Chi Shen jumped lightly, and his overly white hands passed through the ceiling. He seemed to have grabbed something on the ceiling, and with the force of being grabbed, he lifted himself up and passed through the ceiling.
This is a very normal thing for ghosts, and Ji Xingchen could do it too. He just looked up and watched Chi Shen leave. He didn't float up until Chi Shen disappeared. He even stopped for a moment when he touched the ceiling before passing through the ceiling and coming upstairs.
The layout upstairs is exactly the same as that of the downstairs. The pattern on the TV cover is so gentle, and the sofa is exactly the same age. It looks like a copy of the room downstairs.
"How come there is a height scale here too...even the words on the wall are exactly the same!" Ghost Face jumped up from Chi Shen's shoulder and asked curiously, "But it seems like there are still people living here?"
Unlike downstairs, there was no dust on the furniture here and the lights were on.
The old-fashioned incandescent light bulbs seemed to be shaky at night, and the TV cover in the living room was also lifted up.
The TV screen was on.
There was a child with a blurry face on the screen. He sat in front of the camera a little awkwardly and asked carefully, "Dad, I feel light and fluttery. It's so strange."
A somewhat indifferent man's voice came from outside the screen: "Look at the camera."
The child nodded: "Oh, OK."
"The first phase of the experiment record," the cold male voice continued, "using Yin Qi to train the living soul."
——"Don't look."
A pair of cold hands climbed up Chi Shen's shoulders, and another hand reached out from behind Chi Shen and covered his eyes. The voice rang in his ears, but it was too soft.
"Don't look."
At the same time, the boy's screaming voice came from the TV: "No! No! Dad! Dad save me! Dad!"
Then, even the sounds became unclear, leaving only some intermittent screams and cries.
After an unknown amount of time, the boy's screams stopped, and the cold man's voice rang out again on TV: "For the first year, use Grade C ghosts as feed, one per week, and it's time to eat today."
This time, even the crying stopped.
After a while, the boy's voice was heard again, a little reserved but cheerful as at the beginning: "Dad, I want to sleep for a while longer, just one minute!"
The man's voice also became gentle: "Hurry up and get up. Your mother has already prepared breakfast. You can't keep her waiting."
"Ok, fine, then I'll lie there for five more seconds!"
…
After some messy life sounds, there were the sounds of doors opening and closing, mixed with the boy's "Goodbye, Dad".
Then the entire TV went silent, and the man's voice returned to its coldness: "There is no problem with the first stage of memory isolation."
Chi Shen covered his eyes and did not see the TV screen, but he could feel the light of the TV dimming, but soon it brightened again, and it was still the voice of the little boy before: "Dad, don't you want to sleep?"
"Ji Xingchen." Chi Shen suddenly shouted.
"Yeah." Ji Xingchen responded to him in a low voice.
"Huh——" Ghost Face immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
Chi Shen's eyes were covered, but he could still see the ghost face. He not only saw the images on TV, but when he came to his senses, he found that his body, that is, his only face, almost collapsed.
Ji Xingchen was completely trapped in the black ghost energy. The ghost energy overflowed from his body, mixed with blood, fierce and brutal, making the place where he stood covered with a layer of black and red. The lights were covered by the ghost energy and became dim and flickering, and the air became restless. Although these ghost energy avoided Chi Shen, the ghost face was inevitably affected. He was almost dispersed by these overly fierce ghost energy. Fortunately, Chi Shen stopped Ji Xingchen in time.
Following Chi Shen's voice, the sharp ghost auras floating around Ji Xingchen calmed down, slowly sinking like a feather still after being blown by the wind, and the blood color in the ghost auras also slowly disappeared.
However, the restless feeling in the air did not disappear.
The lights did not come back on, and even the sound in the TV series became intermittent - or rather, the boy's screams and cries became fragmented, mixed with the sound of snowflakes, and sounded even more miserable.
The pupils of the ghost face, which had too much white in their eyes, suddenly turned around. He said uneasily, "There is something wrong here, and there are ghosts."
"Have you found Bai Wan?" Chi Shen asked, his voice still calm.
"No, no!" Ghostface almost screamed, "What is that thing!"
The temperature in the entire room dropped. Wind blew outside the window, making the old window frames rattle. On the window, the sound of fingernails scratching against glass was heard.
Several faces were pressed against the glass. Their faces were pressed against the glass. The only thing they were missing was a pair of hands, which pressed against the glass, leaving long nail marks on it.
A long, echoing voice came from outside the glass: "Brother, I finally see you."
Several faces opened their mouths at the same time, uttering words one by one.
"Brother, you are so weak, why does Dad only think about you? Why doesn't he look at me."
“It’s the same today.”
"He went to look for you, but he asked me to come here."
"He wants you to look at your past, what a dull and boring past it is."
"Why does he only remember you who was out of control, but not me who was willing?"
…
Tongfuyuan Community, Building 4, Unit 4, 13-4.
A few plum blossoms have already blossomed on the terrace, swaying in the night breeze, seemingly emitting a bright white glow. A new gutter under the plum tree is flowing with water.
A man stood on the terrace. He looked at the scenery there, smiled, picked a branch of plum blossom, and walked into Chi Shen's bedroom with the plum blossom.
In the bedroom, Ji Xingchen's body was entangled in red ropes and hung upside down at the head of the bed. At this moment, the body was not as calm as before. The chest was shaking slightly, and bright red blood flowed out along the chains at the heart, as if the heart would burst out at any time.
The man placed the plum blossom on the pillow and looked up at Ji Xingchen's body, as if he was admiring a beautiful painting.
"Long time no see," the man said calmly, "How have you been lately?"
The blood flowing from the heart quickly gathered and crawled up the wall like a crawling worm, and then quickly bloomed into a frantic bloody word:
--die!
More blood crawled out from all directions of the room, rushing towards the figure standing in the bedroom, dyeing every corner of the room bloody.
…
Chi Shen was still standing in the living room of 7-4. He listened quietly to what the ghost outside the window said.
"It's over, Chi Shen, their target is Ji Xingchen's body!" Ghost Face immediately slid behind Chi Shen and said.
"Well, I was fooled." Chi Shen said.
"Why are you so calm? Could it be that... you had expected this a long time ago?!" The ghost faces relaxed. If this was a trap set by Chi Shen, then they would definitely be fine!
"No," Ji Xingchen's hands blocked his eyes, making it impossible to see his expression, but his voice was full of laughter, "But... we can't go back either, there's nothing we can do."
Ji Xingchen raised his head, his glasses showing blood-red light and shadows, and his voice was broken and terrifying: "Yes, there is no way."
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