"Babbling ......"

The sharp and strange singing sound drifted into my ears intermittently, and I covered my head with the quilt, still unable to stop it.

Sitting up abruptly, I got out of bed, picked up my glass, and went to the living room.

The water dispenser rattled and I swayed back and forth with my half-squinted eyes.

"Liang Ye, Liang Ye..." The sharp voice penetrated my eardrums, and I suddenly came to my senses and turned around to find the source of the sound.

The sound stopped again, and I put down the glass and walked around the house, not noticing.

Just as I was suspicious, the voice came out again.

"Liang Ye, Liang Ye..." I looked at the master bedroom with the door closed, and the voice came from there.

Cold sweat broke out on my head, my father had been dead for three years, how could there be people in his room? The door is locked all the time, except when I clean it myself, I will go in.

The shrill shouts rang out one after another, and I went back to the kitchen to pick up a kitchen knife and slowly approached the master bedroom.

As soon as I pulled the door open, the furnishings inside it were no different than usual, and I looked at the radio on the desk.

The radio was old and rusty, and there was a lot of blackened dirt sticking to it. The sound came from the radio.

"Liang Ye, there are ghosts in this world, do you believe it?" The voice is like the devil bewitching ignorant humans.

I shook my head, and despite all this strange scene, I still didn't believe there were ghosts in the world.

"Well, come here, put on those reading glasses and look out the window."

Half-convinced, I walked over and picked up my father's yellowed reading glasses on the bookshelf and put them on my face.

It made my eyes feel a chill.

I clutched the kitchen knife tightly and went to the window. When I opened the yellowed curtains, I felt my scalp tingle and a wave of fear gripped my heart.

Not far from the door of my unit, I saw an actor in a red robe with a strange red face painted on his face singing there.

The play seemed to merge with the night, and the miserable white eyes kept turning, looking around unscrupulously.

Recently, many people in their neighborhood have reported that there is singing at night, but after searching for it to no avail, I didn't expect the source of the drama to be so weird.

At twelve o'clock in the evening, I was singing outside in the dark, and I knew that it was not something that normal people would do, and I suddenly believed it in my heart.

"What about you, what are you, and you're a ghost too?"

"I'm a ghost, but I'm also human."

“…”

"What the hell is going on?"

"It's very simple, the supernatural has been revived, and the world is about to become hell."

Thinking of the strange things and the chaotic society recently, I almost believe the news in my heart.

"Can you tell me about that ghost?"

"Yes." The answer was crisp and clear.

I had a lot of doubts in my mind, but in the end I didn't say it.

"First of all, remember that 'ghosts cannot be killed,' and that 'only ghosts can deal with ghosts.'"

I bowed my head in contemplation.

"Then, I need something more specific, like, how to survive."

"If you want to survive in the era of supernatural resurrection, the only way is..."

"Become a ghost." The deep tone of voice was like whispering in the ear.

I felt my scalp tingle.

"Becoming a ghost?" I couldn't quite understand what to do, and the radio seemed to see my confusion and continued:

"By connecting with ghosts, you can control them. There's not much else to tell you. ”

I pondered the words on the radio and fell into deep thought.

"It's a great opportunity now."

I looked at the ghost, and the robe on the other party's body seemed to be a little burned, and there was a depression in the abdomen, as if he had been kicked by something.

"He's been standing there, is he being restricted by something?"

"Yes. But just that you still can't control the other person, and you'll need some tools. ”

"Where's the tool?" Since he said it, naturally there is.

"The wooden box under the bed, open it."

Hearing this, I squatted down and pulled out a large wooden box from under the bed that had been sealed for a long time, this wooden box was very heavy, as if there were other things in the material, and it was covered with dust.

I blew a light breath and blew away the dirt on it.

Without a lock, I opened the wooden box, and a heavy chill hit my face.

The inside of the box is likewise divided into many small squares, sealed with yellow, cloudy glass.

"Open the first slot, and there's the tools you need."

I opened the first compartment, and inside it was a yellowed white cloth, and I took it out and looked at the radio.

"This ghost is almost dead now, but the complete ghost horror level is too high, so you only need to control part of it."

"Tell me how."

"Put this white cloth on its face, rub it down, and put it on your own face, and you're good to go."

"Of course, the process is not as easy as it sounds."

The words on the radio came to an abrupt halt, as if waiting for me to make a decision.

I picked up the white cloth and turned around and walked out of the room, locking the door.

Outside the door, I leaned against the wall and took a deep breath, thinking about my next plans.

Is the situation really that urgent? Can't live if you don't become a ghost? Thinking of the overwhelming time of accidental deaths on the news, I know that if the authorities can't control the spread of the news. It is estimated that the situation has been urgent.

Eventually, I settled down, my eyes were resolute, and I wanted to live.

After changing my clothes, I went out the door, and this staircase usually doesn't feel anything, but today it feels particularly eerie in the dark.

Out of the unit door, I went around to the back of the small building, looking at the ghost who didn't do any action and singing, my heart beat faster, and I didn't dare to move for a while.

Finally making up my mind, I tiptoed up to the ghost and swallowed my saliva.

The ghost was tall, with a burning smell on his body, and a pair of miserable white eyes looking around, occasionally passing me, all made my heart tighten.

I've been boasting since I was a child and I'm not afraid of ghosts, how can I see a real ghost so timid.

I was furious in my heart, and I put the white cloth in my hand over the face of the ghost.

The sound of the drama came from under the white cloth, and it looked dull. But the ghost didn't move, as the radio said, it froze.

I didn't know how long to press, but I watched the white cloth gradually soak through the blood red, and when I felt a wetness in my hand, I withdrew my hand.

Looking at the ghost, the color of the face on the grimace became very light. And the white cloth in my hand has already stretched out a bright red face.

I looked at the ghost and walked backwards.

Until I turned the corner, I ran upstairs.

Back home my back was soaked in cold sweat and I gasped for air and chewed on the horror I had never felt before.

"Liang Ye, you succeeded." A shrill voice came from inside the room.

I walked into my father's room and asked, "What's next?" ”

The radio returned: "Put the face on your face and wait a little while, but it might hurt a little bit." ”

I nodded, "Then I'll try." ”

I was lying in my father's bed, where I used to sleep with him when I was younger, but now I have completely lost the memory of my childhood, and when I grew up, my father stopped letting me into his room, and it made me sad for a long time.

Now lying in my father's bed, my heart is at peace.

According to the radio, I pointed my bright red face at myself, and it was like a living dough.

I gently covered it over my face, a tearing sensation came over my face, I moaned in pain and fell asleep.