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

Chapter 84 Parents in the Refrigerator
"I told you it was just a social event. I won't do it if everyone else does it. Do I still want to do the project? There are many big projects for the liberation of Wangcheng this time. If I take on two of them, it will be enough for the rest of my life. You know what I mean."

"Don't mention this to me. What did you promise me last time? You said you would never go to that place again, but you turned around and put 100,000 yuan into it. I asked you to buy a toy for your daughter, but you pushed it to Xiao Sun and bought your daughter a shabby house that scares children. Now she doesn't even dare to go into her own room..."

Zhong Xie opened the door completely, pointed at the dolls on the bed in the master bedroom and asked Xiaolan: "Are these your parents? They look quite unique."

The dolls on the bed are a boy and a girl, both human-sized, with countless red threads sewn on their faces and bodies, turning their originally Q-version facial features into distorted and painful ones.

At this time, the low-quality recording devices on their bodies were playing the content of the quarrel in a loop, and the mechanical electronic synthesized sound with a hoarse texture kept echoing in the quiet room.

"Mom and Dad... When did they become dolls?" Xiaolan looked at the faces of the two dolls and felt a chill in her heart. She asked Zhong Xie, "Isn't the second floor safe for the time being? Why did it suddenly become like this?"

She walked forward and pressed her mother's doll, but the touch on her hand indicated that it was just a doll, stuffed with only cotton, not a corpse.

Zhong Xie did not answer, but walked forward, turned Xiaolan's father over, and sure enough, found a piece of product label behind his butt.

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Product Name: Dad

Product content: 100% pure dad

Production date: September 9

Shelf life: 120 hours
(Refrigeration is recommended, and it is forbidden to use when odor occurs)
"Your father was born three days ago and now he has one day left to live. It turns out that he was infected earlier." Zhong Xie showed the label to Xiao Lan, "No wonder he doesn't care about you and your sister."

Suddenly his eyes were attracted by a line of small words on the label. It was a name that seemed familiar to him.

[Product Origin: Haicheng Jinchuan Mental Hospital Co., Ltd.]

Jinchuan Mental Hospital?

There is also this mental hospital in Haicheng. It turns out that my hospital is a chain?
Zhong Xie suddenly felt a sense of pride and at the same time became more curious about the origins of the Jinchuan Mental Hospital in Haicheng.

Does this mental hospital have a strange method of replacing people with dolls?

It seems that the model house in Xiaolan's house was not accidental, but more like someone was pushing it behind the scenes. Was it the Xiao Sun mentioned in the quarrel recording?

This model house was bought by that little Sun.

Zhong Xie turned the label over and saw a promotional slogan for Jinchuan Psychiatric Hospital on it.

"We don't produce mental illness, we are just the carriers of mental illness."

That’s right, his mental hospital is indeed a national chain.

Now that I think about it, there seems to be something really wrong with the Jinchuan Mental Hospital, and I'm even more interested in investigating it.

"Three days ago? Three days ago..." Xiaolan recalled, but she couldn't figure out what strange thing happened three days ago. Now she thought about it, she seemed to have been working on her internship certificate.

She turned over her mother's doll and looked at the label: "My mother's label is six days old. So she was affected by this weird story even earlier? Six days ago was when the model house was delivered. I still remember this date. It was my mother who went out to receive the package at that time."

"Wow, a girl three years older than her husband is really rich." Zhong Xie commented casually, and then began to search in the room, walking around to see if there were any other clues.

He noticed that the skull-crushing hammer in Lin Youlan's hand had returned to its original shape from the doll, probably because the effect of this weird transformation was only temporary.

That’s right, if it’s a seal with no time limit, it would be too strong.

Seeing her parents disappear and turned into dolls, Xiaolan did not panic. She forced herself to calm down and carefully recalled everything that had happened at home in the past few days, hoping to find the forgotten information.

At this time, the headless woman Zhong Xie in blood-red clothes walked out of her sister's room opposite. She cut two holes in the middle of the blood-red clothes to reveal her eyes so as not to block her vision.

"I didn't feel any changes, except for a smell similar to ink." Headless Zhong Xie reached out and sniffed his cuffs, then walked into the master bedroom.

Zhang Zitai stepped forward and touched the bloody clothes: "You put it on like this and nothing happened?"

He was a little puzzled: "Then why did her parents become dolls?"

Normally speaking, the core thing in a horror story cannot be offended. The core thing in this horror story is obviously the bloody shirt, but now the headless Zhong Xie put it on and nothing happened. This is a bit beyond common sense.

Many victims in ghost stories are haunted by ghost stories because of "disrespect", such as overturning altars, destroying paintings, trespassing in forbidden areas, etc. However, these victims are not all seeking death. People who do such "disrespectful" things may not be willing to do so. It may be a coincidence, or it may be simply due to mental erosion and interference.

There are very few people like Zhong Xie who find opportunities to use themselves to trigger ghost story effects. After all, not everyone has his supporting facilities.

"Of course it's because her parents' dolls have already been made." Wu Du Zhong Xie glanced at Zhang Zitai, thinking that this question was very stupid. "Lin Youlan's hammer turned into a doll only temporarily, but her parents' should not be transformed but replaced. The dolls were made a few days ago and are only now replaced..."

He thought about it, trying to find the hidden conditions.

Zhong Xie thought of something and asked Xiao Lan: "When was the last time you saw your parents? I mean in person."

"It was 10 o'clock in the evening. They had just had a quarrel. I went into the room and told my dad about it. He was just impatient and didn't pay much attention to what I said." Xiaolan recalled, "I thought he was so fierce because of the quarrel, but now I think about it, maybe he has been affected by the ghost story."

"The time interval is a bit long, and we can't be sure whether your parents were replaced before or after we came." Zhong Xie returned to Xiaolan's original room. He walked to the door of the model house and saw that there were new changes in the model house.

The lights on the first floor have been restored, the house is bright, and the three doll bodies that were originally hanging have been cleaned up. Now the Barbie princesses can even chat casually in the living room on the first floor, as if the evil spirits in the house have been completely eliminated.

Because Xue Yi came to the big house outside the model house, is the model house completely safe?
Looking at the static images of these Barbie princesses laughing and playing, Zhong Xie felt provoked.

So he raised his eyebrows, took out his sister's handmade set, then cut off several pieces from the blood-stained shirt of the headless Zhong Xie, and simply sewed it into a small blood-stained shirt, which he immediately stuffed into the small window of the attic of the model room.

"What are you doing?" Zhang Zita had always been following Zhong Xie. He noticed Zhong Xie's actions, which also attracted other people.

"Let Princess Barbie feel the pain of the world." Zhong Xie observed the movements in the model room.

At the same time when the bloody clothes fell into the model house, the expressions of the Barbie princesses changed, from static joy to static fear, and they flashed in the house like a PPT.

There is no movement, only static appearance.

He was drinking tea at the table one second, and appeared near the stairs the next second, with a terrified look, as if he wanted to verify whether the blood-stained clothes he felt had really returned.

Zhong Xie looked at the changes in the model room, then looked at the blood-stained clothes on the headless Zhong Xie that were gradually returning to their original state, and made a judgment in his mind.

If the blood-stained clothes are transmitted to a lower place, they will not disappear, because the current world is more advanced than the model house?
He expressed his guess: "You should be able to see that what happened in this model house is a preview of reality. The blood-stained clothes and the doll are both physical images, and they are 'signals' that the preview has become reality."

Zhong Xie pointed at the model house with one hand, pointed at the house under his feet with the other, and pointed out the window with his headless hand: "Now I guess there are three dimensions here. In fact, I don’t know what it is called. To be precise, this is definitely not a dimension, but it is temporarily called a dimension."

"The model house is the lowest dimension. Bloody clothes appeared in their room. The bloody clothes were killing them, so they looked for an opportunity to transfer the bloody clothes to a higher dimension, which is Xiaolan's house. When the bloody clothes appeared in Xiaolan's house, the eyes in the higher dimension noticed this. They began to worry that the bloody clothes would continue to be transferred upwards, so they looked for the bloody clothes outside the window until they found the bloody clothes in the closet, which was in my hands, and then they left with peace of mind."

Jiang Shuran followed Zhong Xie's words and made a guess: "In other words, if you want to get rid of the blood-stained robe, you must send it to the higher dimension you mentioned, which is the dimension where the eyes are."

"That's right." Zhong Xie nodded, "But before that, we have to figure out how these Barbie princesses moved the bloody clothes from the model house to the closet in this room, so I am recreating the process."

After understanding what Zhong Xie was thinking, everyone squatted in front of the model house to observe.

The Barbie princesses rushed to the third floor as quickly as possible. Although they kept flashing in everyone's eyes, it was like reading a comic strip, and everyone could still understand what these Barbie princesses did.

They quickly went to the third floor and found the bloody clothes that Zhong Xie had stuffed in.

Li Baosha looked out the window angrily, as if she could see Zhong Xie's prying eyes.

Her face looked ferocious and fierce, as if she wanted to come out and eat Zhong Xie, the villain who threw the bloody clothes back, at any time.

However, just when she was about to make a move, the clothes of several Barbie princesses were instantly dyed blood red. The next second, they all appeared on the beams, hanged on the third floor in a twisted and bent posture.

No, what appeared on the third floor was not the real Barbie princess, but a special doll, a doll whose face and body were sewn with countless threads.

The Barbie princess in the model room was also replaced by a doll?
Zhong Xie inexplicably thought of the label he saw on Xiaolan’s father before, which said “Refrigeration recommended”.

As if to confirm his thoughts, the next second he saw the refrigerator door in the living room on the first floor opened automatically, or rather, it was opened by some invisible creature.

There was a slight chill coming out of the refrigerator, and all the cabinets were stuffed full of the dismembered parts of Barbie princess.

"I think I know where your parents are hiding."

Zhong Xie expressed everyone’s guesses.

(End of this chapter)