I frowned, slowly got out of bed, quietly came to the door, and pulled out the Setsuna knife.
The sharp blade reflected on my face.
I was like a wild beast preparing to ambush its prey.
He leaned against the door motionlessly.
Listening to the sound, you can feel that the sound is not the sound of women's high heels, but the sound of men's leather shoes stepping on the smooth marble floor.
I thought of the tall man in my mind for a moment.
I licked my lips and did not reach out to open the door.
Instead, I put my ear against the door panel and continued to listen to what was going on outside.
After a while the sound suddenly disappeared.
It suddenly disappeared, and the sudden silence made me feel a little uncomfortable.
I pursed my lips and waited for a while.
When there was still no movement, I opened the door of the ward violently.
"Creak" sound.
I stood in the room without exposing my body.
The corridor was brightly lit, and extremely bright lights extended from the end of the corridor.
My heart was beating loudly, right in my chest, straight into my throat.
I swallowed and carefully exposed half of my body, only to find that there was no one in the corridor.
This makes me a little suspicious.
Could it be my misunderstanding?
I walked out of the room with the Setsuna knife and took a few steps forward.
My footsteps echoed in the corridor.
But just before I took two steps, the light above my head suddenly flashed, splashing out a trace of sparks, and then all the lights in the entire corridor went out in an instant.
It was brightly lit just a moment ago, but now it's pitch black There were only a few dim green emergency signs left in the corridor.
I knew something was wrong, so I quickly turned around and walked towards the ward.
But what almost made me collapse was that the door to our ward was missing.
"Damn it."
I punched the wall with my fist.
The severe pain told me that this was not an illusion.
I squinted my eyes.
Of course I knew that this was not an illusion, but it was probably some kind of deception.
I took out a cigarette from my pocket, wanting to light it to relieve my stress, but just when I took out the lighter and prepared to light the cigarette, the strange sounds appeared again.
My hand shook, and I looked up subconsciously.
In the darkness, there seemed to be someone walking slowly towards my direction.
I licked my lips, lit the cigarette, sprayed out a puff of smoke, and then The knife was held by his side, waiting for this "person" to appear.
The crisp crashing sound came towards me slowly from far to near.
That sound was like knocking on my heart.
The dark corridor with a few green lights made me feel a little dazed. , the sneaky and secretive feeling made me don’t know how to express it.
Just when the sound was not far in front of me, it suddenly stopped abruptly again.
I was slightly stunned, and then frowned tightly.
I just saw the outline of the thing, and it was not The tall man during the day must be a woman, I thought to myself.
The maddeningly silent space made me feel no sense of security.
I looked back and saw that the wall that was not far behind me had no end, and the door beside me had also disappeared.
I didn’t dare Walking around casually may be an illusion caused by the things in the dark.
Walking around casually may be even more dangerous.
Just when I was thinking wildly, suddenly there was a singing voice in my ears.
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I looked up suddenly.
Why did this voice sound so like a ghost voice?
This ghost sound does not refer to the voice of ghosts, but a weeping singing pattern from the Tang Dynasty in China.
It is an ancient piece of music that imitates the lamentations of dead souls and ghosts.
A woman imitates the sound of a ghost crying, singing a cappella without any accompaniment in the silent night.
The tune is sad and sad, full of changes, and extremely strange and ethereal.
Ghost music originated in the pre-Qin Dynasty and flourished in the Tang Dynasty.
It was introduced to Japan in the late Tang Dynasty and has been artistically preserved as a Japanese-style soul song.
But ghost music must have been lost for a long time.
Nowadays, few people can sing it.
Is it possible that there really are ghosts?
It is said that people must die, and after death, they must turn into earth, which is called ghosts.
Ghosts are scary because they can do things that ordinary humans cannot do.
To be more precise, they are things that living people cannot do.
I licked my lips and felt a little panicked.
It would be a lie to say I wasn't afraid, but to say how scared I was was actually not that scary.
I squinted my eyes, and the ghostly voice sounded far and near, extremely ethereal and strange, as if a loudspeaker appeared out of thin air and played this sound throughout the hospital.
Gradually, as the ghostly sound gradually became stronger, the shocking footsteps gradually began to ring in my ears.
I blew a breath, flicked the orange cigarette butt forward, and brought it with me.
There was an arc of firelight, but nothing was illuminated.
The thing in the darkness seemed to be staring at me closely.
I took two steps forward and then slowly stepped back.
The thing made no movement at all, but I did not relax and held the Setsuna Knife across my chest. , be prepared to resist attacks that may be launched at any time.
I moved forward slowly, squinting my eyes, not daring to make too much noise.
The ghostly sound was still lingering in my ears.
I pressed against the wall and moved in the direction of the sound.
I could feel The feeling of acceleration and tightness coming from the heart was as if the blood was compressed instantly and then splashed into the limbs.
I don't know what to say, but that feeling is really uncomfortable.
I licked my lips and tapped the marble slab with the knife.
The sound suddenly stopped.
I was a little strange and shook my head subconsciously.
But when I looked up, I suddenly found that my eyes suddenly became It was gray and foggy.
"Ghosts are about to leave when they move through the fog."
I suddenly remembered this sentence recorded in ancient books.
It seemed that the ghost master was about to move.
The footsteps and the ghost voice disappeared in an instant, leaving only the thick fog that filled the entire corridor.
I pulled out my Setsuna knife and split the thick fog in front of me with one blow.
Then I roared and rushed forward.
Being conservative at this time seems to have little meaning, and this ghost doesn't seem to have that much patience to play with me anymore.
I ran forward, then made a cut on my hand with the Setsuna knife.
With the burial weapons and my blood, let alone ghosts, ordinary properties can't stop it.
But what makes me a little disappointed is that there is nothing in this fog, not to mention ghosts, not even a mosquito.
Could this be a trap too?
I murmured in my mind.
This long corridor seems to have no end, because the door and some other rooms are covered up, and I can't even see where I am now.
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Then, just before I could relax, suddenly a ethereal ghost sound sounded, and along with the sound of heels hitting the ground, this thing began to slowly appear in front of me.
My whole body was shaken, and that feeling made me panic.
The unknown creature was still on top of me, and I didn't know what it was doing.
I licked my lips, and just when I was about to turn around, there was a sudden sharp scream, and then a whoosh.
I hurriedly leaned down, used the strength to look back, and an extremely pale face suddenly appeared.
In my sight.
It was like applying a layer of snow-white foundation, and the long pale face was as clean as the wall.
The owner of the face is a woman with an oval face and peach blossom eyes.
She looks almost extremely beautiful, but there is a black gauze hanging on her mouth, otherwise she can see her beauty.
I took two steps back.
The woman had thick long hair that was spread over her shoulders and back.
Her hair looked the same as that of a normal person, with her hair all black.
The ethereal and melodious voice, like complaining and crying, suddenly sounded in my ears.
The woman failed to hit her, and slowly retracted into the mist.
When I saw it trying to escape, I secretly screamed something bad, and then I yelled and followed immediately with the Setsuna Knife.
The ghost ducked sideways, and the gray mist was squeezed by the blade and hit her face directly.
I gritted my teeth, moved my wrist, and raised it again from bottom to top, but the speed of this ghost was much faster than mine, and it was very sensitive.
I cursed secretly and pulled the blade back.
When I raised my head, the woman still looked at me expressionlessly, as if the laughter in my ears was not coming from her.
But strangely enough, this thing can still make sounds even without opening its mouth and moving its throat.
Such a weird sound, this is probably the scariest thing about it.
I shook my hand that was a little numb from holding the knife hard for a long time, and squinted my eyes.
This thing is indeed a bit troublesome.
It has no body and does not fight with me, just like a cheetah lurking in the night.
I don't have any skills, but I don't have time to use them at this time.
Just when the thing was disappearing into the fog, I suddenly remembered a story in my mind, a story about how to hunt ghosts.
I have forgotten which dynasty this story is from, but I vaguely remember that it should be about the eleven techniques of catching ghosts. , I remember one of them was written almost as it is now.
Ghosts have ghost bodies.
Ghost bodies are invisible and can also form fog.
That is to say, ghosts can pass freely in foggy places.
However, this creates a disadvantage, that is, ghosts are born with fog and are afraid of fog.
This sentence means that ghosts Although it was born in fog, it is extremely afraid of fog.
Of course, no one knows the reason for the fear, but this should be similar to the principle of "smoke can block ghosts".
Thinking of this, I took out a cigarette from my pocket, lit it, and then blew out a puff of smoke.
I just spit it out, and suddenly I felt a chill on the back of my neck.
I subconsciously slapped my body back, and then my whole body trembled, and I stood there with my eyes wide open.
Feeling the breath behind me that was like falling into an ice cellar, I murmured: "Behind me
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