In Tokyo, the dungeon master

Makichi held up a selfie stick, the camera pointed at the dilapidated gate of the abandoned hospital. He tried to appear calm, but his voice betrayed a hint of nervousness, and he deliberately raised his voice to create a sense of tension.

"Everyone, look over here! I'm not kidding, I really am here! This is the most haunted abandoned hospital in all of Tokyo. It's said that every night, you can hear patients wailing and nurses' footsteps coming from inside, and very few people who go in ever come out unscathed!"

That's bragging. More than one streamer has filmed videos here and walked out unharmed, at most just a little scared.

From a metaphysical perspective, this hospital has bad feng shui; from a scientific perspective, its magnetic field is also problematic. It's a hospital that specializes in abortions, so many people feel very uncomfortable after just one visit.

After the hospital closed down, the site was never sold and became an abandoned hospital. Homeless people in the neighborhood preferred to sleep in the park rather than come here, and over time, various terrifying legends arose.

Although it was rather peculiar, Gu Meng had investigated it beforehand. As expected, because it was a world devoid of demons, even though it was a naturally yin place, filled with the resentment of countless infants, and imbued with the "fear" accumulated from Tokyo's supernatural legends, there were still no real ghosts—at least not before the evil spirits created by Gu Meng took over.

Maki had already scouted the location yesterday during the day and even set up some small tricks to create a show effect. Now he's pretending it's his first time here.

As she spoke, she opened the half-closed door, and a piercing scraping sound rang out in the quiet night, sounding like something out of a horror movie, making Maki shudder.

As expected of a famous place in Tokyo ghost stories, it was really scary to come here at night. She subconsciously gripped the selfie stick tightly, but still gritted her teeth and went in.

The camera wobbled haphazardly, sweeping across the dusty, cobweb-covered hall.

The live stream chat exploded with comments:

"Hahaha, Maki's acting is pretty convincing."

"Was that door-breaking sound pre-recorded? It's too scripted."

"Trying to grab attention right after getting criticized, huh? Unbelievable."

"Hoping for a plot twist, is it just another self-directed and self-acted trick?"

Seeing the comments, Makichi gritted his teeth, suppressing his fear, and deliberately made a face at the camera: "Don't you believe me? I'll take you to the operating room on the second floor right now. They say it's the most haunted place!"

As she spoke, she climbed the stairs strewn with broken glass, her footsteps echoing in the empty hallway with muffled thuds, accompanied by the sound of dust falling.

Just as she reached the corner on the second floor, the camera suddenly captured a blurry white figure that flashed by and disappeared at the door of the operating room at the end.

Makichi stopped abruptly, his smile freezing instantly, and his voice trembling: "Did you guys just see that? It looked like something ran past!"

She had set up a trap in advance... but not this kind.

The comments section was still full of mockery. Those who continued watching Makiji after the controversy was over were either long-time fans or haters. Many people had guesses about Makiji's tactics:

"I saw it, I saw it. The extras you hired are pretty fast."

"Could you put a little more effort into this? The special effects are so cheap."

"That was such an awkward performance, let's just end it already."

Zhenji swallowed hard. How could Xiuzhen be a bunch of trolls? He hated these kinds of haters the most!

If this were before, she would have started silencing people... Oh well, now only they are watching her.

Dusk witnesses true believers; even haters are fans.

As for the ghostly figure she had just seen, she comforted herself that she was seeing things, but the chill in her heart grew stronger and stronger. The temperature in the corridor seemed to drop by more than ten degrees in an instant, and the biting cold wind blew in through her collar, making her feel cold all over.

She steeled herself and walked forward. The operating room door was ajar, and the room was pitch black, exuding a musty smell and a faint stench of blood.

"Everyone, I'm going in!"

Makichi took a deep breath, reached out and pushed open the operating room door. The camera shone inside, revealing a gruesome sight: the operating table was covered in stains, and discarded medical instruments were piled up in the corner, stained with dark red marks.

Makichi comforted himself: "This might be a prop from a former streamer? Haha, it actually looks quite convincing, haha..."

Suddenly, the operating room light flickered with a "zzzt" sound, then turned on for a moment and then went out abruptly, plunging the entire room into a deathly silence, with only Makichi's rapid breathing remaining.

Immediately afterwards, a cold, piercing voice rang in her ear, like someone whispering in her ear, or like countless people wailing at the same time, indistinct yet carrying a deep-seated malice.

"Who?! Who's there?!" Maki screamed in fright, turning around abruptly, only to find no one behind her. Yet, the malice grew stronger, as if something was staring intently at her, making her stiffen and unable to move.

She subconsciously looked up and saw a woman lying face down on the ceiling of the operating room. She was soaking wet and pale, with long hair hanging down against gravity, covering most of her face. Only a pair of dark eyes were staring at her, and a strange smile was curled at the corner of her mouth.

The woman's body slowly writhed and crawled down the wall, her limbs twisted and her posture strange. With each step she took, a "drip drip" sound was heard, leaving a puddle of water on the ground and emitting a pungent, fishy stench.

A Pokémon has been discovered! This is a classic Sadako-type ghost story!

Maki's heart was pounding wildly, her throat felt like it was blocked by something, and she couldn't even scream. Her whole body was shaking like a leaf, and the selfie stick in her hand fell to the ground with a "clatter." The camera was pointed at the ground, and could only capture her frantic feet and the approaching dark shadow.

"No, don't come any closer! I said don't come any closer... Help! Help me!"

Makichi was so frightened that he backed away repeatedly, his back slamming heavily against the cold wall. His body slowly slid down the wall, his eyes filled with terror, his pupils dilated with extreme fear, his face pale, his lips trembling, and he couldn't even finish a sentence.

She could feel the icy aura enveloping her, as if she would be swallowed up by the dark shadow in the next second.

The chat room was still noisy, mostly filled with sarcasm:

"He was so immersed in the role, he almost cried."

"The script is good, but the acting is a bit awkward."

"The shadow effects are pretty good, they must have cost a lot of money."

"Is Makichi trying to turn things around with his acting skills?"

However, a few comments started to get nervous:

"Wait a minute, her reaction doesn't seem like acting, does it? The fear in her eyes is so real."

"I'm a longtime fan, and Masaki's acting isn't that good."

"That dark figure just now didn't seem to be a special effect?"

"That's a bit scary. Could something have really happened?"

As the approaching shadow grew clearer, the wails around her grew louder and louder. Overwhelmed by terror, she felt a wave of darkness wash over her, her chest tightened, her mind went blank, and she could no longer hold on. Her body went limp, and she collapsed, losing consciousness completely.

Makichi, offline.

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