From the end of the world

Chapter 7 The Basement on the 1th Floor
"Changan, what's wrong with you?"

While asking, I walked out of the entrance hall first and closed the door to prevent Ma Zao hiding in the bedroom from eavesdropping on the specific content of the conversation.

Seeing that I had deliberately chosen the corridor of a residential building as the venue for the conversation, my friend was a little puzzled, but he did not ask any questions. Instead, he started to chat with me: "I saw you sent a text message saying that you wanted to ask for leave from school. Are you not feeling well or is there something urgent? If it is not convenient now, I will come another day."

"It's convenient. I just don't feel like attending class today." I first brushed off the question of asking for leave, then turned the topic back to him, "Let's talk about your problem first. I see that you don't look very well, and you came to see me specially. Is there something you need my help with?"

"Yes, there is something..." His attention was more easily drawn than usual, and he was obviously worried. "This matter... I can only discuss it with you."

"Oh?" I immediately became interested. "Could it be..."

Without waiting for me to test him, he admitted it straight away: "It's just what you were thinking."

I nodded as expected.

I know exactly how my friends and others view me, and if there is any topic that warrants specific reference to me, it would be something of a weird nature.

However, although I have taken the initiative to visit the parties involved in strange stories many times, it is rare for the parties to come to me for consultation.

Besides, the person who consulted me this time was my friend. He was not a fool who lacked basic scientific knowledge, nor was he someone who would deliberately make up stories to make fun of me. I had to take the clues he passed on seriously.

Thinking of this, what Ma Zao had just said suddenly echoed in my mind.

——I... am different from you. I am a jinx.

——People who are with me, people who are related to me...are always more likely than others to be involved in strange events that cannot be explained by common sense.

Wait, she just mentioned all this to me, and right after that something related to ghost stories came up. Could it be that her power to attract disasters really took effect?
It's actually so effective? This is too much of a cure... I mean, the disaster is coming.

Or is it just a coincidence?
In my opinion, Mazao is a completely incredible girl. If this matter is still causally related to her, then I have to raise the level of my attention to it to the highest level.

But, to be honest, without solid evidence, even I cannot take Ma Zao's "jinx" remarks 100% seriously.

"Since you are free, why don't you come to where I live now?" said my friend.

Ma Zao is still at my home now, and I don’t want to travel far.

"Can't you explain it here first?"

"You can..." He hesitated, "But if you don't see it with your own eyes, maybe even you won't believe me."

"Yeah……"

"Are you really in a hurry and can't get away? Then it won't be too late for me to come after you've sorted it out."

Although he said that, my friend looked at me with eyes full of eager anticipation. If I rejected him here, he would definitely be extremely depressed.

I made a pause gesture: "Give me a minute, let me think about it."

My friend could only hold his temper, while I lowered my head and began to think -

What I wanted to get from Ma Zao in the beginning was nothing more than the secrets she was hiding, and she has already told me everything, so my problem can be said to be half solved.

The other half of the task was to test the truth of what she said to me.

That is to say, we should take care of her for a few days and wait until she recovers to the point where she can use her superpowers. Everything depends on whether she can really use her superpowers. In other words, Ma Zao's matter has now changed from an "urgent matter" to a "matter that cannot be rushed".

I really want to keep an eye on Ma Zao, but I can't stay indoors until she recovers - no, it seems that it's not impossible? I can rely on takeout for meals, and it's completely feasible to keep the door closed. More importantly, I have the desire to do so.

But after careful consideration, I made another decision with great reluctance.

"Let's go, let's go now."

"Great!" The friend was overjoyed.

"Wait for me first. I need to go home and clean up. It will be quick."

I asked my friend to wait outside the door, and after I got home, I closed the door and went to the bedroom to tell Ma Zao that I was going out for a while. Ma Zao didn't seem to think that her "jinx physique" would respond so quickly, and just told me to be careful when I went out. In order to prevent her from taking the gun back, I took my backpack with me when I went out and hid the gun in the deepest part of the bag.

Ma is no longer able to move freely, so I don't need to worry about her leaving alone when I'm not around. However, I still have wild thoughts, fearing that she will run away when I'm not around. And I'm going out with my friends now, but I have other intentions.

Being alone can best expose a person's true and natural state. I want to see what state Ma Zao will be in my home when I am not there.

To do this, I need to set up "security cameras" in my home.

Of course, it is impossible to set up such a thing in such a short time without being perceived by Ma Zao, and I am not the kind of person who would always prepare hidden surveillance cameras in my home. So I have to use my superpowers here.

Back at the entrance, I turned around and stretched out my fingers to the air.

As to what my superpowers are, I will keep you in suspense for now.

In fact, the power I possess is not a complex power that needs to be concealed to this extent; on the contrary, this power is likely to be very simple and common in the world of people with super powers.

But my friend might take me to witness supernatural events next, and in that special occasion, this special power might come in handy. In many fantasy stories, people with super powers use their abilities against their targets while explaining their abilities. I actually yearn for that kind of plot and want to try it out.

Here I will just reveal the tip of the iceberg of my power.

An orange-red light spot appeared on my fingertips and flew into the air like a firefly. Then came the second, third, and fourth...

More than a dozen "fireflies" floated to every corner of the house one after another.

There is a spiritual connection between these little things and me. They are my "eyes" when I am not present.

After finishing these arrangements, I turned around, opened the door, and said to my friends who were waiting outside, "Sorry for the wait. Let's go."

He was eager to try, so he went downstairs with me, left the community, and moved towards where he lived.

I silently sensed the images and sounds in my home through the "fireflies".

Strictly speaking, the information shared by "fireflies" is not visual or auditory information. If we have to describe it, it is like the imagination uncontrollably depicting pictures and sounds in the consciousness.

I believe many people have had the experience of having the climax scene repeatedly appear in their minds after watching a movie, or having the song repeatedly play in their minds after listening to a brainwashing song. It is actually similar to that.

When I just left, Ma Zao in the room didn't react at all, she just sat on the bed and rested without saying a word. As time passed, she seemed to be sure that I would not return for the time being, and the gentle expression on her face quickly faded, turning into a cold and numb color.

She immediately got out of bed, put on her slippers, walked slowly to the entrance, opened the door, and went to the corridor outside the house to look around.

Are you ready to escape now?
I was shocked and wanted to go back immediately.

But before I could turn around, she went back into the house and closed the door behind her.

My friend noticed that something was wrong with my face.

"Ah Cheng, what happened?"

"It's nothing, I just suddenly felt like sneezing..."

I calmed my heartbeat for the moment and continued to spy on the mysterious and beautiful girl, trying to figure out her every move.

Ma Zao's back was tense, like a small stray dog ​​that had just been adopted by a stranger. He looked left and right in the house, and occasionally turned back to look in the direction of the entrance. He must be on the lookout for me who might be returning on the way.

Occasionally, he would rummage through items around him, pick them up and then put them back carefully, but it didn't seem like he was looking for something in particular. It seemed like he just wanted to investigate my background.

Maybe it's not just me who is full of mystery about her, in her eyes, I am also a character full of mystery.

Realizing this, I felt somewhat happy—it turns out that I am also a “mysterious character”?

At first, she was very irritated with me, a "suspicious" fellow, and had an extremely obvious resistance and attacking attitude. However, after I dealt with the police, she suddenly stopped. I was wondering if I had fooled her with my acting as a good person, but now I have come to my senses.

The reason why she suddenly became easy-going was probably based on a very practical reason - I had a gun.

However, even in such an unfavorable position, she never tried to fawn on me. Was it because she had extraordinary integrity, or did she feel that such a big change in attitude would disgust me?
After all, why was she identified as a serial killer by the police?

Why was she wearing a hospital gown when I first found her? Was she in a hospital before? Maybe she was a patient who escaped from a mental hospital, and all she told me was crazy talk?

I am no longer in a hurry to get an answer. There is still a lot of time left, and I want to slowly savor this extraordinary cohabitation experience.
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My friend took me to a nearby tea restaurant with a heavy heart, and I focused my attention on him first.

"In order to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings in the future, I want to explain the whole story to you before officially letting you see that thing." He said with a heavy face.

"Go ahead." I gestured.

He first asked a question: "You should remember where I live, right?"

"Remember, it's the house where someone died," I replied.

(End of this chapter)