bdsm-fiction Chapter 6: The Room Where Someone Died
Chapter 6: The Room Where Someone Died
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After Zhang Ze closed his eyes and started counting, the already dark room became even darker, as if some kind of ink-like substance was seeping in little by little through the cracks in the window.
Until finally, the light was so dim that nothing could be seen at all.
The bathroom door was suddenly pushed open.
A blurry black figure slowly emerged from the bathroom. Judging from its body outline, the figure was very thin and walked in an extremely strange way, with its steps jerking and its other foot dragging along.
If I had to describe it, it would be like a lame freak.
The issue is……
The bathroom is a closed space, how could someone possibly pop out?
The terror continues.
The dark figure approached Zhang Ze at an extremely slow pace. Judging from the live stream timer, it took at least three or four minutes for it to appear next to Zhang Ze.
But Zhang Ze himself clearly remembers that he only counted to ten.
It's as if the perceived time and actual time have become distorted, stretched out infinitely.
Zhang Ze was visibly flustered during the live stream.
He heard an unusual dripping sound and knew something had sneaked in from the bathroom into the bedroom.
They were even standing right behind me.
He began trying to find the light switch.
Strangely, Zhang Ze in the live stream did not follow the wall to find the light switch as he remembered; instead, he walked behind him.
Just a few steps.
A scene that sent chills down Zhang Ze's spine unfolded.
The shadowy figure was face to face with him, less than half a meter away.
The smooth and dry wall he touched wasn't a real wall, but rather the ghost.
The ghost did not immediately attack Zhang Ze.
Instead, it slowly bent down, as if something in Zhang Ze's bag had attracted it, and reached out to grab Zhang Ze's handbag.
Zhang Ze couldn't see exactly what it had caught.
All that could be seen was the outline of something touched by the shadowy figure, which suddenly seemed to be drained of its contents, turning into a puddle of liquid.
Zhang Ze just happened to grab the head of the dark figure, like finding a "light switch", and then opened his eyes.
However, by the time Zhang Ze opened his eyes, the dark figure had completely disappeared.
"What is that ghost trying to take from me?"
"In the end, we got the short end of the stick."
Zhang Ze couldn't remember bringing anything useful with him.
Black dog blood, peach wood sword, glutinous rice?
These things are completely ineffective against vengeful ghosts.
At least Zhang Ze remembered that ghosts were only afraid of other ghosts, or other supernatural entities like curses.
unless……
Zhang Ze took out his bag and immediately understood what the ghost was looking for.
It was those severed human hands.
However, these hands, which were originally pale due to excessive blood loss, now seemed to have come back to life, becoming much rosier, while the cut surfaces of the wrists were covered with a layer of dark, ink-like liquid.
Ghosts can become stronger by eating other ghosts.
Zhang Ze remembered that Xu Yin was not the red-clothed ghost at the beginning.
Chen Ge fed him a whole bunch of ghosts, and he was forced to become red-clothed.
The ghost would definitely be attracted to these hands first, because these hands belong to the red-clad female ghost from the murder painting. If it could eat them, it would definitely greatly increase the ghost's power.
Zhang Ze was like a small appetizer to it.
For it, a severed hand is equivalent to a Manchu Han Imperial Feast.
Even a ghost can tell which is more important and which is less important.
Unexpectedly, these two hands were not as simple as they seemed; instead, they swallowed it.
[Congratulations, host, on completing the Nightmare Mission]
[Quest Reward: Title "Nightmare Nova"]
[Nightmare New Star: You are a highly sought-after prize in the eyes of vengeful ghosts, like a walking feast, every ghost eager to devour you. You have long been accustomed to being the prey of the dead, even though it means you will never have peace.]
Zhang Ze: ?
You call this a reward?
Zhang Ze's face immediately fell.
What a joke.
When ordinary people encounter ghosts, they'd rather run away than not. The system rewarded him with the title of Nightmare Rising Star, which is equivalent to turning Zhang Ze into a highly nutritious food in the eyes of vengeful ghosts.
Does the system find the live stream not exciting enough?
The ghost didn't eat Zhang Ze.
So they gave Zhang Ze this title to put pressure on him?
Can I refuse the reward?
Zhang Ze gave a wry smile.
Just then, police sirens suddenly sounded outside the hotel.
Zhang Ze quickly put the severed hand back into his bag, tidied up the scene, and then opened the door.
As soon as he opened the door, he saw a middle-aged man in a criminal police uniform with a serious expression, showing Zhang Ze his police ID.
"Li Sanbao... Uncle Sanbao?"
"Hmm, do I know you?"
Li Sanbao was taken aback when he heard this.
He had considered many possibilities, but he never expected this one: the young man in front of him actually knew him and was calling him by such an affectionate name.
Those who usually address him this way are usually juniors at the police station, or young people like Chen Ge who have received his help.
He took a closer look at Zhang Ze.
Li Sanbao was certain.
He had absolutely never met Zhang Ze.
Even if it was just a brief encounter, he should have some impression of it.
"Of course I know you, such a diligent and conscientious police officer."
"Alright, stop trying to get close."
"I received a report that your place is...haunted? Are you livestreaming this? This is incredibly offensive!"
Li Sanbao said solemnly.
"Uncle Sanbao, let me explain. I'm planning to open a haunted house at the New Century Amusement Park in the western suburbs. These days, nobody plays in haunted houses anymore, so I need to do some publicity..."
"The ghost stories are just for the show."
"There are no ghosts in the world, don't you think?"
Zhang Ze spoke to Li Sanbao about science in a very serious manner.
He talked about everything from sleep medicine to applied psychology, leaving Li Sanbao completely bewildered.
Let's take another look at the scene.
Inside the room, there were some water stains on the floor, but otherwise there was nothing unusual, and there was no ghosting as the person who reported it had mentioned.
Li Sanbao's expression softened slightly.
"Alright."
"We should be more careful about doing similar live streams in the future, especially in some places where it can have a negative impact."
Li Sanbao emphasized this point.
I chatted briefly with Zhang Ze.
They then returned to their posts.
As the sirens faded into the distance, Zhang Ze's expression gradually darkened.
It's the early hours of the morning now. If it's just a simple "ghost story," frankly, it's not a big deal at all, and there's no need for Li Sanbao to come out in person.
But since he's already here, and with the hotel suddenly appearing as a ghost...
Zhang Ze had a vague, uneasy feeling.
Open your phone and search for the Xijiao Heping Hotel.
Several news reports came into view.
An unidentified female corpse was found at the Peace Hotel in the western suburbs; her internal organs had been removed, there was no blood, and she was submerged in a water tank!
Extremely Brutal! Mysterious Female Corpse Found at Peace Hotel in Western Suburbs; Killer Still at Large; Nearby Residents Urged to Be Vigilant!
As expected, ghosts don't appear out of thin air.
This place is haunted, and the system essentially uses some kind of action to summon the ghost.
Zhang Ze clicked on the news without expression and, sure enough, saw that the room number where the murder occurred years ago matched his own room number perfectly.
His room was the room where someone had died.