Chapter 154
The little boy said that before, some children would hide in the kitchen because they were greedy, but now they all know what the small items hidden in the kitchen are.
Lu Jiamu immediately walked over and helped the old man search.
As a kitchen for a public welfare home of this size, it occupies a large area and is fully equipped. It is difficult to find things, and the key is that there are a lot of service staff inside.
The old man left when the time was approaching one hundred seconds and went to another room as instructed by the little boy.
Lu Jiamu stayed in the kitchen and continued searching. After a few seconds, he saw that the clothes of the chefs on the ground were swollen and stood up, gradually turning into entities that looked like real people.
They were holding various kitchen knives, meat cleavers, dining knives, forks and the like in their hands, and they all looked at Lu Jiamu with strange, fanatical and greedy smiles on their faces.
They began to wave their knives and forks in their hands, and kept shouting: "Mine... mine... eat..."
"Give me a chance!"
After hearing these words, Lu Jiamu didn't say much to them. He just pushed a food cart and parked it in the aisle they had to pass through, and continued to search around.
The chef ghosts huddled together, and the first few frantically climbed onto the dining car, trying to be the first to catch Lu Jiamu. The sharp objects on the dining car cut their bodies, but they didn't seem to feel anything, just crawling around blindly, doing their best to be crazy.
Some even threw their knives and forks with difficulty. However, because throwing requires the use of multiple joints of the whole body, they can't throw accurately at all, and either poke their companions or throw them at their feet.
After observing them for a while and seeing how useless they were, Lu Jiamu stopped paying any more attention to them and focused on doing his own thing.
A few minutes later, Lu Jiamu finally found the teddy bear doll stuffed into the gap behind the grocery basket where the ingredients were placed.
The target had been found, Lu Jiamu immediately walked out of the kitchen and closed the door.
As soon as he walked into the corridor, he saw a large object falling from a high place, hitting the ground with a heavy bang, leaving a thick mark on the ground.
With the first demonstration, there were soon a second and a third. More and more big objects fell headfirst from great heights, hitting the ground like raindrops. The sound of "bang bang bang" was endless, like some grand diving performance.
Lu Jiamu took a quick look and discovered that the monsters who had just been drooling at them upstairs had actually climbed over the stair railings and jumped down at all costs in order to reach their floor as quickly as possible.
Even though the free fall had caused severe damage to their appearance, they did not seem to feel any pain. As soon as they landed, they raised their faces and stared at the living people in the corridor with heat and greed.
They were probably hurt too badly and could no longer move normally, so their crawling appearance became even more sticky and weird.
The old man had just come out of a room and was shocked to see this scene when he arrived at the corridor. Something in his brain was almost broken by fear: "Crazy! A bunch of crazy ghosts!"
He made a quick decision and decided to take the risk of bypassing them and rushing upstairs while they were slow.
Then he discovered that not all monsters fell directly in free fall. Some ghost creatures that moved more conservatively chose to roll down the stairs sideways.
Although this speed is not as fast as jumping down directly, it allows their shapes to be preserved more completely and their distribution to be more dispersed. Each of them stared at the situation below with resentment through the gaps in the escalator, muttering something in a mess.
The old man hesitated for only a moment, and then quickly became angry again and decided to break away from Lu Jiamu and act alone.
Fortune and wealth are achieved through risk!
He saw clearly at a glance that no matter where these ghost things rolled, they would be lying prone and could not reach high objects in a short time. He jumped onto the stair railing again with a vengeance, ran a few steps on the railing like an acrobat, jumped again to grab the rope hanging from the upstairs, and began to climb up. After a while, he ran away and no one knew where he was.
Lu Jiamu didn't know whether this trick would allow him to survive or die.
But the ghosts on the first floor had already started cursing like crazy, and there were clanging and banging sounds coming from the kitchen. The noises kept bouncing and echoing in the long and narrow corridor, making people's ears hurt.
The old man didn't take anything else in his hand, obviously he didn't find it. Although he didn't explain where he had just looked, there were already sounds like knocking on the door in the rooms he had opened, which was easy to distinguish.
For some reason, the monsters that were falling freely didn't seem to be very interested in Lu Jiamu. After looking at him for a few seconds, they cursed and roared and climbed upstairs again.
Lu Jiamu was also happy that they would not bother him, so he turned around and went into the room that the old man had not been to to explore.
Half an hour later, Lu Jiamu finally finished exploring the room and found a hat in one of the rooms.
The doors of the rooms that were opened earlier in the order of opening have all been opened, and the kitchen door was even split open, demonstrating their fierce fighting power everywhere.
But there were not many ghosts gathered in the corridor on the first floor. There were only a few that looked confused and were standing or crawling on the ground. They were not that excited when they saw people.
Lu Jiamu pretended not to see them, found a tool to push them to the sides, passed between them, and continued to explore the second floor.
The old man probably ran directly to the top floor and never returned to the second floor. Except for the first room, all other rooms were quietly closed. Lu Jiamu could only be patient and look carefully room by room.
Halfway through the exploration, Lu Jiamu was still in the room when he heard a series of loud noises coming from upstairs, and the entire floor was shaking.
The cursing outside the door was silent for a moment. Then there were dragging sounds everywhere, and many ghosts began to leave.
Lu Jiamu didn’t know what happened up there, but he knew without a doubt that it had something to do with the old man.
He paused his exploration of the second floor and ran directly upstairs.
Then he saw that the corridor on the fifth floor was densely packed with ghosts of various shapes, all looking up.
The old man carried the little boy on his back, clinging to the ceiling with ropes like a gecko, trying his best to reduce his presence. His hands were shaking, and it was obvious that he had been in this situation for a while.
The group of ghosts below would occasionally try their best to jump up, trying to reach the old man.
As soon as Lu Jiamu came up, some ghosts noticed him, but after reaching out a few times and finding that they couldn't touch him, they quickly lost interest and continued to look at the old man.
Seeing Lu Jiamu through the crowd of ghosts, the old man's eyes lit up: "You are finally here! Help! Save me!"
Lu Jiamu felt that when he shouted for help, he was doing the same thing as those ghosts.
"I had run to the library on the top floor and was sitting quietly on a bookshelf, but they rushed over and knocked all the bookshelves over!"
Lu Jiamu seemed to know what the loud noise he just heard was about.
Although the bookshelf is very heavy, the number of these ghosts is growing explosively as the exploration deepens. They are so numerous and powerful that they can knock down a bookshelf just by pushing others.
The bookshelves are stacked densely together, like dominoes, if one falls, all will fall.
The old man is still alive under such circumstances, which shows his amazing skills.
After Lu Jiamu split up and acted separately, he always felt that he encountered very few ghosts along the way and the exploration was very easy. It turned out that they were all here to catch the old man.
Lu Jiamu thanked him sincerely: "Thank you."
The old man immediately started yelling angrily: "Did I ask you to thank me?! I asked you to..."
Then he noticed something special about Lu Jiamu.
Although the old man had watched the other person for a long time before, he didn't see him clearly. He thought that he escaped danger every time by relying on his agility and excellent sixth sense.
Now that the ghosts were densely packed, he could see clearly that this man could actually pass through the ghosts! A person who could still search below without injury was the most important person at this moment.
"Of course I want you to find all the hidden objects quickly! I can still hold on, young man!"
Lu Jiamu originally wanted to attract the attention of these ghosts and lead them into a room to help the old man relieve his stress, but it had little effect. These ghosts were quite intelligent and did not fall for his tricks at all.
The old man blushed and said, "Don't waste time, go find the hidden items!"
Lu Jiamu entered the room again and started searching.
After a while, the number of ghosts increased, and they were crowded together so densely that it was almost impossible to stand in the corridor.
Even though Lu Jiamu was still in the room, he could hear the old man yelling outside: "I feel like the candy when the wedding is being spread, the wreath when the bride is throwing the wreath! Everyone wants to get me!"
A pair of eyes stared at him with resentment below. After a period of exercise, their joints were no longer so rusty, and their jumping ability increased from only a few centimeters off the ground at the beginning to a height that a normal adult could reach.
After repeatedly charging up energy and jumping for several rounds without any results, the monsters realized that he was hiding too high and it was impossible for them to reach the old man at any time with their individual abilities alone.
Those ghosts in chef uniforms stared at him viciously for a moment, and suddenly laughed weirdly.
When they smiled, the old man felt a tightness at the back of his head.
Then he saw them huddled together, a ghost holding a pair of scissors kept waving them, crawling on top of its companion with an evil smile. They began to pile up.
Their intelligence also seems to increase as the time they are awake increases, and they begin to seek group cooperation.
The old man stared down with bloodshot eyes, but apart from trembling and trying to reduce his presence as much as possible, he could do nothing but rage helplessly: "You tm..."
But their limbs were uncoordinated, and just as they were about to stack up, they were pushed and shoved by other "people" and fell down heavily, knocking down a large area of the surrounding area, and even squeezing some ghost things on the stairs down from the upper floors.
"You are such a cutie!"
Amid the chaotic trampling, the fallen monsters struggled to get up and tried to stack themselves up again with difficulty.
Moreover, these monsters have the nature of imitating and learning. Seeing that the chef ghosts developed new ideas, other ghosts also began to imitate them, and each of them stretched out their arms to try to catch him.
This kind of combination will inevitably lead to countless falls and getting up, making the scene even more chaotic.
“Help…” The old man was trembling in the surging tide of ghosts. He could only wail at Lu Jiamu, “Young man, do I have a grudge against you? Why are you so slow in finding something? It’s been so long! I’m almost dying!”
"Ah, why are there more and more?"
"It will be there soon, just hold on."
With the help of the time he had stalled out like fishing, Lu Jiamu had successfully searched the second and third floors, found a few small items, and was now continuing to explore the fourth floor.
A few monsters that woke up late, seeing that they could not gain any advantage over the old man, began to gather behind Lu Jiamu and stare at him, occasionally harassing him unexpectedly, trying to launch a sneak attack when he was not ready, or to use the ghost sea tactics to break his mentality and give themselves a chance.
Although Lu Jiamu didn't feel uncomfortable being stared at by such a group of ghosts, being wary of others would undoubtedly affect his progress.
Moreover, his ability to transform into a virtual object is not infinite. The longer he stays in the abnormal state, the weaker he will become. So far, he has not experienced the experience of using this ability for a long time to the point of exhaustion, but if this group of ghosts continue to harass him endlessly, he may be forced into that situation.
Lu Jiamu could only continue to rummage through the boxes while pretending to be indifferent and said nonchalantly: "I really don't understand what's so good about me."
The ghosts around him stared at his movements sinisterly, and no one said anything.
Lu Jiamu changed the subject: "I don't understand why you have to come and arrest us. You seem to have lived before and have been human beings, so why are you trying to harm us now? Do people become bad after they die, or are you bad people from the beginning?"
“…”
"So you died because you accidentally entered this place, played a game and lost?"
This time, a ghost finally spoke: "You, are talking nonsense. We are... not dead yet."
These ghosts seem to be able to communicate rationally, which is a good thing.
"But do you think you still look like living people now?"
In order to refute him, the ghosts actually started talking at once: "The master here said that as long as we can catch a living person in hide-and-seek, we can become human again and gain freedom!"
"So please leave me the chance to live. I have elderly and young children at home, and I must get out."
"The chance to survive is left to me. I still have a lot of things to do outside."
Seeing that they were trying to play the emotional card, Lu Jiamu couldn't tell the truth in their words. He didn't know whether they really felt that way or were just talking nonsense.
However, even though everyone was chatting, the ghosts still attacked him from time to time. They might think that chatting with him would lower his vigilance, so the frequency of their attacks became higher.
"I want to let you go too." Lu Jiamu sighed with regret, "But my strength doesn't allow it. You might as well wait for that old man over there to slip and fall down."
The ghosts still followed him, showing no intention of leaving as he said, nor did they tell him their plans.
Lu Jiamu's men kept searching and said, "But do you really believe what a little brat said? Wasn't it the brat that caused you to become what you are today?"
When the little ghost was mentioned, the ghosts became a little fearful.
"It's... true." A ghost with particularly retro clothes said, "I've seen it before. If you catch outsiders, you will be free. The master keeps his word."
"Did you see it walk out alive?" Lu Jiamu showed a fake smile, trying to poke its heart and break its defense. "Big ghosts love to devour small ghosts. Maybe it was eaten, but you don't know it yet. If you catch a living person, you will also be eaten."
"Once it's dead, it's dead. How can it be resurrected? If it can be resurrected, why doesn't it resurrect itself?"
As soon as they said this, the ghosts seemed to lose some of their intelligence again and began to try to catch him frantically.
Lu Jiamu changed the subject appropriately: "Also, don't you know how long you have been here? A long time has passed, and the outside world has nothing to do with you anymore. Even if you hadn't been here, you would have died of old age."
After hearing this, the ghosts actually started arguing about whether they should "let those who came in last go out first" or "first come, first served" should be followed in order.
Lu Jiamu originally wanted to instigate them to fight so that they would not affect him in the future, but the ghosts were not fooled by this and only wanted to harm him.
While Lu Jiamu was chatting with the ghosts and collecting some information from them, which he was not sure whether it was true or false, he finished searching the 4th floor and headed towards the 5th floor.
The old man saw Lu Jiamu coming up again, with a huge group of ghosts behind him, and his voice almost broke when he shouted: "Why are you so slow? Even if you are constipated, you won't go to the toilet like you!"
After falling down, standing up again and falling down again several times, the ghosts on the fifth floor became even crazier and more cunning.
They were no longer concerned with their own interests, but were only focused on lifting up the ghosts holding knives and forks, cutting the ropes that secured the old man to the ceiling, and causing him to fall down.
As for who will catch these two, it is left to fate.
Seeing the chef ghost climbing up the ghost ladder and being lifted to almost the same height as himself, staring at him, waving the big fish-cutting scissors with a hideous smile, about to cut the rope, the old man screamed again: "Help!"
He freed one hand, took out a throwing knife from his pocket, and threw it at the ghost thing.
With a "puff" sound, the flying knife went straight into the chef's forehead.
Its head tilted back sharply due to inertia and its body swayed slightly, but it did not fall due to the support of the ghosts beneath it.
The chef ghost smiled stiffly and slowly turned his head back, eyes full of resentment, and reached out to cut the rope stuck to the ceiling.
The ghosts on the ground immediately became excited, cheering and shouting like a group of fish in a frying pan. They stretched out their arms and kept jumping, as if they thought the old man and the little boy would fall into their arms in the next second.
Fortunately, the old man had several fixed sections of rope. He crawled forward and avoided the cut section. He was still hanging on the ceiling like a gecko.
The chef ghost waved a large pair of scissors in his hand and was slowly moved forward by the group of ghosts.
The old man took out all the throwing knives he had and threw them at the chef ghost recklessly.
The sound of the knife cutting into the meat was endless, but the chef ghost was just pushed back with his head tilted due to inertia, but he never fell down. At most, the old man lived for a few more seconds.
There were several flying knives stuck in its face and neck, and its eyes became more and more vicious, but there was no sign of any restriction on its movements.
These physical attacks can't kill ghosts at all.
The old man cursed and spat on the chef ghost's face: "I have never been so popular in my life, and I have never seen such a big scene. It's worth it even if I have to stay here for the rest of my life!"
The little boy was so scared when he heard him say that that he started to cry, tears dripping down his face. He opened the zipper of his raincoat and said, "Grandpa, please throw me away, as far away as you can."
He remembered that his ability was to make himself unlucky. In this scenario, it was like doubling the buff.
Here, the most unfortunate thing is probably being chased by a group of ghosts.
If he could be thrown out and far away, perhaps he could attract the attention of all the ghosts and give the old man a chance to escape. The most he could do was to continue to stay in this orphanage.
The old man's eyes rolled around: "Call me uncle."
He had noticed that the group of ghosts below felt that they were about to fall, and they all wanted to be the first to catch them, so they gathered very closely and trampled on them severely. It could be said that ghosts were trampling on ghosts, and the layers were stacked up.
But in places further away, such as the stairs leading to the upper floors, there is nothing special because of the poor geographical location.
If I had the chance to go there, maybe I could live two more seconds.
The longer you live, the greater the chance that you will survive until Lu Jiamu finds all the hidden items.
Now it has reached a situation where death is almost certain, and we can only take a chance and gamble on the probability.
The old man pulled the little boy out from behind him without hesitation, swung his arm, and threw the little boy out.
The ghosts' rhythm was disrupted by this operation, and their greedy eyes turned to the little boy who had fallen.
They all took action instantly. The one below frantically wanted to climb out and catch the little boy, while the one above wanted to climb down right away. They were already confused and almost fell into each other again.
The old man threw the object very accurately, and the little boy was thrown into an open space and was not immediately touched by the ghost.
The old man saw that this route was working. The ghost mountain in front of him had become shorter because the little boy had attracted his attention. However, the chef ghost behind him was still aggressive and wanted to cut him. So he gritted his teeth, clenched the flying knife in his hand, and cut the rope on the chef ghost's side.
The old man used the momentum to push hard against the ceiling, and the potential energy was converted into kinetic energy. He swung down directly, loosened the rope, turned in a circle in the air, and landed nimbly next to the little boy.
Only one step away from the pile of ghost hands waving and groping.
The old man picked up the little boy and was about to run, but was suddenly dazzled by a strong light. Then he found that several red dots appeared on the floor near his feet.
The ghost upstairs is about to come down.
The old man reluctantly raised his eyes and saw that it was indeed the group of ghosts in combat uniforms. Some of them looked messy, and even their helmets were crooked. They were probably hit by the bookshelves that were knocked over by the ghosts just now, and they just managed to break free.
This is really a situation where there are wolves in front and tigers behind.
The ghost walking in front noticed the two people and immediately strode down the stairs, stretching out his hand as if to catch them.
But there was a sound of breaking air behind it, and something hit the ghost's helmet, causing it to lose balance and roll down the stairs in a mess.
The old man's nerves had been stretched to the extreme. Seeing this, he pulled the little boy away and avoided the work clothes ghost that was rolling down.
It rolled to the bottom and stopped moving. I don’t know if it had died.
The ghost in work clothes high up didn't make any strange roars, nor did it suddenly rush over. Instead, it took out a few oval-shaped objects and threw them down the stairs.
With a slight hissing sound, smoke suddenly filled the fifth floor. Visibility dropped rapidly, and the fog showed a tendency to spread higher.
The old man didn't know what they were doing, but the deterrent power of the thirteen ghosts was far less than the ghosts stacked up like waves behind him.
He immediately picked up the little boy and rushed upwards.
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