the collar of her Taoist robe, her movements stiff as if a puppet had suddenly broken its strings.
It seems ordinary and uneventful, just like being tired.
But I knew it wasn't that; it was that dirty thing that had been outside the door that had drifted in.
"Are there any other solutions?"
Upon hearing that the problem could be solved, Xiaoyue's eyes lit up, and the wind she created by taking half a step forward extinguished half of the candle.
"My roommate got a fever after playing last month..."
I grabbed Xiaoyue's wrist, signaling her not to say anything out of line.
Before I could even speak, Xia slowly raised her head, and a soft "click" sound came from the back of her neck, like the sound of a dislocated cervical vertebra.
"Of course it's true..."
Her pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints in the candlelight, the whites of her eyes turned bluish-gray, and spiderweb-like blood vessels seeped from the edges of her irises.
Wow! The effect of these colored contact lenses is amazing!
The pink-haired girl gasped and took a half step back, gripping the hem of her skirt tightly.
"Sister, did you study special effects makeup? How did you do that eye white? Wow, that was fast!"
Qianqian also curiously leaned closer to look at her eyes, her hair brushing against the word "wronged" on the tablecloth: "It's so realistic! I can feel the eyeballs moving, and the whites of her eyes look like they're covered with a layer of fish glue!"
Xia didn't answer. Her mouth stretched into a wide grin, the arc of which exceeded the normal range for humans, revealing black stains on her back molars.
She suddenly turned her head and stared at Xiaoyue's neck, her Adam's apple bobbing and making a "gurgling" sound, like someone ringing a bell in her throat.
"Have you been having recurring dreams lately about someone pulling your hair?"
Xiaoyue shuddered and instinctively touched the ends of her hair: "How did you know?"
"Because of your hair..."
Xia raised her hand, revealing a few strands of hair tangled in her palm, which belonged to Xiaoyue: "It smells so good."
As she spoke, she licked her lips with the tip of her tongue, which was longer than normal and had a bluish-purple tinge at the tip, like a pig's liver that had been soaked in water.
The pink-haired girl suddenly screamed and backed away, knocking over the plastic skull behind her: "Her...her tongue has changed color!"
Xia seemed not to hear, continuing to stare at Xiaoyue, the pinpoints in her pupils beginning to spin counter-clockwise: "Ouija board spirit, Ouija board spirit, I am you—"
Her voice suddenly turned into a shrill, mixed male and female tone: "Your roommate's high fever... is going to last for three more days."
"Oh? You're going to have a fever for three more days?"
Xiaoyue looked disappointed: "Is there a faster way?"
Want to know the answer?
Xia's voice squeezed out from deep in her throat, with a gurgling sound like bubbles bursting.
His Taoist robe began to tear, revealing purplish-black skin covered with tiny scales, like a corpse that had been soaking in water for ten years.
"Let's play one more round..."
Xia suddenly grabbed a red pen from the table and pressed the tip against Xiaoyue's palm.
"Ouija board spirit, Ouija board spirit, I am your spirit. Please, Master, tell me, how long will this woman live?"
Her voice suddenly split into male and female voices, creating an eerie harmony in the confined space.
The red pen traced a crooked arc on the paper, finally stopping at the characters "廿八" (twenty-eight).
Xiaoyue's face turned deathly pale: "You...you mean Mengmeng can only live to be twenty-eight? Is there any way to prevent that?"
"The spirit of the Ouija board needs three strands of black hair."
Xia ran her fingers through her hair and pulled out three bloody stubbles.
"The first wisp inquires about the future, the second about marriage, the third..."
She suddenly moved closer, her nose almost touching Xiaoyue's forehead: "Restore your lifespan."
Xia opened her palm, and three stubbles lay quietly in her hand: "The third one is your turn. Pluck it out, make sure it's all there, with the roots and blood."
Xiaoyue's lips moved, but no sound came out.
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