"Bang bang."

I stood at the entrance and applauded.

"Interesting, this is the first time I've seen such an interesting ghost."

With a sarcastic look on my face, I strode towards the stage.

"If it hadn't been what I expected, it would have been the best part of the show, after all, the stage was set."

I stood in the audience and asked nonchalantly, my eyes sweeping over the faces of these ghosts.

It was from the moment I saw that scene that I realized that everyone I met tonight was a ghost!

Wang Hongyin looked at me compassionately, but he didn't say anything.

His fingers tapped.

Click!

This time, however, the flash was not on.

With the soft sound of the shutter, the eight doors of the entire report hall closed in unison.

Like a waterfall, blood poured down every wall and ceiling.

The entire report hall instantly became a sealed container, and it was being filled at an extremely fast speed.

The cyan rune paper in the old man's hand was wet with blood, and the whole thing became dull.

He had lived for more than sixty years, and it was the first time he had seen such a situation.

He opened his mouth as if he wanted to shout at me, but the next second the water level was already above his head, and the whole person was swept into it by the surging blood.

I held my breath and was pushed underwater.

Ghosts flickered in front of me, and one by one they flickered around me, smiling at me with twisted faces.

I ignored them, tried not to be swept away by the current, and grabbed the old man who floated near me.

"Okay, what are you going to do now?"

Wang Hong appeared in front of me, smiling.

He didn't open his mouth to speak, but his voice sounded in my head.

I reached out to him, but he seemed to have become one with the current.

As soon as the blow fell, only my palm brought up a string of bubbles in the blood, but he was unscathed.

There was a sharp pain in my abdomen.

Looking down, the dance teacher had burst open my stomach at some point.

At this point, she fiddled with my abdomen with excitement as if she had seen a new toy.

The old way, who was caught by me, suddenly convulsed violently.

Zhang Heng was grabbing his legs, tearing his skin intently.

The old man's half leg was already exactly the same as his.

From the old man's pained expression, I can see that he probably suffers no less than mine.

Wang Hong asked very well.

What to do?

I smiled as I looked at him.

That's all you can do!

I pulled the old man past him, and in his frightened eyes, I stretched out my fingers and pierced his head.

Then, I glanced at the ghost floating near me, and without hesitation, turned my white nails to myself, sticking them straight into my head from my eyes.

This should be the third time I've been shot in the head.

Compared to the first two times, I was a little more ruthless in my own hands.

I could even hear a pop in my head.

The pain was so severe that my body twitched unconsciously.

The scene in front of me quickly blurred and dissipated.

The terrifying grimaces, the gushing blood, the intense pain, all receded.

After a moment of dizziness, I opened my eyes.

The old man in his hand was already paralyzed, half of his body dragged to the ground, still spasming.

I lifted him up with no force.

When his feet were firm, he opened his eyes, sweating profusely.

The moment he saw me, he subconsciously wanted to run, but I grabbed him and couldn't get out, so he could only close his eyes and turn his back on his face.

"It's over, there's nothing to be afraid of."

I let go of him with a smile.

Only then did the old man dare to open his eyes.

Looking around, it was pitch black, the hall was full of garbage, and there were many movie posters on the walls.

I threw two flashlights at my feet, constantly emitting a warm glow.

"This is..."

The old man was stunned.

"Figure it out for yourself."

I replied calmly.

The old man kept his head down and chattered for a while.

"We got to the technical school, we went to the dormitory, and..."

"Think ahead!"

I can't help but remind.

"Oh oh, we saw a black cat and went into the cinema and then I was looking at the poster..."

The old man looked up suddenly.

"Those posters!"

I nodded, looking at the poster that read Ghost School Horror, a little scared.

The stuff here is too ruthless.

From the time the old man and I came in, we had already been tricked.

Everything you encounter at the technical college is unreal.

My conjecture was conservative after all, and I didn't expect that everything was created.

But it's also normal, after all, the five senses of shape, sound, smell, taste, and touch are all affected.

If I hadn't found the shot, I wouldn't have realized in the end that we were in a movie-like ghost world.

Thanks to my forced use of death to close my five senses, I was able to get out of there with the old man.

"Meow~"

A cat meow sounded from behind, and my hair stood on end, and I quickly turned around.

A black cat came up with a tiny video camera in its mouth, stopped five meters away from me, and threw things down with a click.

A dozen ghosts followed behind it, silently watching me. Their bodies were black, and their hair was burned like charcoal, and they could not distinguish between men, women, and children.

Quite a few of them are missing arms and legs, and the bones exposed are all black.

"These are... The ones that burned to death during the fire? ”

The old man said in a trembling voice.

I nodded.

I'm not afraid of these dozen ghosts.

They're just ordinary ghosts, and they don't pose much of a threat to me.

The key is this black cat.

I met the green eyes, and they just looked at me calmly, waiting for me to make the next move.

I stepped over and picked up the tiny camera from the ground that the black cat had dropped.

This thing is supposed to be a relic of these ghosts.

Many movie enthusiasts will watch and record while it is released, which is convenient for second brushing or sharing as a gun version.

These people can go to a movie theater that is about to go out of business to watch these horror movies, and they must be fanatics.

I slapped the camera, and it was still lit up.

There are some pictures on the screen, and I am curious to look through them one by one.

A man with a camera candid shot.

Disemboweled.

Skinned corpses.

One by one, corresponds to the scene we have just experienced.

Until finally, I saw a picture of me and the old man.

The old man's skin was cut in half and hung from the roof, and the skin behind his back was spread out like a bird in flight.

I was put on the table and made into assorted offal platters, meat sauce, sashimi and so on.

I was scared for a while.

If we hadn't escaped in time, we might have ended up like this.

These dozen ghosts are estimated to have been burned to death before the movie is finished, and they have obsessions in their hearts, so they have become resentful ghosts, and they conceive their own plots and self-shoot such a farce.

But...

Why do these ghosts have such great ability?

I was a little scared.

I couldn't help but look at the black cat.