novel-bin Chapter 79: Trump Cards and the Final Battle
Chapter 79: Trump Cards and the Final Battle
"Gagaga!"
Strange crows could be heard cawing outside the bus.
However, the sky above the reservoir was completely clear, with no crows or any other birds in sight.
"pressure."
"Brother, it hasn't even been two minutes yet. Looks like you've lost."
Chen Ge said to the driver.
The driver looked grim.
Since he was already dead, his face looked even more ashen, as if he had swallowed a fly.
He increasingly felt that the ghost story research company had tricked him. On the surface, they gave him Chen Ge, the relatively weaker one between Chen Ge and Zhang Ze, but in reality, Chen Ge was no pushover either.
No wonder the clown Babrun.
Anyone would need to get some moisture.
"I'm not running this train anymore!"
The driver cursed.
Before Chen Ge could speak, his legs gave way again, and he sank in as before.
But the difference is...
Chen Ge opened his eyes, but the world in front of him was pitch black. He couldn't see anything. Even though he opened his eyes as wide as possible, he couldn't see anything clearly.
It was like an invisible hand that blinded Chen Ge.
Chen Ge was speechless.
Even the driver of "The Last Bus" couldn't stand him anymore.
"Is this the third side quest? No, the thirteenth pair of eyes should be a piece of music, one of the three most forbidden pieces in the world."
"So this is actually the fourth side quest, 'The Left Eye'?"
"That doesn't make sense either. It's obvious I can't see anything with either eye right now. I'm not Frankenstein; what normal person has two left eyes?"
Chen Ge even tried covering his right eye and looking with only his left eye, but he still couldn't see anything, which meant it wasn't the side quest "Left Eye".
This is intriguing.
"Chen Yalin?"
Chen Ge tried to call out to Chen Yalin.
He touched a ballpoint pen.
But no reply was received.
Chen Ge thought for a moment and then said, "I understand you. You are a product of the Ghost Story Research Company, but are you really willing to spend your whole life as their henchman?"
"You should have your own life, your own identity, instead of continuing to suffer the pain of being a rootless duckweed."
"The fact that the Strange Tales Research Company dumped me here proves that they have reached a dead end. Zhang Ze will soon completely eliminate Yue Pan and his lost media empire."
"Now, you still have a choice."
Chen Ge felt more confident.
The reactions of Bob the clown and the bus driver, coupled with the sound of crows outside, all made him feel incredibly safe.
What is meant by having a powerful backer?
That's what you call having a powerful backer!
No one answered Chen Ge.
Chen Ge waited for a while, then tentatively took a step forward, and suddenly touched a hard wooden table and something that looked like a mirror...
"It feels so familiar."
"Is this place... a ghost marriage?"
Chen Ge instinctively thought of the ghost marriage scene in his haunted house, which had a rating of 1 stars.
Coffin bed, dressing table.
The dead are paired with the living.
A masterpiece of Chinese-style horror.
Although the black phone only received 1 star, Chen Ge put a lot of effort into this scene. Even though he couldn't see, he could react immediately just by touching some old objects.
"This is my haunted house scene."
"They won't even let me negotiate."
"Has the Ghost Story Research Company given up and decided to go all out?"
Chen Ge murmured, "I didn't expect Zhang Ze to be so fast."
He walked steadily inside his haunted house. He was very familiar with the layout, and even if it wasn't a real haunted house but just a replica, Chen Ge could walk through it with his eyes closed.
The only problem is...
He heard a piece of unfamiliar music.
The thirteenth pairs of eyes were used for sad
(The thirteenth pair of eyes is used for sorrow)
Be lost in the night for me thinking of you with flower petals the windows
(I think of you at night, in the shop window covered with flower petals)
Don't know I in your dream open thirteenth pairs of eyes
(But little did I know that I was opening the thirteenth pair of eyes in your dream.)
……
"The thirteenth pair of eyes?"
Chen Ge's hair stood on end.
His own haunted house has two songs with the same theme, "Black Friday" and "Wedding Dress," and he knows all too well what this kind of thing really means.
He only uses this when he enters serious mode.
For example, the last time Zhang Ze and Fei Youliang visited.
When it was Chen Ge's turn to experience it himself, as a fellow haunted house owner, Chen Ge immediately understood the psychology of the Ghost Story Research Company. He instantly activated his "immortal mode" and was about to explode at them.
Chen Ge's expression hardened slightly.
There's no laughing or joking this time.
"Chen Yalin".
"Zhang Ya".
"We need to get serious this time."
……
……
Film and television base building.
The sixth floor.
The crows flew together and transformed into Zhang Ze's appearance. Zhang Ze slowly emerged from the black liquid, his gaze falling on an old-fashioned telephone in the center of the arena.
"Ling Ling~"
The phone rang.
It was as if we knew Zhang Ze would appear at this time.
Yue Pan and Chen Ge were nowhere to be seen on the entire floor. Only this old-fashioned telephone was placed in the center. Any normal person would hesitate to touch it.
"You'd better be careful, that phone is dangerous," Qiu Mei said.
"Do you even feel threatened?"
"I can't be sure what's on the phone, but based on my experience in movies, directors often plant foreshadowing in the most dangerous places."
Qiu Mei is a vengeful ghost dressed in red.
Even Qiu Mei said so.
Zhang Ze realized the seriousness of the problem. This might be the trump card of the ghost story research company. The final sixth floor, and below that is the fifth floor. He went to the fifth floor but didn't find anyone, which means that the sixth floor is the last floor.
Yue Pan and Chen Ge couldn't have simply vanished into thin air.
The answer to all of this can be found over the phone.
"Feed?"
"My name is Zhang Ze. I'm looking for two people, one named Yue Pan and the other named Chen Ge. Do you know where they are?"
Zhang Ze answered the phone and got straight to the point.
The phone rang with the electronic friction of a tape running, but no one spoke, nor were there any ghostly cries or laughter; it was as if the receiver was malfunctioning.
Just as Zhang Ze was filled with doubt.
Suddenly, Qiu Mei said, "I heard someone talking."
"What did you say?"
"A woman, her voice was so pitiful, so close, so... terrifying!" Qiu Mei's voice was filled with tension. "I can't beat her, she's getting closer and closer."
"What do you mean?"
"She...she's here."
Zhang Ze's eyes flickered slightly.
The unknown evil creature is dead.
The Ghost Story Research Company has no reason to hold back any longer. This time, it must be its trump card. As long as he eliminates this ghost story, the Ghost Story Research Company will collapse completely.
As for the so-called last trump card.
Zhang Ze deduced her identity from the phone call.
"A murderous curse spread via telephone."
"A strength that even Akemi fears."
"And... such a conspicuous television set."
One of the most widespread, famous, and terrifying ghost stories in the world, it ranks among the top even in island nations rife with urban legends, and has almost become a symbol of horror pop culture.
This moment has become a reality.
The television screen flickered with intermittent images.
In the center of the screen stood a woman with disheveled hair, her face completely obscured by her hair. Her skin was deathly pale, and her arms were as thin as dry firewood. She stared intently at Zhang Ze like a ghost.