Chapter 0043 I'm the Next One
In the small and gloomy room, the knife marks all over the wall were proof of Song Yalan's existence. It was shocking at the time, but now it suddenly felt extremely desolate.
A living person who clearly exists in this world but is forgotten by everyone, what is the difference between that and being dead?
Isn’t this what Song Yalan said to me when I first met her?
"No, I don't believe it! You must be lying. If no one remembers her, why would you remember her?" After painstakingly investigating for a long time, Zhan Lan couldn't accept this fact and threw the phone back to me.
"You ask me, who should I ask? I also want to know the answer to this question!" I didn't say half of the sentence.
If it wasn’t for Song Yalan, how would I have been involved in the Ghost Talk Live Room?
However, her words reminded me.
I recalled a clue that I had overlooked before. When Song Yalan asked me for help, she said that no one else could see her, only I could see her. Why?
"You are very good at disguising yourself, but unfortunately I won't be fooled by you! Answer my question, why are you the only one who remembers her? Did you do something to her?" Zhan Lan bit her lip.
"I'm not the only one who remembers it. Don't you remember it too? Why do you remember it?" I put out my cigarette and asked back.
"Me?" Zhan Lan was stunned, unable to answer.
"Ms. Zhan, I suggest you stop investigating her affairs and just pretend that she has never existed in this world. There are some things you can't afford to offend."
I don’t know how these unimaginable weird things happened, but I know that it must be related to the Ghost Story Live Room.
A terrifying guess began to form in my mind, and a huge sense of crisis enveloped me.
Invisibly, it seemed as if a big net was covering me and was slowly tightening.
Zhan Lan didn’t know much, so I didn’t want to talk anymore and stood up to leave.
"What is that? Is it the so-called possession you mentioned?" Zhan Lan snorted coldly, and his white fingers clenched the dagger.
"Stop playing tricks! I don't believe in the existence of ghosts and gods in this world. This must be an organized and premeditated conspiracy. I must get to the bottom of it!"
"Tell me, where is my sister?" She stood at the door with a cold face.
"Ms. Zhan, use your brain and think about it! Even if I kidnapped your sister, do I have the ability to make so many people forget her?"
"Perhaps this is a new type of hypnosis. You are a huge evil organization..."
"Ms. Zhan, you have such a big imagination. It's a pity if you don't write a novel."
I shook my head, pushed her hand away, and strode outside.
"Stop!"
Zhan Lan chased out.
"Even if you're not an accomplice, you must know something! Don't even think about leaving like this. If you don't explain clearly, I'll call the police!"
"Then you try it and see if the police will believe what you say."
Pushing open the door, I walked out of the Eight Immortals Baozi Shop.
The night was very dark, and only a few street lamps were emitting dim light on the chaotic streets of the urban village.
"Hey, don't go!" Zhan Lan grabbed my clothes roughly with quite a bit of strength.
I got close to Zhan Lan's handsome and beautiful face and looked directly into her bright eyes: "Miss Zhan, how can a man and a woman be so rude on the street ? If you keep doing this, I will scream molest."
"You..." Zhan Lan's pretty face flushed and she let go of my hand. I took the opportunity to run away.
"Li Yunfeng, you can run away, but you can't escape the temple! I won't let you go until you tell me the clues !"
Zhan Lan's angry voice echoed in the deserted street. I ran back to my shop without looking back.
Lock the door and close the windows.
Zhan Lan did not chase after him again.
Sitting alone in the shop, looking at the large black phone in my hand that was as cold as ice, I lit another cigarette.
On the screen, the photo icon that looked like a posthumous portrait had no expression on its face, just like a dead person.
The more I looked, the more my heart sank.
Completely obliterate, I think I know what this word really means.
It is not as simple as just killing a person, but completely erasing all traces of this person's existence in the world. It is better to be dead than alive.
It’s just death, at least someone still remembers me.
If the live broadcast is not completed, the next person to disappear from the world in this way will be me!
The hand holding the cigarette was shaking slightly , and before I knew it, the pack was finished and my lungs were burning.
I looked out the window at the endless darkness and felt unprecedented pressure and fear. I finally understood how Song Yalan felt when she wrote that sentence in her diary .
The first live broadcast seemed to be just for my experience, and it was generally safe.
But by the second live broadcast, I had already started to feel the pressure, and it was not easy to survive.
The subsequent live broadcasts will become more difficult than the last time. How many levels can I survive to?
There are only three days left until the next live broadcast.
In the following time, I did not waste time in the urban village, but hurriedly ran to all the temples and Taoist temples near Dongzhou City to buy as many talismans as possible.
In just three days, more than half of the hundred thousand savings were squandered.
Finally that night, I found Wang Quezi and asked him to help me determine whether the talisman was real or fake.
