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

Chapter 85 Mom, I'm here!
"I'm going to the first floor. Hammer King, keep her under control."

The headless Zhong Xie in the blood-stained clothes immediately wanted to go to the first floor to take a look. After all, this body was given to him for free, so it didn’t matter even if he was killed by a ghost story.

The missing ones are Xiaolan's parents. Xiaolan must be very concerned, but she absolutely cannot go down by herself, so Zhong Xie tried to make a video call to Lin Youlan's mobile phone.

Unexpectedly, video calls could still be made in the forbidden house of ghost stories, so Jiang Shuran immediately had an idea.

"Should we call the Ghost Story Bureau first? They are on duty 24 hours a day." Jiang Shuran looked at Zhong Xie. Zhong Xie actually had more say in this matter than Lin Youlan.

Zhong Xie pondered for two seconds: "You can try. This time the ghost story mission involves ordinary people, so the first goal is to rescue more people."

These words made Lin Youlan look at him with new eyes. Normally, would Zhong Xie be the type of person who cares about other people's lives?

Thinking about it carefully, Lin Youlan also knew that Zhong Xie must have put safety as the first principle because of her relationship with Xiaolan, and she couldn't help but look up to the saint Zhong Xie.

So Jiang Shuran tried to call the Ghost Stories Bureau and informed them of the situation and address here, and emphasized that two ordinary people were involved and were currently missing, and their life or death was unknown.

At the same time, the headless Zhong Xie had already put down his sister and sneaked to the first floor wearing red clothes.

Ever since he got involved in this strange case, he has always had a question in his mind: who is his opponent in this strange case?

Blood-stained clothes?
The blood-stained shirt on my body is no different from a dead object. It is just a prop for exerting the power of ghost stories, not the entity that exerts the power.

doll?

At present, it seems that existing people and things have been turned into dolls. This is just the result of the power of ghost stories and is not the original body.

Model house?
Zhong Xie tried to destroy the model house. Ordinary physical attacks could not harm the model house, but he did not sense any obvious weird atmosphere on the model house.

If it was a parasitic ghost story, he should be able to tell it, but it turned out that tricking Kuster into using the surge wave to attack the model house had no effect.

If there really are ghost stories in the model house, it will naturally be affected by the shock wave. Even if the damage is small, it will always hit back at Kuster, at least turning Kuster into a life-size hamster doll, right?
The skull crusher's smash on the window was distorted, but Kuster was fine, which puzzled Zhong Xie.

As for the eyes outside the window, Zhong Xie ruled them out as suspicion at the first opportunity. Strictly speaking, these eyes were the same as the people trapped in the house, except that they were in a different "dimension". They might all be victims of this strange story.

The opponent can’t be a fellow patient, right?
What if there is too much fighting and killing? Wouldn’t it be embarrassing?
Zhong Xie thought of some of his former fellow patients in the mental hospital. With those people’s intelligence and talent, if they could escape from the mental hospital, they would probably be heroes.

Unfortunately, he was the only one who escaped during the chaos of the revival of ghost stories, and plunged into the Black Goat-occupied area reported in the news.

Zhong Xie shook his head, feeling an inexplicable palpitation, a feeling he would only have when he felt something was not going well.

I agree that Jiang Shuran's report to the Ghost Story Bureau also has this purpose. If the person controlling the ghost stories is really a patient, then the patient is very likely not in the house, but hiding outside the house and secretly controlling the ghost stories.

In this case, as long as the people from the Ghost Story Bureau come over, the problem can be easily solved. Now that this ghost story can affect three houses in different "dimensions", its ability must be more difficult than imagined.

Headless Zhong Xie felt the situation was a bit tricky, but at the same time he became a bit excited. He held up his phone and started broadcasting live to the people upstairs.

"Now I'm on the first floor, but the lights on the first floor still can't be turned on. Everything is normal in front of the stairs. There are no hanged dolls, and no red clothes." Zhong Xie clicked the switch and turned to walk towards the living room and kitchen.

The scene on the first floor was obviously different. Zhong Xie noticed that the flashlight could only illuminate three meters in front of him. If he was farther away, the light suddenly weakened, leaving only mosaic-like darkness, as if the game was not optimized well and some images had not yet been loaded.

He didn't rush to check the refrigerator, but walked around the living room twice, first checking whether home appliances such as the TV were working properly.

After turning it on, there was only a continuous snow screen on the TV, so Zhong Xie opened all the cabinets in the living room one by one to check, confirming that there was no one hiding in the living room, and finally walked to the refrigerator and covered the camera of his mobile phone. This was a three-layer refrigerator as tall as a person. He opened each layer of the refrigerator in turn and looked at the body inside, which was divided into three parts: head, torso and lower body.

The three parts had smooth cross-sections, giving the impression that they were extremely easy to piece together. Zhong Xie reached out his hand and pressed the corpse twice, wanting to check when the person died.

The corpse was a male, but his face looked very young, not like Xiaolan's parents.

Through simple confirmation, Zhong Xie could basically determine that the body died several days ago. Judging from the degree of preservation, it seemed that he had always stayed in Xiaolan's refrigerator.

Zhong Xie put the camera down: "Do you know who this is?"

"It's...Uncle Sun." Xiaolan was frightened by the body parts in the refrigerator, but she quickly realized the identity of the body, "It should be the model house he bought for my dad."

"Yeah." Zhong Xie didn't say anything and didn't deliberately disgust Xiaolan.

During this period of time, Uncle Sun has been in this refrigerator, living with Xiaolan's family day and night, but for some reason none of them noticed.

Probably the influence of ghost stories as well.

At this time, the voice of the operator of the Ghost Story Bureau came from Jiang Shuran's phone:

"Hello, we have arrived at Building 5 of Xinhaijiangyuan you mentioned. Mr. Lu and his wife opened the door for us. They said they didn't understand what we were talking about and asked us not to disturb their rest."

"Excuse me, is the address you reported correct? We need to investigate further to find out who the missing person is."

The three bloody mouths beside Jiang Shuran opened slightly. She looked at Zhong Xie on Lin Youlan's phone screen and said subconsciously: "The missing people... are Mr. Lu and Mrs. Lu. Can you give the phone to them?"

The operator remained polite. "Okay, I'll arrange for the Ghost Talk Envoy to go there again and transfer your call."

Headless Zhong Xie also heard the operator's voice. He frowned and walked to the door on the first floor. He stood at the entrance and looked around for someone.

He did not see the so-called Mr. Lu and Mrs. Lu.

Soon, Jiang Shuran heard a middle-aged male voice coming from the phone.

"Hello?" Mr. Lu's tone sounded unpleasant. No one would feel good to be woken up in the middle of the night for no reason.

Xiaolan took the phone and tentatively called out, "Dad?"

"What dad? What are you talking about?" Mr. Lu felt unbelievable. "My last name is Lu, Lu Zhiyuan, and I have never had any daughter."

Upon hearing this, before Xiaolan could speak, a vigilant middle-aged woman's voice immediately came from the other end of the phone.

"Who? What daughter? When did you have a daughter outside? I'm warning you, Lu Zhiyuan, we followed you when you were down and out. Now that you're rich, it's fine if you mess around outside, but you dare to let others find your home? Come on, let your son Zhong Xie come down to see his biological sister!"

Xiaolan: “???”

Zhong Xie hesitated for two seconds and said, "Mom, I'm here!"

(End of this chapter)