High-level martial arts: I can choose Hextech equips.

The motion-sensor lights in the living room seemed to have an unstable circuit, flickering on and off suddenly.

The faint yellow light cast shadows on the coffee table and chairs, making them sway like living things.

The already quiet neighborhood was now so quiet you could hear a pin drop, and you could even hear the distant tides; just like the boundless and deep sea at the beginning of The Ring.

Lin Shuxuan tried to speak, but his throat felt like it was being tightly choked.

Yu Xin, standing to the side, exuded an aura as deep and unfathomable as the ocean.

The air around her seemed to solidify.

Lin Shuxuan then remembered that the seemingly unreliable older woman in front of him was the captain of the Xinhai City Public Security Bureau.

He is a powerful martial artist.

Yu Xin's movements were completely invisible.

When she came to her senses, her slender fingers were already resting on the landline receiver.

She turned her head and gestured for Lin Shuxuan to move away from the landline and the screen.

Lin Shuxuan thought to himself, "Oh no, oh no, that monster is going to come out of the TV in a minute; Yu Xin's TV is over a hundred inches, I wonder what kind of thing will crawl out of it."

However, if it were a delicate and sweet-looking woman like Bai Shasha, it wouldn't be impossible for her to climb out.

Yu Xin raised her hand and answered the phone.

Lin Shuxuan's breathing faltered slightly; could there really be ghosts? Could there really be beautiful, cute, and supple ghosts crawling out of the screen?

He awaited Yu Xin's conclusion.

"..."

"Ah...excuse me...it's a crime-solving meeting...um...excuse me..."

Yu Xin's violent aura subsided.

The motion-sensor lights resumed operation, and a warm yellow light once again filled every corner of the room.

She hung up the phone, turned around, and said:

"It was the property management calling; we were being too noisy just now."

Lin Shuxuan watched him silently like an angry boar, unable to make up his mind to attack due to his weak and clumsy body.

Noticing his gaze, Yu Xin coughed lightly.

"In short, it wasn't a complete loss."

"Those who left comments under your post saying they received terrifying phone calls are most likely due to strong psychological suggestion, associating the unexpected calls with urban legends."

"Furthermore, the rumors intensified because a powerful criminal was committing murders based on this pattern."

After hearing Yu Xin's deduction, Lin Shuxuan added.

"That's not all."

"Have you forgotten? Now I've become one of that perverted martial artist's targets too."

"The thought of dying a violent death in the street someday is something I can't wait for!"

Upon hearing this, Yu Xin glanced at him and then placed her hand on his shoulder.

"Indeed, the police will remember your sacrifice; on your tombstone, noble people will..."

Lin Shuxuan slapped Yu Xin's arm away.

"You are responsible for my safety, and the police department must return my money!"

"It's only natural."

Yu Xin did not try to bargain.

"I will send someone to protect you secretly, and the frozen money will be returned to your account tomorrow."

"But there's no need to worry too much. The killer will probably only operate in houses where 'The Ring' has been played."

Lin Shuxuan nodded in satisfaction upon hearing this; at least the matter of switching to martial arts was indeed settled.

"Alright, it's getting late, take me home."

He missed Yu Xin's waist-to-hip ratio when she was riding a bike.

"Get lost, I'll just call you a taxi at most." The two argued and left.

The room was plunged into darkness again.

a long time.

Jingle Bell

Jingle Bell

The landline rang slowly, then fell silent again after seven rings.

......

Fang Cheng pushed open the door and returned home.

The living room and entryway were pitch black, with only the bedroom door wide open, letting in a faint light.

"Fangcha, your brother is back."

No one responded.

"variance?"

He strode into the bedroom and saw his younger brother lying face up in front of the television, motionless.

The TV screen is showing "The Ring".

Fang Cheng's expression changed drastically, and his blood surged. However, he quickly calmed down, walked briskly to his brother's body, and reached out to examine it.

Breathing is normal, and the pulse is stable.

"Haha, big brother, you scared, didn't you?"

The 'corpse' lying on the ground suddenly sprang to its feet and burst into laughter.

"I recently saw an urban legend that says if you watch this movie, you'll receive a phone call, and if you can't answer it, you'll die."

"Isn't it interesting?"

Fang Cheng looked serious as he watched his younger brother's playful grin.

"What do you think you're doing? This urban legend is real; it really can kill!"

This time, it was the younger brother's turn to show a change in expression.

"Then...what do we do now...I..."

His brother's loud laughter interrupted him.

"You tricked me; only someone your age would believe in ghost stories."

The two brothers played around for a while, until Fang Cheng asked:

"How's your review going? Are you confident you can get into military academy?"

The younger brother, Fangcha, looked distressed.

"It's too difficult. I'll just barely get into a top-tier university."

"No problem, as long as you get extra points for the police station exam, by the time you graduate and start working there, your brother will be a squad leader too."

Fang Cheng had a sudden inspiration. He left the orphanage and studied hard, using subsidies and scholarships to raise his younger brother to this age.

Life is finally back on track.

It is for this reason that he has particular contempt for the weak.

Even if the conditions are bad, can they be worse than his? It's just that he's unwilling to endure hardship; and yet he puts on a show of moral blackmail.

Think carefully about whether you've been working hard!

As I pondered this, the midnight haunting played a crucial segment on the television.

His gaze was drawn to the female ghost played by Bai Shasha.

Her eyes were pure black, contrasting with her delicate yet pale features; her ethereal aura, enhanced by makeup, exuded an indescribable eeriness.

He thought of the girl he had met at the entrance of the police station, and a wave of sadness washed over him.

But thinking about what happened later, that tingling sensation quickly turned into a stinging pain.

That damned Lin Shuxuan, though a good-for-nothing, is truly a master at seducing women.

I only regret that I worked diligently in my youth and didn't develop my skills in sweet talk.

Unbeknownst to him, he was engrossed in a horror movie until a bell rang, interrupting him.

Ring ring.

The phone in the entryway rang unexpectedly.

His expression suddenly froze.

On the television screen, "Midnight Ring" was still playing, its eerie background music echoing throughout the room.

The light was dim, and the surroundings seemed to be filled with ghostly figures.

He and his brother exchanged a glance; the same thought flashed through their minds simultaneously.

Are urban legends true?

"Step back."

Fang Cheng's expression turned grave, and he gestured for his younger brother to leave the area.

He circulated his qi and blood, bringing his body to its peak, and gently picked up the phone.

"..."

"How is it?"

The younger brother asked nervously.

"It was a call from the property management company, saying it was time to pay the property management fees."

Fang Cheng hung up the phone with a smile, but also felt a little resentful.

If you hear too many unfounded rumors, you're bound to scare yourself unnecessarily.

The two brothers exchanged a smile, their expressions relaxed.

The light from the television set scattered across the cotton and linen curtains beside it, flickering as the movie played, like another shadow puppet show.

No one noticed that a shadow, shaped like a human upper body, slowly blocked the light from the television set.

It crawled out inch by inch.