Chapter 0002: Horrible Sleepwalking
The scarlet light kept flashing, and I was stunned for more than ten seconds looking at the hideous blood words on the screen.
How did this live streaming software know about the Eight Immortals Baozi Shop?
A chill ran down my spine, and I was confused and surprised as I recalled the woman's strange behavior during the day.
However, I soon calmed down.
I heard that there is a team behind this kind of live broadcast software, which uses various methods to market and promote it to increase the attractiveness of the software.
Since this software is called the Ghost Story Live Room, its main feature must be weird and bizarre horror live broadcasts. The team behind the scenes should have recorded all the ghost stories in the city.
Through the positioning system, as long as the mobile phone is close to one of the ghost story locations, the corresponding live broadcast window will pop up like rogue software.
Attract attention and traffic.
This trick is indeed very intimidating, and the interface of the software is also very scary. People with little courage might really be scared.
No, it’s not that easy to fool me.
With a disdainful smile, I pressed the no button.
"Hint: 2 chances left."
The hideous bloody words disappeared, the phone returned to normal, and the only thing left on the screen was the icon that looked like a photo frame.
However, there was a black and white portrait of a person in the photo frame, which really looked like a posthumous photo.
This person's appearance is very familiar.
Wait… I took a closer look and was immediately shocked.
Isn't this my fucking picture?
Shit, when did this software upload my photos?
I frowned and clicked on the icon, but the software couldn't be opened just like during the day.
After thinking about it, I felt that this rogue software must have secretly taken a photo of me while I was looking at my phone and then put it on the icon.
Shameless!
In order to make money, they will do anything!
"The idea is good, but the means are despicable and offensive. The software stability is not good enough. Bad review!"
Throwing the phone back into the drawer, I yawned and went back to my room to sleep.
I don't know why, but I felt very cold that night. It was such a hot day that I needed to cover myself with a thick quilt to barely fall asleep.
When I woke up in the morning, my back and waist ached and my head felt groggy.
"When did the bed become so hard..."
I opened my eyes blearily and was stunned.
What came into view was not the familiar old ceiling of the bedroom, but the gray sky divided into pieces by messy wires.
At this moment, I am sleeping on the streets of the urban village!
Oh shit, what’s going on?
I jumped up and looked around.
It was just daybreak, and there was no one on the narrow and dirty street. It was empty everywhere, and there was an inexplicable eerie feeling.
I was clearly sleeping in the shop last night, so why am I on the street now?
Moreover, my whole body was sore and my clothes were covered with dust, which showed that I had slept on the ground for quite some time.
Sleepwalking?
I never have this problem!
I felt a little uneasy, and when I saw what seemed to be a dilapidated old house next to me, my body suddenly stiffened and I looked up subconsciously.
Looking up, I saw a shaky, rusty sign hanging on the gate with a few faded large words on it.
Eight Immortals Baozi Shop!
My heart skipped a beat and I took a deep breath.
I slept in front of the door of the Eight Immortals Steamed Bun Shop for a night?!
Cold sweat slid down my forehead, my head was buzzing, and for a moment I was too frightened to think.
Squeak——
Suddenly, the shabby door of the hotel opened a crack, and a skinny, black hand grabbed the door and was about to push it open.
I suddenly came to my senses and ran away desperately.
I ran across the urban village in one breath, returned to my shop, opened the rolling door and went in.
My heart was pounding and I lit a cigarette tremblingly. I took two deep puffs, but still felt cold all over.
I really have no recollection of how I ended up sleeping outside, and my last memory of last night was that I fell asleep in bed covered with a quilt.
It was scary enough to sleep on the street in the middle of the night without knowing it, and it had to be right in front of the Eight Immortals Steamed Bun Shop. What if there really was a dirty creature or a perverted murderer in there...
I was so frightened that I didn't dare to think further.
What the hell is going on?
Sleepwalking ?
I've never had this problem.
Could it be that I have encountered an evil spirit?
This is even more impossible. I have been staying in the shop these days and have not encountered anything strange. The only customer was the mentally ill woman yesterday.
Could it be that...
"Boy, your forehead is black and your eyes are dull. You will be in danger of bloodshed within three days!"
At this moment, a sudden voice sounded behind me, which scared me.
I was so absorbed in my thoughts that I didn't notice when another person appeared in the shop.
"You damn cripple, you're so jumpy, do you want to scare me to death?" I know without looking that the person coming is my colleague from this urban village, Wang Cunzi .
He is about the same age as my father, and is considered my senior, but he is not as successful as me. At least I have a store, but he has no place to live and can only set up a street stall, and is either chased away by the urban management or beaten by customers.
Because he never calculated it correctly.
Seeing how sneaky he is today, he must have run into trouble again and came to my place to hide.
"Boy, when I looked at your face just now, it looked gloomy and you were plagued by bad luck. This is a very bad omen!" Wang Cuzi was leaning on his broken crutch, with a profound look on his face.
I rolled my eyes.
Using the same old tricks you use to trick customers? I have only one word for him.
"Brother House En!"
"Although it is dangerous, there are ways to resolve it. As we have known each other for a long time, I will definitely not stand idly by..."
"I have no money!"
"A meal will do."
Wang Quezi smiled shamelessly.
Unable to resist his pestering, I treated him to breakfast again.
As if he hadn't eaten for three days, he ate three baskets of buns in one breath, like a starving ghost, and his mouth was full of grease.
After eating, Wang Cuzi picked his teeth contentedly and placed a yellow talisman folded into a triangle on the folding table of the breakfast stall.
"I, Old Wang, am a man of my word. This talisman can help you avoid disasters and solve problems!"
I said with disdain, "Old Wang, you really know how to do business. You want to exchange a broken talisman for three baskets of buns!"
"Boy, don't desecrate the talisman! Do you know where this talisman came from?"
"This is called the Soul-Suppressing Talisman. It was created by a Taoist master who gathered the spiritual power of heaven and earth. It can suppress all evil spirits in the world. It is rare in the world. I got it by chance and have treasured it for many years without giving it up."
Wang Cuzi's boasting would have sounded plausible if it weren't for the vegetable leaves stuck on his teeth.
The yellow talisman was covered in oil stains, and no one knew who was desecrating the talisman.
But you can keep it and sell it to customers, and make some profit.
I wrapped the yellow talisman in toilet paper and put it in my pocket.
"Boy, remember, you must wear it close to your body within three days!" Wang Quezi warned seriously, limping away on his crutches.
After being disturbed by Wang Guizi, the fear of last night was diluted.
Because his fortune telling has never been right, if he says there is a problem, then there is definitely nothing to worry about.
I must have been sleepwalking last night!
I comforted myself in this way, but I still felt a little uneasy. I opened the drawer, took out the black cell phone and looked at it.
The tentacles were cold, and the black and white avatar on the live broadcast software looked at me expressionlessly.
I clicked several times, but the software still wouldn't open.
I put the phone back in the drawer and sat in the shop all day. Not a single customer came and it gradually got dark.
Late at night, I still couldn't sleep, and I was worried that if I fell asleep, I would run out to the street like I did last night. As I was tossing and turning, the phone vibrated again.
Buzz buzz buzz——
The rapid vibration sound was particularly harsh in the quiet shop.
I jumped up with a start.
Flickering red light leaked out from the gap between the counter drawers.
It's that phone again!
