chsdbacks Chapter 52: Let's see who has more eyes
Chapter 52: Let's see who has more eyes
After walking down an underground path until the entrance was no longer visible, Fei Youliang stopped, looked around, and then brazenly pulled out a small, exquisite Bluetooth camera.
Zhang Ze had seen this kind of Bluetooth camera on JD.com and Taobao. It costs a little over 100 yuan each. If the pixel quality is good and the memory is large, it costs several hundred yuan. It is usually used to shoot vlogs or to be mounted on drones for aerial photography.
Zhang Ze also took out his phone and started recording audio.
He wanted to record "Friday the 13th," since it was a lost medium, and he had a responsibility to collect it.
"Oh, so you're holding back a bad fart too."
"Taking out your phone is too obvious. If it gets caught on camera, it'll ruin your reputation."
Seeing this, Fei Youliang thought Zhang Ze was there to wage a business war, taking pictures of Chen Ge's haunted house and posting them online. The interior of the haunted house was exposed and wouldn't scare anyone, which was a simple and straightforward business tactic.
His Bluetooth camera doesn't emit light, making it easy to hide, unlike Zhang Ze's conspicuous use of his phone.
"Heh, mind your own business."
"If you dare to film in a haunted house, be careful you don't film something you shouldn't. Once it gets stuck with you, it'll be too late to regret it." Zhang Ze didn't care at all, put his phone in his pocket, and began to look around at his surroundings.
After entering the basement.
The first thing you see is an entrance that looks like a school building. The school building has two rows of corridors and is divided into two floors. The last classroom in one of the classrooms is the last classroom in one of the four small scenes of Muyang Middle School.
The classroom is filled with the lingering resentment of the students, and blood-written words adorn the walls. Once Chen Ge puts the students' resentment into the living puppet, the level of terror will increase dramatically.
However, Brother Chen hasn't had time to take that step yet.
Even if they didn't actually do it, it would be more than enough to scare ordinary people.
As the two entered the classroom, the air immediately became oppressive, as if they had entered a world beyond the door, making them feel suffocated and unable to breathe, as if they had sunk into deep water.
Zhang Ze was alright; he had already taken control of a door, so this level of supernatural influence was nothing to him.
Fei Youliang became a little nervous.
As soon as he entered the classroom, the sight inside made his right eyelid twitch. The grotesque blood-red words on the wall and the recorded content made him feel as if a hand was choking him, making it difficult for him to breathe.
The desks were covered in dust.
Some desks still had textbooks and test papers on them.
It looks like an ordinary middle school classroom, but no one has been here for a long time.
"What are you standing there for?"
"Go in, the exit is inside. You can speed through and then go out and give Boss Chen a good slap in the face." Zhang Ze looked at Fei Youliang with schadenfreude.
Fei Youliang glanced at the classroom's furnishings and felt a chill run down his spine. His previously dismissive attitude began to subtly change.
"You go first." Fei Youliang took a step back.
Zhang Ze shrugged and went straight into the classroom.
When Zhang Ze walked into the classroom, the suffocating atmosphere inside the classroom froze instantly, as if sensing something, and returned to normal in a flash.
Aside from being a bit dilapidated, there's nothing particularly scary about it.
It was as if the things that were originally hidden in the classroom had developed a fear of Zhang Ze and took the initiative to avoid him.
Seeing that Zhang Ze was perfectly fine and hadn't triggered any mechanisms, Fei Youliang swallowed hard and followed him in.
The desks and chairs were covered with school uniforms, but the inside of the uniforms was empty. Zhang Ze had already seen empty police uniforms at the police station, so he was no longer sensitive to these school uniforms and walked past the two rows of desks without any panic.
He reached out and pressed down on the desk.
It shook tentatively.
If Chen Ge were to see this scene, he would probably be completely astonished.
Zhang Ze deliberately triggered the horror elements of the haunted house, as if he already knew what was hidden in the desk drawer. He shook one desk, found nothing, and then moved on to the next desk, repeating the process.
"What are you doing?"
"This classroom doesn't seem to have an exit, so there's nothing to be afraid of. It's probably just a place that uses the environment to create a sense of horror. I've seen this kind of technique a lot in various 3D horror movies."
"Don't waste time, let's get to the next location."
Fei Youliang urged.
He had actually wanted to leave this place a long time ago. Even though there was nothing scary about it, the sight of dozens of empty desks, chairs, and school uniforms made him feel a little uncomfortable.
"You're so brave, why don't you go alone?" Zhang Ze said. "There's no rule in haunted houses that you have to go in a group, I won't stop you from going alone."
Fei Youliang scratched his head awkwardly and gave a sheepish smile; he really didn't dare to walk alone.
Playing haunted houses and horror games presents completely different levels of difficulty in single-player and multiplayer modes.
Zhang Ze shook a desk in the back row, and the sound of glass beads clinking came from the drawer, as if something was hidden inside. Zhang Ze's eyes lit up immediately.
Sure enough, there was something there.
Then he looked at Fei Youliang with a grin.
"I found a little Easter egg, it's quite interesting."
"A little Easter egg?" Fei Youliang's eyes lit up. If this kind of thing were recorded and posted online, Chen Ge's design would be for nothing. His goal was to find all of these kinds of things.
What kind of little Easter egg is it?
The props in the desk have broken arms and legs?
Or is it artificial blood plasma?
A note with a ghost story written on it?
Fei Youliang ran over excitedly, bent down, and stared into the depths of the dark drawer...
next second.
Fei Youliang's face turned deathly pale instantly, his scalp tingled, and he instinctively took a few steps back, tripped on the desk, and fell flat on his face.
He knocked over two desks and kept backing away.
He saw a pair of eyes inside the drawer.
A pair of dead eyes stared intently at him.
She not only stared at him, but even blinked.
If they're prop eyes, how could they blink? Only living people can blink!
But how could a living person possibly fit into such a narrow drawer?
Fei Youliang was scared away. Zhang Ze smiled; he already knew what was going on, but...
Zhang Ze also bent down and looked into the eyes in the drawer.
The two pairs of eyes stared at each other.
one second.
two seconds.
three seconds...
Suddenly, many eyeballs appeared on Zhang Ze's face, densely covering his entire face. At first glance, they looked like tumors, occupying most of the skin on Zhang Ze's face.
These are the eyes drawn by Zhang Ze.
Moreover, since Zhang Ze himself possessed ghost eyes, the eyes he drew all resembled ghost eyes, filled with bloodshot veins and twitching restlessly from time to time.
Countless eyes turned to the pair of eyes in the drawer.
His eyes closed and he disappeared.
"Tsk, so easily frightened."
"You call yourself a ghost, and an employee of Boss Chen? You're a disgrace."
"Go practice more."
Zhang Ze patted the desk, as if stroking a child's head, then turned and left the classroom, leaving only a pile of school uniforms in an eerie silence.