I created the myth of the Great Old Ones.

He wrote a note and handed it to Lu Ban, watching the kind and ordinary man leave the house. Instead of calling the next patient, he watched the entire six-minute video first.

After a long while, Dr. Hao, who had almost dropped his phone, rubbed his shoulder, picked up his pen again, and circled and marked his conclusions on the whiteboard used to record Lu Ban's condition, turning them into a diagnosis report.

Severe delusional disorder, paranoia, schizophrenia; a complete and self-consistent worldview has been formed; delusional behavior has been projected onto reality; mild self-harm and masochistic tendencies; long-term observation is recommended.

After writing it down, Dr. Hao recorded the information in Lu Ban's file within the hospital's internal system and made brief notes on the system that links with the police.

The note only has four characters.

[Extremely dangerous!]

Chapter 025 Please call my name!

"It's alright, it's not a big problem."

After reviewing the doctor's diagnosis, Lu Ban felt much better.

He knew perfectly well that these diagnoses—hysteria, schizophrenia, paranoia—were merely the result of doctors hearing his descriptions of the Silent Place.

Anyone who heard this would think that Lu Ban was mentally unstable, let alone a psychologist.

However, aside from these aspects, Lu Ban did not exhibit any psychological problems.

"Although the doctor said I might have mental problems, that's why I don't have any problems."

Lu Ban felt much better.

It seems that the system has a different standard for judging rationality; even if rationality drops to zero, a person can still live a normal life.

Moreover, if Lu Ban really went mad, how would you explain his current logical and polite behavior?

He retrieved his backpack and crowbar and returned to his warm home.

Lu Ban first took off his clothes, grabbed a change of clothes, and went into the bathroom.

Last night's experience had caused him great physical and mental trauma. Lu Ban had no intention of rushing to complete the next phase of the mission; he just wanted to take a hot bath and go back to sleep.

He turned on the showerhead, and warm water flowed from his head. Lu Ban pressed out the shampoo and vigorously rubbed his head.

"towel……"

After lathering his hair with foam, Lu Ban reached for a towel on the rack next to him.

However, his hands were trembling, and before he could even touch the towel, a soft piece of fabric was handed to him.

"Thank you."

Lu Ban responded, then rinsed off the shampoo with hot water and dried his face with a towel.

After wiping his face, he hung the towel back up.

It was only then that Lu Ban belatedly realized something.

"Who was it that handed me the towel just now?"

Lu Ban glanced at the closed bathroom door.

There was a small crack at the bottom of the wooden door.

The light from the living room seeped through the gap, causing the wet bathroom floor to reflect a little bit of light.

Suddenly, the light coming through the gap seemed to be blocked by something.

It was as if... someone was standing there.

Lu Ban stared at the frosted glass covered with plastic sheeting, as if he were making eye contact with something on the other side of the door.

Splash splash—

The showerhead was still spraying warm water, but I don't know if it was just my imagination, but the water seemed to have cooled down a bit.

Lu Ban remained motionless, simply bathing in the cool water.

A moment later, the light returned, and the gap seemed to breathe a sigh of relief as it once again drew in the light from the living room.

Lu Ban turned his head to continue taking a shower.

Just as he turned around, the towel rack suddenly fell apart, and the end of the stainless steel pipe pressed against Lu Ban's neck. If he hadn't been paying attention, the pipe would probably have pierced his neck.

Lu Ban lifted his foot; there was a lot of foam under his feet, making it very slippery.

After placing the broken hanging rack on a side table, Lu Ban washed his body, dried himself, changed his clothes, and walked out of the bathroom.

The living room was bathed in bright sunlight as noon approached.

He looked around his room and kitchen, but there was no sign of anyone else.

Lu Ban looked under the bed again.

Empty.

He went back to the bathroom, picked up the broken hanging rack, and planned to go to the supermarket to buy a plastic one to replace it after his afternoon nap.

Lu Ban glanced at the washing machine.

He saw that the dirty clothes he had taken off before taking a shower and haphazardly stuffed into the washing machine were now neatly folded and piled up in the drum.

"...So the two of them do disagree after all..."

Lu Ban believed that there were at least two unusual roommates in her home, one of whom seemed to harbor ill will towards her, while the other was relatively friendly.

However, compared to those I saw last night, these two seemed rather weak.

Lu Ban had no intention of finding and expelling his two roommates, because he was just an ordinary law-abiding citizen and did not have the skills to communicate with the dead. If they broke up and tried to harm him, Lu Ban would not be able to handle it.

Moreover, as long as some festive and auspicious music is played, the two roommates will become well-behaved, which is not a problem for Lu Ban.

They might even help guard the house if it gets burgled.

It's like finding a white-fronted huntsman spider curled up in the corner of your bed. Although it looks terrifying and ferocious, it is actually a beneficial insect that can help catch mosquitoes. As long as you don't bother it, it will quietly fish in the corner.

"I'll have to play music next time I take a shower."

He set his phone alarm for 6 p.m., played the Spring Festival Gala playlist on his computer, then collapsed onto the bed and fell asleep.

……

six o'clock.

Night has not yet fallen, but with the arrival of summer, the days will grow longer and longer. The summer triangle will soon be clearly visible, and the noisy cicadas chirp incessantly, occasionally falling silent at the same time, creating a somewhat eerie atmosphere.

Lu Ban woke up and rubbed his eyes.

The melody of "Let the World Be Filled with Love" was playing in the dimly lit room.

Lu Ban slept soundly and didn't dream.

He sat up, ordered takeout, turned on his computer, and imported the video he had obtained the previous night.

The original video, which didn't appear very large on my phone, suddenly became much larger after being imported to my computer. Perhaps this is some kind of magical system trick.

Lu Ban didn't dwell on these things.

He dragged the video progress bar, and footage from several cameras was repeated for about thirty hours. Both the detail and quality were far superior to the first video. Perhaps this was the benefit of the exploration.

If the exploration level reaches 100%, will it be possible to unlock those eerie perspectives?

"It's a huge project."

Lu Ban drew back the curtains, and some creature that had seemed to be standing in front of the window fled at top speed. He glanced at the security bars on the balcony and saw dark red marks on the rusted iron edges, like congealed blood.

He didn't pay attention.

Back at the computer, Lu Ban opened the video editing software and first cut the video into several segments, renamed them, and categorized them.

Part of it is shot from a third-person perspective at a 45-degree angle downwards, used to simultaneously show Lu Ban and the surrounding environment.

Part of it is Lu Ban's first-person perspective, accompanied by the light of a flashlight, which creates a sense of mystery and suspense even without editing.

Another part consists of distant views, panoramic views, etc., used as supplements.

Lu Ban noticed that the images of the stars he had seen, which might contain great deities, were not included in these videos. He didn't know whether it was an illusion or because the system was too weak to capture them clearly.

But it doesn't matter.

Lu Ban felt that if others hadn't experienced it firsthand, they would probably be completely confused and bewildered when they saw those strange stars and dark yellow planets.

The sense of terror stems from familiar things and the unease that arises when familiar environments are disrupted. The more down-to-earth and common the changes are, the more terrifying they become. Even if Lu Ban tells the audience that Betelgeuse has exploded and the resulting radiation storm will soon descend upon Earth, wiping out all life, most people will just laugh it off and not care much.

Understanding comes at a cost.

Conversely, simple and easy-to-understand horror scenarios, such as seeing a dark shadow behind you when you look in the mirror, something scratching the bed when you're lying in bed, or a spider crawling into your mouth while you're asleep, are even more frightening.

Having prepared these materials, Lu Ban watched as the computer text on the screen changed, transforming into a cold and indifferent system description.

He clicked on the dark green "Director" profession tab, and soon, the profession tasks popped up in "My Computer".

[Career Development Tasks]

Maintaining a high level of creative passion and continuous creation is the foundation of a creator's success! Let the world remember your name through constant creation!

[Task Requirements: Gain a sufficient number of followers online to complete the task]

[Number of followers gained: 4396/100000]

"Please call out my name!"

Chapter 026 Needs a Little Help

"100,000 fans..."

Lu Ban's face fell.

He checked and saw that he only had 4372 followers on his old video website, which seemed to include his Weibo followers as well.

Going from four thousand to one hundred thousand is no small undertaking.

As Lu Ban understood, a video's viral success depends not only on individual effort but also, more importantly, on the course of history. Some videos become popular by chance when they are in the right place at the right time.

This statement can also be interpreted in another way: if you want to gain followers and attract more attention, one viral video is far from enough.

Viewers need to believe that the content creator has the ability to create excellent videos before they will follow you.

"Fortunately, this mission doesn't have a time limit..."