Chapter 146 The Ouija Board (23) "Whoever suffered for her, how..."
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The room in front of Xie Tan, both spacious and cramped, was decorated only in black, white, and gray.
Black is the burning sin and resentment, white is the withered color of life after it has dried up, and gray is chaos, confusion, and inescapable confusion.
He seemed to have transformed back into the lamb on the altar.
The shadows of demons surrounded him. Xie Tan wondered, why don't they dance?
Is it because we're missing a spark?
"Stop your rude thoughts." Xi Rui, who had been made into a mutilated observer, jumped down, put his hands on his hips, and said, "We're already in the fire."
Xie Tan observed them again. The cult leader was not there, and the others appeared to be the thirteen students involved in the mass suicide.
But their figures were also changing, alternating and merging with the appearance of another person. He tried hard to make out one or two of them, and they were the faces in the photos lying in Xue Hong's files—those tribesmen who wanted to return to the embrace of the Black Goat, the initiators of the Black Goat Map in the past.
Sun Enze's senior was among them, but his drawing was actually completed in the club building, so at the same time, his position was very close to Xi Rui, belonging to the so-called "impurity" ghost refined by Xie Tan.
There was another figure hiding on the outermost edge. Because it was sitting, its altitude was lower than the other ghosts, making it difficult to spot. Xi Rui jumped down, and Xie Tan finally saw it.
It is Sun Enze.
But his two legs were severed and bleeding, and his palms and chest were covered in crawling scratches. Noticing Xie Tan's gaze, the gloomy boy trembled and shrank back.
Xie Tan paused slightly. This reaction... it doesn't recognize me.
Moreover, his disheveled appearance reminded him of Xia Wujin's words. He glanced to the side and, sure enough, found a ghost in the same condition among the thirteen "suicides".
So this is Sun Enze, who died in the old teaching building before he was even met at the swimming pool or killed by his senior.
Furthermore, he wasn't killed by the bullies, but by the ghosts in the old school building. In that timeline, the last Ouija board spirit was a student with a broken leg.
The bloodstains he saw turned out to be this.
So none of these are hallucinations?
He couldn't quite tell the difference; although it was a long time ago, it wasn't that it hadn't happened.
As his body grows but before he can use inhibitors to block pheromones, if the pheromones continue to run out of control, the physiological reactions he doesn't quite understand but that are tormenting will slowly turn into another symptom—auditory and visual hallucinations.
Excessive or prolonged exposure to pheromones can cause hallucinations.
He would see figures, in black, white, and gray, wandering before his eyes, sometimes gathering together, sometimes dispersing, like reflections in a mirror, unexpectedly entering his eyes at some angle.
He would hear strange noises, sometimes a sudden, unexpected sound, sometimes a mixture of men, women, and children thrown into a frying pan, sizzling and making an inhuman smell.
This plunged him into new fears and anxieties, and he would be unable to sleep at night whenever this happened.
He later guessed that this was a temporary mental illness caused by pheromone dysregulation, just like the reason Xiao Liu wrote on his leave of absence form, a reason often used in this city or even in this world.
This makes sense. Uncontrolled pheromones can cause symptoms like fever, body aches, and confusion. Even betas can have cases of people developing mental illness or going insane from persistent high fever.
Fortunately, as long as inhibitors are used in time, it won't reach this point, which is another reason why he became dependent on inhibitory products at such a young age.
But now, even the highest concentrations of inhibitors that the human body can tolerate are almost ineffective against him.
"You're pushing yourself too hard." Xi Rui leaned closer, his right eye darting around, looking more like a lunatic than Xie Tan did. Xie Tan felt like they were "discussing their symptoms." "Relax."
Xie Tan stared at the eye that didn't belong to him, and Xi Rui said "Oh," and patted the eye: "Sorry, you can definitely suppress it. It wants to get closer but doesn't dare to look at you."
Xie Tan suddenly remembered that these were all ghosts. Looking around, he saw that the strange, cryptic shadows were indeed getting closer to him.
But he didn't want to be "sucked" by the ghosts right now, and he felt a surge of anxiety. Just then, Cat Number 7 jumped into his arms, proudly raising its kitten face, indicating that it was okay for him to suck.
While Xi Rui was dramatically spinning around, Xie Tan bent down and snuggled up to the kitten's face.
"Relax, everything will be alright, meow~"
The same sentence can have vastly different effects.
I'm grateful to the kitten; his physical condition hasn't improved, but he feels better mentally.
Long live the cats!
But the annoying guy would still come back. Xi Rui would chatter on and on, like a bee buzzing around him, complaining that he had tricked him, complaining that he was the first one, complaining that he hadn't been honest, complaining that he hadn't listened to him, and finally, like a child throwing a tantrum, he would make Xie Tan play with him.
Such an annoying creature, it must be the president.
Xie Tan, unable to bear it any longer, retorted sarcastically, "What are you playing, summoning a spirit through a Ouija board?"
The shadows that were stealthily approaching him suddenly stopped, their faces flashing like a snowflake screen.
Xi Rui was also stuck. After a while, he turned his head, and the iris of his left eye rolled in the white eye socket like a glass bead, like a broken doll.
He smiled and said, "Okay."
Xie Tan watched him quietly until the cat number 7 meowed in confusion, at which point he lightly got off the table.
They sat on opposite sides of the table, each holding a pen, while other figures surrounded them as spectators.
It's likely that this was the atmosphere surrounding the first instance of a spirit medium being invoked in this building during a mass suicide case.
"Ouija board spirit, Ouija board spirit, you are my past life, I am your present life. If you want to continue our bond, please draw a circle on the paper."
Who wants to ask first?
Xi Rui said.
Xie Tan stared at the Ouija board paper under his pen. It was drawn by his own hand: pale paper, black ink, many grotesque circles, and specks of blood splattered on it by who knows who.
Oh, and besides black, white, and gray, there's also red.
The appearance of those vibrant colors indicates that he is deeply trapped in a hallucination and unable to extricate himself.
In this situation, he couldn't make any decisions lightly. He regretted sitting there and wouldn't ask any questions.
But Xi Rui didn't say anything.
This doesn't make sense; he can talk all day long.
The eerie silence carried an unsettling feeling.
Xie Tan's gaze slowly moved upwards, and on Xi Rui's body... was Sun Enze's head.
He looked around, and Sun Enze, the one with the broken leg, was gone.
He didn't ask anything, so how did it turn into the new Ouija board?
He turned back again and suddenly froze.
Lu Jinzhao sat opposite him, his expression innocent and somewhat bewildered. When their eyes met, he immediately smiled brightly and said affectionately, "A-Tan!"
"What are you doing here..."
Xie Tan blinked and immediately shut his mouth.
The person sitting opposite me has become Xiao Liu.
She was tiny, barely taller than a table, but the moment she saw him, a smile bloomed on her face. She cupped her cheeks and said, "Little Seven! Did you see the name I gave you?"
"..."
In his vision, as he blinked uncomfortably, four faces shifted back and forth, sometimes laughing, sometimes crying, sometimes angry, sometimes fearful, sometimes whole, sometimes incomplete.
In the end, he couldn't tell how many people had pieced together that face.
Stop...
How to end it?
He didn't want to watch anymore.
He heard a cold, indifferent voice within himself saying: You haven't asked anything yet.
Yes, there's one question that can end this by asking the Ouija board.
It was his own voice again, trying to bring him back to his senses.
The mental anguish overwhelmed him, and he slowly opened his mouth, a sound rising from the depths of his body.
The cat's soft, warm body suddenly leaped onto his head, its long tail drooping down to cover his eyes: "Meow~"
Xie Tan's voice froze.
The person on the other end spoke first: "How can I save you?"
Calm and composed, it was a female voice he was familiar with.
The cat's tail dodged aside, revealing the mystery: the person sitting in front of him was Xia Wujin.
“You don’t look too good.” She smiled faintly at him. “So I think it’s my turn.”
Xie Tan did not fall into a coma.
He knew that in Xia Wujin's eyes at this moment, his seat should be occupied by the broken-legged Sun Enze, but she was talking to him.
She knew he could hear her.
In his eyes, Xia Wujin appeared as a ghost bride in a red wedding dress, her reflection shifting like a mirror.
Tentacles protruding from under the red veil opened their eyes, and the tentacles swept across the entire classroom, grabbing four sticky eyeballs hidden in the four corners and squeezing them to burst them.
The observer smiled and said, "I think you not only don't know how to be virtuous, but you're also not respectable enough to play these dirty tricks with me?"
So, the reason his pheromones, which were barely suppressed by the inhibitors, suddenly erupted again was because of these eyeballs?
Who is she talking about?
The glint of swords at that time... Observation twelve.
He heard the young man's angry roar fall outside the window, accompanied by the clash of swords in a fight: "Are you crazy! Don't you value your life? Willingly throwing yourself into this ritual, becoming material for that cunning brat?! Did you also drink that mother and child's bewitching potion?!"
The observation of the Ten Great Laughs: "You think I love this grotesque appearance, or immortality? Haha, all I want is for your Su family to die! With such an opportunity presented to me, why wouldn't I be happy? I should thank that child!"
"Beautiful boy, take a break. There are adults here. Can we borrow this paper?" The ghost bride turned to Xie Tan, her tone instantly softening. One tentacle tapped Xie Tan from a distance, and the eyes on the suction cups smiled and darted around at him. The other tentacle rolled up the paper and threw it out the window.
The window was smashed open, and as the wind blew past, Xie Tan instinctively closed his eyes. When he opened them again, the space opposite him was empty. Xia Wujin and Observation Ten were both gone.
The young lady who asked that question has already been sent back to the correct timeline, and Observation Ten, as a substitute for fate, was also sucked into the ritual in the club building.
He suddenly remembered that when he left the princess's tomb last time, Xia Wujin smiled and said he was repaying a favor. He was referring to Xiao Liu, who gave them the opportunity to escape.
The wishes that Xia Wujin once made with utmost sincerity are now worthless. Inhuman suffering torments her, and in the end, she has only two wishes: once to escape, and now to seek revenge.
With the factors that had caused his pheromones to run wild destroyed, Xie Tan slumped back into his chair, waiting for the side effects to subside.
He could hear the sounds of fierce fighting inside the building, but they quickly swept through his chaotic mind, and he couldn't concentrate.
For no reason at all, he suddenly felt that he wanted to see him.
If you're not in the building, then where are you?
I want to see you... today.
A crimson shadow swept past the window, its crawling tentacles moving quietly. Once they were far away from Xie Tan's classroom, they sped up again, flowing into another classroom, and said rudely, "Are you old? You haven't killed this little brat yet?"
“Killing him isn’t difficult; controlling him is.” Su He threw the knife fiercely, a flash of light, and then the screams of someone being pinned down could be heard in the distance.
He waved his hand again, and a gust of wind blocked all escape routes on the other side of the corridor: "That kid Xie Tan, you want to refine him, don't you? That ritual requires more than four materials."
“There are five now.” Observer Ten chuckled, then added, “You only did this for this?”
"Heh, you should say, would that kid only do this for that?"
"Um?"
"Time and space here are sealed off. Your lousy cult leader only got in by parasitizing that little girl with the pointer, right?" Su He gave a mocking smile. "Guess who our good patriarch will follow to get in?"
“…Oh, good dog, you’re so shameless!” All the suction cup eyes of Observation Ten looked at Twelve not far away. “But it’s also thoughtful. The head of the family must be the best material. Hurry up, I was observed by that child and I can still leave this shadow. It will be taken back in a while.”
"Rushing me won't help, I'm not good at using my brain," Su He clicked her tongue. "Force him to use a Ouija board? Or can you parasitize him?"
"If he tries to run, you pin him down first."
Su He bent down and rushed forward like an arrow, stepping on the struggling Observer Twelve and lifting the cloak.
Beneath the cloak was a humanoid mass of flesh, like a miniature version of Observation II. It was barely held in place by knives instead of coffin nails. Its eyes, embedded in the flesh, stared at them in shock and anger, like a vampire forced to be exposed to the light.
"So ugly," Observer Ten said mercilessly.
Observation Twelve finally managed to open his mouth, which was mixed with flesh and blood: "You..."
“You have no idea what you have.” Su He interrupted him condescendingly.
He casually pulled a knife from the rotten flesh and held it in his hand. The blade remained motionless, yet wisps of ghostly wind swirled around its edge, occasionally tapping against it and emitting a teeth-grinding buzzing sound, much like the resentment and hatred he rarely revealed.
“And those who yearn for this are cursed and repeat her fate…” Su He murmured at the end, “Why isn’t it you who suffers the same torment as her?”
Observer Twelve didn't hear clearly, but looking at them, he understood, and suddenly calmed down: "If you wanted to kill me, you would have killed me long ago... Heh, it seems you need my help?"
He regained control, and despite being under their thumb and in a subordinate position, he seemed to be looking down on them, sneering, "Don't you know best my loyalty to the patriarch? Forget about it. No matter what methods you use, I will not betray the patriarch. This is a 'rule' written into my new life when I was forged, and no one can break it. That brat may scheme, but he can't surpass the patriarch. Kill me if you want, you can stay and collect his corpse. Do you need me to help you beg for help? Help! Hahaha..."
A large, bony hand gently landed on his head through the cloak.
Suddenly, the twelve observations fell silent, lost their strength, and all their eyeballs stopped moving, becoming empty and lifeless.
Su He and the observation team were both startled and quickly retreated, their vigilance at its highest level—they had not detected any aura whatsoever!
The black-haired youth stood silently behind Observer Twelve.
He slowly withdrew his hand and wiped his slender knuckles with a cute pink and yellow cartoon handkerchief.
Lu Jinzhao forced a smile: "I heard the cry for help. Perhaps someone needs assistance?"
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