Chapter 18: The Crisis Strikes
Time returned to Zhang Meng's residence where he had just left Bai Xiaofei.
For this visit to Bai Xiaofei, Zhang Meng gained a little, and what surprised her the most was naturally Bai Xiaofei himself.
As a person who has come into contact with ghosts for the first time, he can always maintain a calm state of mind, which is better than some ghosts!
Many ghosts tend to become extremely irritable and desperate when faced with supernatural events.
Zhang Meng opened the car door and dialed a phone call.
"It's me, Zhang Meng, to establish a new file. ”
"Codename Midnight Factory!"
"Hazard Level: Class C. ”
"One of the abilities: create illusions. ”
"Prerequisite: Unknown for the time being. ”
"In addition, Bai Xiaofei has multiple personalities, cautious and suspicious, very vigilant and observant, has a slight cleanliness habit in life, and has secrets in his heart, as for whether he is anti-social or not... It's hard to make a conclusion at the moment, he has a strong sense of revenge, and his personality assessment is 3 and a half stars..."
"By the way, has Bai Xiaofei's grandfather's information been found out?"
Zhang Meng asked.
"Not yet, I only know that Bai Xiaofei's grandfather's original name is Bai Zhanxiong, but except for the name, other information is blank, as if someone has specially cleared it. ”
A crisp woman's voice came from the other end of the phone.
"Specifically cleared?"
Zhang Meng frowned.
"Yes, it's unbelievable, as if there has never been such a person in this world, and all social relations have been erased, leaving only one name. ”
Said on the other end of the phone.
Zhang Meng's face was slightly condensed, and the car was driving quickly on the empty road.
This Bai Xiaofei is so weird?
His grandfather disappeared?
But how is this possible?
This society is a network society, and it is almost impossible to completely erase a person's information, unless it is a supernatural force.
Just when Zhang Meng was about to ask some other questions, his face suddenly changed, and he said, "Hang up first, I have other things here." ”
Honk!
She instantly disconnected the phone.
The empty road is endless, the whole city is empty, the sunset in the distance is slowly falling, the color of blood is pouring into the city, and the shadows in the distance are slowly undulating...
Zhang Meng's face sank instantly.
Got a ghost.
This is the peak time for getting off work!
There was not a single person in the whole city.
Extremely quiet!
It's weird!
She was left with a car driving lonely forward on the road, with no road ahead and no purpose.
She just walked out of Bai Xiaofei's house...
"Oh no, Bai Xiaofei is in danger. ”
Zhang Meng reacted instantly.
This ghost was attracted by Bai Xiaofei!
Did you leave by mistake and enter the range of this ghost?
A trace of cold sweat began to flow slowly from Zhang Meng's forehead and the back of his neck...
Calm down!
If you don't calm down, you'll just die faster.
This is at least a B-class ghost.
The survival coefficient was 0.097%.
"At least now it seems that I should be safe, that ghost did not kill me, which means that I do not meet its killing conditions now..."
Zhang Meng calmly analyzed.
The car is moving.
One of my hands is holding the phone, and the other is grasping the steering wheel.
But Zhang Meng seemed to have become a sculpture, he didn't dare to move, so he could only step on the accelerator and continue to rush forward.
The reason why the ghost is terrible is that it has set its own killing conditions into terrible traps, which people deliberately fall into without knowing it.
Maybe it's an inconspicuous action, maybe it's too simple to be a simple sentence...
Just like now.
Maybe as soon as the car stops, the ghost will do it.
Or maybe her other hand on the steering wheel is the condition for ghosts to kill.
Suddenly, Zhang Meng's face changed again.
Could it be the sound?
I've been talking and driving before, so the ghost didn't move.
After discovering the ghost, he subconsciously hung up the phone, is this a condition for the ghost to kill?
If yes, then she has now touched the taboo.
...
inside the room.
Bai Xiaofei was still sitting on the chair, browsing the web.
Ghosts have appeared.
But it didn't start.
It's not that it doesn't want to start, it's that it can't.
At this time, if Bai Xiaofei does anything more, it may trigger its killing conditions.
Even not doing something triggers the condition.
Because no one knows what exactly the killing conditions of this ghost are?
Maybe staying still is the ghost's killing condition.
But Bai Xiaofei is still gambling.
Since it's okay to sit just now, you might as well continue.
I continued to browse the web page, and suddenly saw an interesting post.
[The world's top ten ghosts list. 】
"It's interesting that even this list has appeared. ”
Bai Xiaofei muttered to himself and clicked on the post:
[This list is certified by international organizations, not ranked by strength, but ranked by the degree of social harm, authoritative and effective, and updated at all times].
[Material provider: K of spades]
1st place:
Codename: Nightmare.
Hazard Level: Class S.
One of the abilities: When you wake up from a dream, someone breaks your bowels.
Radius of effect: about 500 miles.
2nd place:
Codename: Midnight Bell.
Danger level: Class A.
One of the abilities: silent in the middle of the night, sleeping alone in the room.
Radius of effect: Approximately 460 miles.
3rd place:
Codename: The Last Supper.
Danger level: Class A.
One of the abilities: the candle flame is faint, who eats with it.
Radius of effect: Approximately 400 miles.
4th place:
Codename: Crying in the middle of the night.
Hazard Level: Class S.
Abilities: Unknown
Area of effect: 320 miles.
5th place:
Codename: Pillow Man.
Danger level: Class A.
One of the abilities: people lie in bed and fall into dreams.
Affected area: about 300 miles.
...
Bai Xiaofei, who looked at the code name one by one, felt a chill down his spine, and his heart was cold.
Rank by area of influence!
Three or four hundred miles at every turn!
But why had he never heard of any supernatural events before?
Where do all these ghosts appear?
The scope of influence is so large, why hasn't the whole world leaked out at all?
If it hadn't been for the sudden experience of the tannery, he would still be kept in the dark.
Bai Xiaofei suddenly showed a different color again.
Why are the abilities of these ghosts so vaguely written?
[When you wake up from a dream, who breaks your bowels?]
What does this mean?
Why isn't this ability explicitly written, but described in this kind of short sentence?
"The King of Spades, this guy again..."
Bai Xiaofei noticed that at the top of the post was written material provider: K of spades.
He didn't have a good impression of this man.
For no other reason, this person deliberately announced the method of transplanting ghost marks, hoping to cause ghost warriors to kill each other.
This kind of material is actually provided by him.
There may be an element of deliberate showmanship, but this person is clearly not the kind of selfless devotee.
The short sentences he provides are no different from those that are not provided, and even lead people's thinking to a misunderstanding, you must know that the text is broad and profound, and a sentence can be understood in different directions, and different meanings can be understood.
And apparently these ghosts have more than one ability.
Because what is written above is [one of the abilities], it means that there are other abilities.
Suddenly, Bai Xiaofei felt thirsty again, grabbed the glass, got up and got a cup of hot water from the kitchen again, walked back to his seat, and continued to browse.
Wait a minute!
Bai Xiaofei just wanted to drink hot water, but suddenly moved, revealing doubts.
Why is this action so familiar?
Looks like it just did it not so long ago?
He looked suspiciously at the water glass, then at the computer.
Have you really done it?
But why can't I remember?
Also, who boiled this hot water?
"Mom, did you boil the hot water?"
Bai Xiaofei asked.
"Yes, the doctor said you should take your medicine again. ”
A middle-aged woman's voice came from the living room.
Then there was the sound of clack, clack.