My sister, whom I raised, has turned evil after faking her death for three years.

Old Li patted his chest to calm himself down while pouring himself a glass of water, remarking that the sound effects in the film were really well done.

Old Wang leaned back in his chair and admitted that it was indeed a bit scary, especially the part where they knocked on the window.

They had barely finished speaking when a clear knocking sound came from behind them at the window.

The movie has already finished playing, the end credits are playing softly, and the screen is displaying scrolling credits. There's no way there will be any more sound effects like knocking on the window.

Old Li's hand paused, and the water glass stopped in mid-air.

He swallowed hard and asked Lao Wang in a low voice, "Did you knock on it?" Lao Wang's expression froze, and he slowly shook his head, saying that he thought Lao Li had knocked on it to scare him.

The two exchanged a glance, then simultaneously turned their gaze to the glass window behind them.

The knocking on the window continued, neither too fast nor too slow.

"It's just the four of us on duty tonight. Old Zhou and Old Zheng went to patrol the back; they probably won't be back anytime soon..."

Old Li's voice grew softer and softer, and the second half of his sentence got stuck in his throat, and he didn't dare to say it.

The two of them took a deep breath at the same time and turned their heads sharply as if they had agreed beforehand.

There was no one outside the window.

The light from the guard post shone through the glass, illuminating a small open space outside, which was empty.

Old Li let out a long breath, his shoulders slumped, and he chuckled, saying that he had indeed scared himself.

Old Wang also breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the thermos on the table, and poured himself a mouthful of hot water to calm his nerves.

Then they both turned around.

The light from the screen reflected off the glass, casting a blurry white image less than half a meter behind them.

The two of them froze simultaneously.

Then, slowly, inch by inch, he raised his head and, through the gap between the screen and the glass window, saw the scene outside.

A pale hand was gripping the glass, its fingers slender and its nails a faint pink.

Above that hand was a face mostly obscured by long, flowing hair; in the dim light, only a pair of cold, clear eyes could be vaguely seen.

She opened her mouth, her lips moving as if she were saying something, but no sound could be heard through the glass.

The night breeze lifted her loose long hair and the hem of her white skirt stained with dark red blood.

"Ghost...ghost!!!" Old Li let out a heart-wrenching scream, sprang up from his chair and shrank back sharply. Old Wang also sprang up at almost the same time. The two of them scrambled to the corner of the guard post on the other side, their backs pressed tightly against the cold wall.

Old Li's phone slipped off the table and fell to the ground, the screen still lit.

Outside the window, Su Qing kept her hand raised, watching as the two people inside sprang up from their chairs with lightning speed and disappeared into a corner of her blind spot. She tapped the glass in confusion, "Where are they? They were just here a moment ago, how come they've vanished as soon as I turned around?"

The system calmly reminded her: [Host, there is a door on your left.]

Su Qing looked down at her left and saw that there was indeed a door, less than two steps away from the window.

  

She silently withdrew her hand and went around to the door.

Inside the guard post, Old Li gripped Old Wang's sleeve tightly, his voice trembling as if he'd just been pulled from ice water: "Old, Old Wang... did you... did you see that?"

Old Wang pressed himself tightly against the wall, his hand on his chest, his heart pounding as if it would jump out of his throat. Of course he saw it: a white dress, long hair, covered in blood, and a face as white as paper in the moonlight. Who knows which grave she crawled out of?

"Oh no, oh no, oh no! You know, in that movie we were watching just now, wasn't that what the ghost looked like? White dress, long hair... Could she have crawled out of the movie? Did she... just stick to the screen while we were watching the movie...?"

Old Li's words became increasingly outrageous and frightening, and he trembled like an autumn leaf.

The guard post fell into dead silence; neither of the two dared to move.

Old Li listened intently for a while, but all he could hear outside the window was the rustling of the night wind and the faint chirping of insects in the distance. There were no other unusual sounds.

He mustered his courage and said that maybe he had just seen it wrong, perhaps the light from the screen was reflecting off the glass. He stood up to check.

Old Wang was about to stop him from saying goodbye, but Old Li had already slowly stood up while holding onto the wall. Old Wang hesitated for a moment, thinking that it would be too embarrassing if he had really scared himself, so he also stood up.

The two of them carefully moved to the glass window opposite, one after the other.

The window was clean and dry, with no bloody handprints, no pale faces, nothing at all.

They brought their faces close to the glass and looked around. The open space outside the window was clearly illuminated by the guard post's light, and there wasn't a single ghost in sight.

Old Li let out a long sigh, his shoulders slumped completely, and he patted his chest: "I knew it! We must have seen it wrong. That movie must have been too scary, and it made us both go crazy. We should watch less of these kinds of movies in the future, so we don't scare ourselves."

Old Wang also breathed a sigh of relief and leaned against the door, rolling his eyes at Old Li and saying that he had shrunk back as fast as a rabbit just now, and still had the nerve to criticize others.

Upon hearing this, Old Li coughed twice, indicating that he had simply not realized what was happening.

Old Wang leaned against the door, laughing at how pale his face had been, scarier than a ghost in a movie, as he reached out and turned the doorknob.

The door creaked open.

He turned back to Lao Li and continued, "If you watch this kind of movie again, I'll break off all ties with you," before turning his gaze toward the door.

Just as Su Qing walked around the door and was about to knock, the door opened by itself.

Her raised hand froze in mid-air, her long, flowing hair fluttering gently in the night breeze.

She looked at the security guard who opened the door and politely opened her mouth to say hello and ask if she could use her phone to call a taxi.

"You you you you...you you you..." Old Wang's expression went from relaxed to frozen and then to deathly pale in less than a fraction of a second.

He stood frozen in place as if he had been struck on a pressure point, his pupils wide open.

Old Li saw him standing motionless at the door and asked in confusion what was wrong, then he also peeked over to take a look.

In a flash, Old Wang slipped past him, grabbed Old Li by the back of his collar, and the two of them shot out of the guard post like arrows.

Old Li tripped over the threshold and stumbled, one of his shoes flying off. He didn't bother to pick it up, hopped a couple of steps on one foot, and continued running.

"Oh my god, help!!! She crawled out of the TV!!! Don't come any closer!!!" Old Li shouted as he ran, his voice echoing on the empty mountain road.

Old Wang ran even faster than him, not daring to even turn his head: "Why are you following us?! I'm still young, I don't want to die!! I'll burn you paper money, as much as you want!! Paper villas, paper luxury cars, paper iPhones, whatever you want, I'll burn it for you, please don't follow me!!!"

The two people's screams grew fainter and fainter until they disappeared at the end of the mountain road.

Su Qing stood at the entrance of the guard post, watching the two figures disappear into the distance at the speed of a hundred-meter sprint, completely stunned.

She mentally called out to the system, asking what was going on with those two and why they were running away.

The system paused for a moment, then analyzed in an extremely tactful tone: [Host, is it possible—they were all scared away by you?]

"I didn't scare them. I just wanted to call a taxi using my phone."

After a brief analysis, the system began listing the data: [The host's current physical appearance—long, flowing hair, fluttering wildly in the wind; multiple dark red bloodstains all over the body, especially noticeable in the moonlight; walking barefoot silently, with an unsteady gait; pale complexion, lips lacking color.]

[Based on the above characteristics, the host's current appearance matches the visual symbol of "ghost" in human culture by as much as 95%. The system further added that the bloodstained death-faking commemorative outfit, in particular, played a decisive role in the visual effect.]

Su Qing looked down at the dress the system called the "Death Escape Commemorative Outfit," and took a deep breath: "Isn't this the Death Escape Commemorative Outfit you gave me? And didn't you just say it was decoration? How come it's now considered 'decisive'?"

The system was silent for a fraction of a second, then responded in a tone that was still steady but Su Qing felt carried a hint of guilt: [The decorative effect varies depending on the lighting conditions—]

Before Su Qing could say another word, she suddenly felt herself become clean.

She looked down and saw that the blood-stained dress had vanished without a trace, replaced by a black dress with a hem just below her knees, the soft and light fabric swaying gently in the night breeze.

She also wore a pair of black sandals, which fit her perfectly.

Su Qing looked down at her completely new look, remained silent for a moment, and asked the system why it hadn't given her shoes earlier.

The system's response was as concise and precise as ever: [The Death Anniversary Costume Set does not include footwear; this youthful and stylish outfit is a complete three-piece set.]

"……OK."

Su Qing gave a thumbs-up to the air and decided not to continue the topic.

She looks like a normal person now, not a ghost that crawled out of a coffin, so she shouldn't scare people away anymore.

She tugged at her skirt, glanced in the direction where the two had already disappeared, sighed, and thought, "Forget it, I won't chase them. I'll see if I can find their cell phones or some other means of contact in the guard post."