1TWITF[C Chapter 107

Chapter 107

His throat still wasn’t better, his voice still dry and hoarse, and he could only speak slowly, but his mood had improved.

Lu Yanli still found him a bit strange, but then he realized that people in this town didn’t seem to be overly saddened by death, so he didn’t pay much attention.

Jin Fugui hired a total of five people. Although he was stingy, he wasn’t hesitant to spend money when necessary. He spent a lot of money renting a small courtyard in the town to house them.

“Brother Jiang, I’m counting on you,” Jin Fugui said in a hoarse voice, bowing repeatedly to Lu Yanli.

Only then did the others realize that they were to learn the songs from this person. No matter what they thought in their hearts, on the surface, everyone respectfully called him Brother Jiang.

Lin Chu also had some strange ideas.

In the courtyard, after everyone finished settling in, Lu Yanli began to sing the song called “Son of Heaven Sacrifice” for the first time.

He had a very good memory and could remember every pronunciation and melody with unparalleled accuracy, but for some reason, the singing he produced… sounded like it was coming from a robot, stiff and utterly devoid of emotion. It was hard to imagine that this was a human voice.

“Strange… his voice isn’t unpleasant, so why?” Jin Fugui muttered to himself, covering his ears and leaving the courtyard.

While Lu Yanli was teaching the others to sing, strange things began to happen in other parts of the town.

Living in the Spirit Medium Town until the Cultural Festival is over… sounded very eerie.

“Fortunately, the culprit of that bombing is dead, otherwise, he might have blown up the supermarket,” Fang Suli whispered to her companion, Zhang Yuan.

“But have you heard? The circumstances of his death were very strange. It’s like… it’s like there was…” Fang Suli whispered the word, “a ghost.”

What they didn’t notice was that in the clothing section behind them, the face of a plastic mannequin was slowly cracking.

Piece after piece, the outer plastic shell gradually broke away, revealing a scarlet interior.

The lights overhead flickered.

The instant she turned back around, she seemed to feel something strange.

It was as if… something was watching her.

“Yes, just now… I don’t know what it was, I just felt like someone was watching me.” Unconsciously, Zhang Yuan’s hands clenched tightly together.

She felt very uneasy.

That gaze was still fixed on her, following her like a shadow.

What was it? Who was watching her?!

The presence of that gaze was getting stronger and stronger. Zhang Yuan wanted to find it, she wanted to turn around and see clearly what it was, but the intense fear in her heart forced her not to do so.

Seeing that Zhang Yuan was so anxious that she was almost crying, but still didn’t dare to move, Fang Suli was also afraid. But she hadn’t noticed that gaze, so she still had some luck in her heart.

“Okay, wait a minute. I’ll take a look,” Fang Suli encouraged herself in her heart.

She tightly grabbed Zhang Yuan’s hand, whose palm was sweating, like a person in the water clutching at a life-saving straw, grabbing her tightly and refusing to let go. Fang Suli comforted herself in her heart, slowly, little by little, turning her head to look behind her.

Behind her, there was nothing.

The items on the display were arranged properly, one piece of clothing stacked neatly on top of another, without any abnormality.

Wait, that mannequin…

Fang Suli hesitated a little.

Why did that mannequin feel a little strange? Although the supermarket manager was very stingy, would he really use such a plastic mannequin that looked even a little scary?

“Is it done yet? Did you see anything?” Zhang Yuan asked, her voice slightly tearful.

Fang Suli hesitated and said, “No, really, there’s nothing, you can see for yourself.”

As she spoke, she let go of Zhang Yuan’s hand and slowly walked towards the plastic mannequin.

Right in front of her, the cracks on the plastic mannequin’s face grew larger.

It looked very uncomfortable, like a shattered face.

Strange, why did this face look so familiar?

Where had she seen it before?

Fang Suli: “No, I’m just…” She walked a little closer to the mannequin, “Come and take a look.”

Zhang Yuan hesitated for a long time, but eventually, urged by Fang Suli, she slowly turned her head.

And the mannequin’s stiff eyes, with pupils painted on, were staring at her intently.

Fang Suli asked, “Don’t be angry, don’t you think it looks familiar? Where have we seen it before?”

Hearing her say that, Zhang Yuan came back to her senses.

She couldn’t help but carefully examine the mannequin.

Strange, it really did look familiar.

Where had she seen it?

What was exposed was real human skin!

So familiar… Where had she seen it?

They didn’t notice that Tu Heng, who was standing next to them, hadn’t spoken for a long time.

He stood there, motionless, like a plastic mannequin.

So similar… So much like a living person…

Fang Suli slapped her forehead, “I finally know, did you notice? This statue looks exactly like that Lu Yanli the police are wanted for.”

As soon as these words were spoken, the last piece of the plastic mannequin’s face finally fell to the ground.

A human face, with a face identical to the one on the wanted poster!

“Yes! It really is him!” Zhang Yuan finally solved the mystery. She was feeling happy, but suddenly, her neck hurt.

She saw a headless corpse, wearing her clothes, with a large amount of blood spurting from its severed neck, and then falling heavily to the ground.

The plastic mannequin, holding an axe, walked towards Fang Suli.

Fang Suli finally snapped back to her senses.

What had she… what had she just done?! Why had she unknowingly discussed it with Zhang Yuan for so long?

Fang Suli turned around and ran, regretting everything. As she ran, she shouted loudly, “Run! It’s haunted! Help, ahhhh—”

How could the others wait for her? They saw a figure holding a long-handled axe appear at the top of the escalator on the second floor. Who else could that figure be but Lu Yanli, whom the police had declared dead?

The figure quietly watched Fang Suli, who was running down the escalator, without chasing.

Fang Suli stepped onto the last step and was about to step onto the floor and run out when the floor tiles under her feet suddenly collapsed.

Fang Suli was swallowed in.

The plastic mannequins on the second floor were still breaking, revealing faces.

Without exception, all of those faces were the faces of the people who had been in the supermarket earlier.

They gradually began to move, their stiff bodies becoming flexible, and then, they slowly walked out—to find those who had been in the supermarket, and then, to replace them!

The vengeful ghost in the form of Lu Yanli, also holding a long-handled axe, disappeared at the entrance, not knowing where he was going.

*

“It’s haunted! It’s really haunted!” A task-taker hurriedly ran into the room he shared with his companion, gasping for breath.

His companion should be on the balcony, he saw the shadow cast by the other from the balcony.

“What’s haunted?” His companion’s voice sounded.

“What’s haunted?” His companion asked again.

The cup was covered with thin, white maggots.

Was that what he had just drank?

Ew—

Before he had time to vomit, he heard his companion ask again, “What’s haunted?”

He had already noticed that something was wrong.

He stepped on his companion’s shadow, which stretched out from the balcony door, and from his angle, he could see outside the door.

Outside the door… there was no one.

The shadow he was stepping on was just a shadow.

“What’s haunted?” the voice asked again.

He turned around and wanted to escape, but he didn’t notice that his own shadow, under his feet, was grabbed at the ankle by that shadow. Similarly, he felt an icy, bone-chilling hand grip his ankle, and then, pull him down hard—

He fell in.

Soon after, on the ground, one shadow had become two.

*

In the center of the town, a figure gradually emerged.

He held a long-handled axe in his hand, slowly walking from the street, and then, came to a residential building and walked in from the first floor.

Screams rang out one after another, and lights went out one by one.

The author has something to say: Inspiration for this article:

① I love all kinds of horror and thriller movies, stories, and comics, these are sources of inspiration

② Usually all kinds of random thoughts, such as seeing store windows on the street and imagining the reflections inside, imagining that there are strange things under the blankets, pillows, and beds after turning off the lights, and seeing a river and imagining the rotting corpses buried in the river, etc., these materials are randomly shuffled and reorganized to find a pattern, which is the source of most of the “routines” in this article.

③ All kinds of strange dreams

④ “Stories from around” from friends and buddies