A ghost storyteller can lose his life but cannot lose his job

Chapter 82 Blood-stained Clothes and Eyes.

In the middle of the night, Lin Youlan and Zhong Xie made very little noise when they went out, but when they sneaked out of the yard one after another, Zhang Zitai and Jiang Shuran had already put on their clothes and were waiting under the street light.

Zhong Xie glanced at Lin Youlan. He thought that Lin Youlan would not call the other two because she said that she needed someone to help with roll call in class the next day.

If you can solve it tonight, solve it. After that, go to sleep during the self-study class the next morning. If there is a small accident, you will have to skip class.

Lin Youlan was indeed a fearless person, except for being a little afraid of Lao Qin. She said that it was a terrible thing when Lao Qin was angry, because he could force you to imitate his behavior.

What behavior?
That’s right, copy the will.

Given the current gap between their level and Lao Qin's ghost story level, once their ability is successfully determined, they will probably have to copy last words for several hours in a row.

This was a terrible punishment for both Lin Youlan and Zhong Xie.

The back pain and hand cramps after copying were minor issues. The main thing was that I had to waste several hours following Lao Qin. Even when he was in class, I would follow him, which was almost like being paraded through the streets.

Lin Youlan remembered that there was a class of students who had a fight and a strange incident. More than a dozen people followed Lao Qin for a whole day and night. When they saw Lao Qin patrolling the campus in the middle of the night, the scene was like a hundred ghosts parading at night.

"Old Zhong, you are too excited. I can feel it even though there is a corridor between our rooms. What else can make you excited? It's impossible that you are going out on a date with Lin Youlan in the middle of the night?" Zhang Zitai was so proud of himself that he looked like he had accomplished something great.

Zhong Xie was helpless. It turned out that he was the one who leaked the news. But there was nothing he could do. He looked at Lin Youlan and asked, "Take them with you?"

"Okay." Lin Youlan nodded. "With more people, you'll be a big target. Don't regret it when Lao Qin catches you."

"Of course I don't regret it." Jiang Shuran laughed, and the three mouths behind her laughed along with her. "If there is an opportunity like this to gain experience, of course we should do it together."

Lin Youlan shook her head and said, "Out of ten cases of strange stories, only three can actually be strange stories, and out of three strange stories, only one can be more than level 10."

It's not that she didn't want to take the other two with her, but mainly because most ghost story cases didn't require one to go in person. This time it happened to her high school deskmate, and she was in a hurry, so she was too lazy to ask them to come along.

Now that they were out, they naturally acted together. The four of them ran to the school parking lot, swiped their cards to leave the campus in the middle of the night, and drove towards the city.

After about twenty minutes' drive, they arrived at the gate of the starting point, which was a small villa by the river. Judging from the quiet and tidy environment, such a villa must be very expensive.

"Xinhai Jiangyuan, your classmate is quite rich." Zhang Zitai exclaimed, "If only my family was that rich, I could get some gold coins to buy entries."

Ever since Zhang Zitai gradually changed from the introverted type to the outgoing type, he has completely let go.

His family was not poor. After all, he was the only child of the native Haicheng. After he became a ghost story master, his parents saved up a generous sum of money for his ghost story training.

Unfortunately, he always felt that it was a waste to spend money to cultivate ghost stories, so he was reluctant to spend it. He thought that if he really died at the hands of a ghost story one day, his parents could still use the ghost story money to support themselves in their old age.

Now his mindset has completely changed. He spent most of the ghost story fund in just a few days. Rather than saving money for his parents' retirement, he wants to provide for his parents' retirement himself.

The early stage of a ghost story is the time to lay the foundation, and it is easiest to snowball. The better the performance, the easier it is to get resources, and the better the resources, the better the performance.

This little money is used to buy some grey entries, which are very useful now. But when the level of the ghost story is raised, the combat effectiveness that the grey entries can directly improve will be limited.

It is for this reason that Zhang Zitai particularly wants to show off his new entries. Isn't the opportunity here tonight?

The car stopped at the roadside in front of the villa, and Lin Youlan's high school classmate was standing at the door of the villa, carefully looking out, waiting for the arrival of several people.

"Ah, Lanlan, are there so many people?" My high school classmate was a gentle-looking girl with long hair. She was a little surprised when she saw four people getting off the car.

Lin Youlan locked the car and hung the car keys on the capsule belt around her waist.

The last time she was in the Hexagonal Nest, she gave her ghost story capsule tape to Zhong Xie, but Zhong Xie didn't use it later, so it was returned to its original owner.

"Call me Lord Hammer King." Lin Youlan said to his high school classmate with a stern face.

"Okay, Lord Hammer King, please come into the house and talk to me." The girl with long hair was a little helpless for a moment, but after Lin Youlan's interruption, the tension on her face was much less.

Lin Youlan shook her head and said, "No, let me tell you first. If the main body of the ghost story is your house, then we might get caught after entering."

Lin Youlan is quite experienced in handling the details of ghost stories, which is different from the usual bold and aggressive handling in battles.

It is summer now, and the midnight is relatively cool. Even if you wear pajamas, you won’t feel too cold.

"Okay." The long-haired girl nodded. "It was my sister who encountered the problem, but after her description, I also found that there was indeed something wrong with that thing."

Then, she began to narrate the cause and effect of the incident to everyone:
"My dad bought this thing at first because my sister always wanted to have a big house, a model house, and some Barbie dolls to play house games."

My sister gestured to the size of the house, which was about the size of a desk.

"If I remember correctly, the model house should have three floors, two for living and one for attic. The day I brought it back, my sister played with it for a long time in her room alone, together with her dolls."

"A few days ago, my sister suddenly told me that there was a new red dress in Libaosha's wardrobe. Libaosha is the name of a Barbie princess, a doll she likes very much."

"I didn't pay much attention to it at the time. I just thought that my sister remembered it wrongly, because when my father brought back this house and the doll, the doll already had a lot of beautiful clothes for changing."

"The next day, she came to me again and said that Libaosha had put on the red dress. She thought the red dress was ugly, but she couldn't take it off."

"I went upstairs to her room and there didn't seem to be anything wrong with the model house. Through the window I saw Libosha lying on the bed in a red dress, so I reached in and took Libosha out, and then I found that the dress she was wearing was stained with red ink."

"I am very sure of this because I smelled it and there was indeed no smell of blood. I took off the bloody clothes very easily. It was not difficult at all."

"So I thought it was a prank by my sister. She usually likes to do this kind of prank to scare me. So I pretended to be angry and threw the doll back into the model house and left."

"Later, she came to me several times and said that Libosha was dead and her head was twisted off. She was walking around on the first floor of the house alone, while the other Barbie princesses hid on the second floor. One of the Barbie princesses opened the window on the second floor and wanted to call for help, but she couldn't leave the second floor. My sister said that she couldn't reach in to take Libosha out because the door of the room was blocked by something."

"I was busy preparing internship certification materials for university and had no time to talk to her, so I told her that if there was a homicide in the house, I would put a police doll in to handle it. She also had three Powerpuff Girls dolls."

"She suddenly realized what was going on. I thought she was having too much fun playing house, so I let her play by herself." "And when she came tonight, she said the Powerpuff Girls found the murderer on the first floor, and they went up together, and then all the doors of the room were closed, and the lights in the model room were all dark. When she turned on the power to the model room again and wanted to push the door to look, she saw the Powerpuff Girls put on three red dresses, tied their hands, and hung in the living room on the first floor in a hanging posture."

"At this point I felt something was wrong because I knew she wouldn't buy the same clothes for the dolls, so I went to her room again and found that the three red dresses were dyed red. I remember one was originally white."

The long-haired girl sighed: "Lin Youlan told me some ways to deal with strange stories, but I really didn't find any other weird places. I'll let my sister sleep in my room tonight."

She clasped her hands together as a request, "I was going to notify the Ghost Story Bureau, but my dad and mom just had a big fight today, and they didn't pay much attention to me. My dad said he would ask the Ghost Story Bureau to come over tomorrow, and then he went back to his room to sleep. It's too late now, and I'm so nervous that I can't sleep, so I sent you a message."

The Northwest Hammer King waved his hand and said, "No trouble, Xiaolan, you did a good job. I told you that in ghost stories, it is better to kill the wrong person than to let him go. When you clearly feel that something is wrong, just hurry up and find me."

The girl called Xiaolan nodded and looked at Zhong Xie and the other two behind Lin Youlan. Her eyes focused on Zhong Xie who was carrying the snakeskin bag. She asked, "Shall we go and take a look now?"

Lin Youlan nodded: "From what you said, the problem should be with this model house. After you found the problem today, you haven't entered your sister's room again, right?"

Xiaolan opened the door of the villa and replied: "Yes, the model room is in my sister's room. I have locked the door. My sister is in my room."

"Is it that room?" Zhong Xie pointed to the only room on the second floor whose curtains were not drawn. Looking up from below, he could still see a faint light on in the room.

"Yes." Xiaolan replied, and then saw Zhong Xie quickly slip into the yard of the villa.

Even though he was carrying a snakeskin bag, he still walked very fast. He first jumped onto the first-floor window, then grabbed the water pipe on the side, and used one hand to gain leverage to leap upwards. He then came to the windowsill on the second floor and tried to open the window directly.

However, the window was locked, so Zhong Xie knocked on it and said, "It's me, open the door."

"Bah."

The lock of the window inside opened, and then Zhong Xie opened the window and crawled in.

Xiaolan pointed at Zhong Xie who disappeared from her sight, then looked at Lin Youlan, and couldn't help but ask curiously, "What is he doing..."

"Don't worry about him. He will tell us the clues he found later." Lin Youlan retracted her envious eyes and walked in front of Xiaolan, "Take us in."

Xiaolan closed the gate of the villa, walked through the front yard and opened the door of the house. She turned on the flashlight on her mobile phone and whispered to Lin Youlan, "They are probably asleep. Do you want to wake my parents up?"

Lin Youlan thought about it. She was sure that her deskmate would not lie, but this strange object had been kept at home for so many days and nothing had happened. If it was really a vicious thing, it would have started hurting people within two days. Now its strange effect was only applied to dolls and model houses, so there shouldn't be any big problems.

Just go up and destroy the model house.

So she shook her head and said, "Let's go to your sister's room first to see what's going on. If something goes wrong, you should take your parents and sister away from this villa immediately."

"Okay." Xiaolan nodded obediently, making Lin Youlan couldn't help but reach out and touch her head, just like in high school.

"I sensed a bit of the aura of ghost talk in the room upstairs. It's not strong. If converted into ghost talk level, it's probably only about level five or six." The tablet man on Zhang Zitai's body had bright eyes, and he told the situation the tablet man detected, "But there are only two people upstairs with emotional fluctuations. One is very excited, probably Zhong Xie; the other is very scared, maybe your sister."

Xiaolan looked at Zhang Zitai: "What about my parents?"

"If you sleep, you won't have obvious emotional fluctuations." Zhang Zitai explained, "Let's go up and take a look first. I think Zhong Xie has discovered something."

Jiang Shuran summoned out her three bloody mouths. They were in a suspended state, exploring the way ahead in a low-energy state.

However, until they went up to the second floor and stood at the door of the sister's room, they did not encounter any strange signs.

It seems just like what Zhang Zita said, this strange story is not that strong and its impact is limited.

At this time, detecting low ghost power is better than detecting nothing. After all, if nothing is detected, it means that the ghost hidden in the house may be more ferocious than imagined.

After opening the door of his sister's room and turning on the lights, they saw Zhong Xie squatting in front of the model house watching.

"Come here, this room is so detailed. Look at the three Powerpuff Girls hanging on this floor. I remember they didn't look like this in the cartoons, right?" Zhong Xie said excitedly, and then pointed at Lin Youlan and Xiaolan, "Look, the one on the left looks like you, the one on the right looks like you, and the one in the middle is probably your sister, right?"

"What?" Xiaolan's face changed and she quickly walked to the side of the model room. She looked into the room through the door on the first floor and saw three dolls in red hanging in front of the stairs leading to the second floor. Looking closely at their clothes, they were exactly the same as the clothes Lin Youlan and she were wearing now.

Except, the doll's clothes are red and are dripping with red ink.

"Oh, you mean there are four bloody clothes in this model house, right? The first one was on Libaosha, and then the clothes of the three Powerpuff Girls were also dyed red." Zhong Xie reached out and took the naked doll Libaosha out of the house, "This is Libaosha, right? Where are her clothes?"

Several people immediately gathered around and observed in front of the model room, but after searching room by room, even opening the small wardrobe in the model room, they still couldn't find the first blood-stained shirt.

Then I opened the clothing box that came with the model room, and the clothes inside were neatly arranged, but one piece of blood-stained clothing was missing.

"Yes...maybe it's with my sister?" Xiaolan gave an unlikely answer.

At this time, Zhong Xie's nose twitched and he turned to look at the closet in the room. He walked over and opened the closet.

In the closet, a blood-stained shirt suddenly appeared on the hanger, but it was not the size of a doll's clothes, but the size of a normal person's clothes. Judging from the size, it should be a women's size M.

"It's here." Zhong Xie wanted to reach out to take the bloody clothes, but suddenly everyone in the room turned to look at the window.

The windows were uncovered, so they could see outside.

It was not the deep night sky, nor the bright lights, but five pairs of huge eyes.

They were spying on the little man in the room, looking for the possible whereabouts of the blood-stained clothes.

It was just like the five of them were standing in front of the model house looking for the doll's bloody clothes.

　I really can’t write anymore today, so I’ll just update one post at a time.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)