Starting with dissecting ghost stories

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At 1:30 a.m., Li Ya walked into the video store, panting heavily.

Inside the video store, a semi-transparent white plastic film almost completely covered the entire room. All the trash was hidden under the thick, semi-transparent white film, and it would make a slight sound when stepped on.

The surrounding area is full of shops, and by nine o'clock most of them have already closed up shop. By ten o'clock all the streetlights outside are turned off, so there is no way anyone would be walking around or hear any sound.

Setting up this place had already taken up a lot of his time and energy, and he barely managed to buy everything he needed today, which was now piled up in the middle.

He didn't turn on the lights; the only illumination inside came from the moonlight filtering through the gaps in the newspaper.

The doll was leaning against the corner, completely hidden in the corner.

Suddenly, Li Ya, who was pacing anxiously, stopped.

He looked at the empty space before him, then suddenly squatted down and spoke in a gentle tone:

"Little Flower, it doesn't hurt...it's okay...it'll be over soon..."

Suddenly, he closed his mouth, clenched his back teeth, and his eyes turned sinister.

"Dad will become rich. Just help Dad this once. This time your luck will really turn around."

"Don't move."

In the darkness, he stretched out his hands, as if pinching something, the veins on his arms bulging.

"I told you not to move! You're such a good-for-nothing son of that bitch! Damn it..."

Suddenly, Li Ya stopped moving. He raised his hands in a daze and stared at them.

From Li Ya's perspective, her hands no longer had five fingers; it seemed as if a piece of flesh-colored cotton cloth had been wrapped around them, making them look like the hands of a mannequin.

"No...don't eat me...I'll bring you someone right away...he'll be here soon..."

Li Ya seemed to have gone mad, standing there laughing and crying incoherently. He shakily took out a bag of dark red pills, but his hands were shaking so much that they fell to the ground and scattered everywhere.

He hurriedly lay down to search, but just then, he felt that the moonlight at the door was being blocked.

He looked up and gazed at the entrance of the video store.

The blue coating on the glass window was covered with newspapers, and a "burly" figure could be vaguely seen standing outside the door.

The door was slightly ajar, just in case another person came in, and the light coming through the crack was completely blocked.

"Who?"

Li Ya spoke, but there was no response from behind the door; all that could be heard was the rustling sound of clothes being undressed.

Take off your clothes, fold them, and stuff them into your bag.

Li Ya picked up the boning knife beside him and reached for the door. Just then, the door was pushed open.

A "demon" shrouded in a white protective suit stood in the doorway with his back to the moonlight.

His face beneath the protective shield was a bloody mess, with countless scarlet tentacles wriggling on the flesh, clinging to the transparent mask as if they were about to burst through it!

"Uh...uh..." Li Ya's hands and feet were ice cold, and her legs suddenly felt weak.

Just then, the person came in, closed the door, turned on the light, and when he turned around, the face behind the protective suit, illuminated by the yellow light bulb, looked like Shen Xing again.

Shen Xing put down his bag, and the contents inside rattled together, making a metallic clanging sound. As he walked toward the cable ties, he glanced back and saw the doll in the corner.

At this point, the doll seemed to have stopped mimicking and was simply maintaining the posture of a doll, leaning against the corner of the wall.

Shen Xing ignored the puppet for the time being, unless it did something to him on its own initiative.

"Damn it, what was that just now?" Li Ya, having regained his senses, walked towards Shen Xing with his knife, his voice low and furious.

But as he walked, he seemed to have stepped on something. He looked down, cursed under his breath, then put down the knife, squatted down, and used both hands to gather up the things that had fallen onto the plastic sheet.

Shen Xing glanced at it and saw the dark red pills.

Ma Guo is also a drug addict.

Ignoring Li Ya, Shen Xing removed the knife from Li Ya's feet and began to count the things Li Ya had bought.

Hmm, I managed to buy everything.

They bought all the right things; their luck is truly amazing.

"Get me a cup, preferably a glass," Shen Xing said, turning to Li Ya.

"......OK."

Li Ya walked towards another room, while Shen Xing had already unzipped his bag, taken out a pair of latex gloves, and put them on his hands through his protective suit.

After Li Ya brought the cup, Shen Xing took out 84 disinfectant and medical alcohol from the things Li Ya had bought, and poured in most of the disinfectant.

The pungent smell of chlorine instantly filled the air.

Next, he unscrewed the alcohol bottle cap and slowly added alcohol in portions along the side of the glass.

The ratio is approximately 3:1.

As the liquids mixed, the once calm bottom of the glass began to turn cloudy, and then a violent reaction began.

The glass quickly fogged up, and the originally cool glass became scalding hot within seconds, indicating a violent exothermic reaction.

Tiny bubbles churned inside the liquid, and the originally pungent bleach smell gradually underwent a subtle change. A sweet, cloying ether smell, similar to rotten apples, began to form in the air—it was evaporating chloroform gas.

Shen Xing held his breath, took a step back, and quietly waited for the reaction to end.

Li Ya, who was standing to the side, couldn't understand what Shen Xing was doing at all. He stood there watching, glancing at the room with the human heads every now and then, looking somewhat impatient.

It was clearly a plan to feed Shen Xing to the doll after Shen Xing had helped him with everything.

About five minutes later, the liquid in the cup stopped bubbling and the temperature began to drop.

The originally turbid liquid began to show obvious stratification.

The top layer is the waste liquid and water left over from the reaction, while the layer of crystal clear, colorless, oily liquid that settles at the bottom of the cup is what he wants.

High-purity chloroform.

Its density is greater than that of water, so it will obediently sink to the bottom.

Shen Xing took out a flexible tube that had been removed from a large syringe and carefully threaded it through the upper waste liquid using the siphon principle, inserting it to the bottom of the cup.

As the syringe was pulled in and out, the oily "poison" was slowly drawn into the syringe.

It's only about 15 milliliters.

The quantity wasn't much, but it was enough.

"Get me a piece of cloth."

Li Ya got up to find some cloth. After he brought back several pieces of cloth and handed one of them to Shen Xing, he saw Shen Xing expel the air from the syringe and push the liquid inside onto the tattered cloth.

Li Ya had no idea that everything he was doing today was digging his own grave.

Moreover, he personally handed the shovel to the other party.

Shen Xing took the rag soaked in chloroform and, before Li Ya could react, pressed it against Li Ya's mouth and nose.

Li Ya's eyes widened suddenly, but what followed was an extremely strong, cloyingly sweet smell of rotten apples.

The sweetness was mixed with a burning sensation like a red-hot wire, which burned all the way down the trachea into the lungs.

"Cough... Ugh!"

He tried to cough, but the air that had just risen into his lungs was blocked back up.

He tried to raise his hand to gouge out Shen Xing's eyes, but his arms felt as heavy as if they were filled with cement, so heavy that he couldn't lift them at all.

My vision began to narrow, the surrounding darkness pressed down, and the dim lights in the video arcade stretched and distorted in the center of my field of vision, turning into eerie spots of light.

After a violent spasm, his body collapsed to the ground like a lump of mud.

Chloroform is not a mandatory test in forensic toxicology. Unless a forensic examiner smells a distinct odor during an autopsy or finds a towel stained with chloroform at the scene, the laboratory will not specifically run headspace gas chromatography to look for chloroform.

Shen Xing squatted down and carefully examined Li Ya's face.

He deliberately held the bottle at an angle to prevent Li Ya's skin from directly contacting the chloroform, so her skin was not burned.

He was leaving the possibility of leaving the body behind.