Trying to pretend to be human today

Chapter 212
This haunted villa has several owners, and among the families of several owners, there are naturally children.

From just a few months old, to those under ten years old.

And young ghosts are naturally weaker than ghosts transformed by adults in terms of observing words and expressions.

Just like now, when the adult ghost realized something and didn't rush forward, the one who took the lead became this young, naughty child ghost who was still very mischievous even after death.

It was playing with a ball on the ceiling of the room where Baisu slept, and after a successful prank, it dropped the ball and slipped away.

The ball was dunked by Baisu and thrown under the bed, preventing the ball from appearing in the live broadcast room.

Afterwards, after Baisu left the room, the child ghost took the ball back, and Sewing Repair threw it out again.

The ball fell from the second floor after brushing the sideburns of the black-haired young man. The muffled sound like lead filling made the humans present realize that if the ball hit them, they might die on the spot.

What is it that weighs so much... Looking back slightly, the human wants to lean over to look.

After a moment of hesitation, the two humans did not move.

Laughing child ghosts clapped their hands at the end of the corridor.

Judging from the size of the body, it is completely impossible to tell that the pitch that was so beautiful that it could blow people's heads just now came from it.

After the child ghost dies, all abilities are strengthened.

Judging from the strong yin energy on it, it is no better than those grown-up ghosts, and even more ferocious.

The little ghost, who was so pale that his cheeks turned blue, opened his eyes full of childlike innocence, and pointed at them with his little fingers.

In an instant, the light bulb above his head exploded.

The shards of glass scattered in all directions, a few scraped across the surface of the skin and left bloodstains, and several pierced into the body, causing people to cry out in pain.

The two humans quickly ran away from the range of the debris rain, and only Baisu remained in place.

[Wait... what's that at the end of the corridor? ]
[There seemed to be a muffled sound just now. ]
[This kid is quite... pretty ghostly. ]
[Are the special effects so realistic now? ]
The dark-haired youth who remained in place was undisturbed by the debris.

There was only a shallow incision on the cheek, and the incision was white, and it healed quickly.

As for embedded in the body?It has been digested, and the taste of glass slag is a bit harsh.

Seeing that there were only two human beings screaming and avoiding as he thought, and one remained silent, the child tilted his head in confusion.

Then it let out a screech, detonating more fragile objects.

The lamps on the ceiling, the vases used for decoration, the glass in front of the picture frame...all these items exploded, and the fine fragments turned into sharp sharp objects, aiming at the black-haired young man standing there.

Countless needles hung there, and the black-haired young man in the center just raised his head.

The black and white pupils stared at the child at the end of the corridor, and the child couldn't help but take half a step back, hitting the wall behind him.

At the same time, he hung the camera down.

One second, or ten seconds.

The brain capacity of the child ghost couldn't understand the reason for its backward movement, and the uneasiness that came from the depths of its soul was finally overwhelmed by the disgust of wanting to make trouble for people. It babbled and waved its short hands.

The spiky splinters suspended like balls suddenly shrank inward.

Theoretically, the black-haired young man targeted by the needle will definitely be hit, no matter how you think about it, there is no way to escape, right?

Human beings thought so, and their eyes widened in horror.

The expected tragedy didn't happen, or in other words, it was only within the time when the eyelids touched up and down that the black figure was no longer covered by the needle light.

At the same time, the brains of human beings tingled, and they seemed to have witnessed a very strange picture.

It hurts...the brain is not enough, what did they see?
There was constant buzzing in the ears, and only after the heat in the mind had completely subsided did humans see the scene in front of them clearly.

The sharp objects that fell into the air all collided together, and most of them were cracked. Now most of them are lying on the floor, with a thick layer accumulated.

As for that black figure...appeared at the end of the corridor.

It's hard to describe what the black-haired young man is doing from a distance. He can only be vaguely seen squatting there with the camera in his other hand.

Two humans: ?
Two Humans: Why hasn't the camera been forgotten by this time? ?

Baisu did indeed hold up the camera, adjusted the height, and pointed the lens at the child ghost's face.

The pictures that can be included are only the area from the child's mouth to the eyebrows, and the rest cannot be seen.

Of course, the audience in the live broadcast room couldn't see his hand pinching the child ghost's neck.

The neck of the child who died prematurely was thin and soft, and Baisu squeezed his five fingers into it without much effort.

Child Ghost: Is it possible that your strength is relatively strong?

The child who was strangled by the neck was so angry that he couldn't speak, and soon he had no energy left.

"Look, isn't this makeup look real?" Baisu spoke briskly, leaning against the camera and said, "The little actor has been looking for a long time, and the makeup has been put on for a while."

The good thing about the ghost is that no matter how you pinch it, it won't turn red. For example, this one under him, except for the fierce expression, it is impossible to tell that he is about to pinch the opponent's head off.

A large area of ​​the child ghost's body has been covered in white, and the white mass is still shrinking a little bit, as if it is gnawing.

As for the neck, there is almost only the skin that is still connected there like a lotus root.

[... I almost had a cardiac arrest in the middle of the night. ]
[One second I was protesting not to look at the floor, and the next second I showed us grimaces, as expected of you, Xiaobai! ]
[Take off the powder, woo woo woo, scared to death. ]
[But the makeup is really real. ]
The audience was frightened and talked nonsense, but few people thought that the child ghost in front of the camera was real.

——If it is true, there is no way to get close contact, right?
Most people hold the idea that ghosts and ghosts only exist in virtual works for ordinary people.

There are also a small number of people who are watching Baisu's live broadcast room with a headache.

For example, the special department for ghosts who worked overtime urgently in the middle of the night.

"Can't get in touch yet?" The black-faced policeman with a short cut and a pile of cigarette butts in his hand repeated this question for the fifth time this night.

"Lian... can't be contacted." The colleague who was asked tried again and replied.

Xia Chengyin wiped out the eyes in his hand speechlessly, then turned to ask others: "Do you want to report to him and bring a satellite phone?"

Tang Nuo pushed the glasses: "It may not be useful, but you can apply for it."

However, Tang Nuo felt that the chances of it being useful were really slim. Like Baisu's current environment, he was probably isolated from the outside world again.

Even satellite phones don't work well in this situation.

"Tsk, this kid is really..." Grinding his teeth, Xia Chengyin patted the technician on the shoulder, "Then what about the live broadcast source, can there be no way to cut it off?"

The technician, who also worked hard for a long time, had black eye bags, and replied sadly: "No, the entire live broadcast room is locked. The preliminary judgment is that a ghost similar to an 'electronic ghost' has intervened."

(End of this chapter)