A Guest in a Ghost House

Chapter 457: Imprints on the drain

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In the hospital, outside the delivery room, Wu Die and I walked back and forth anxiously, while Lulu supported my mother. The two looked at me and my son with smiles on their faces.

The whole family is full of excitement and joy, waiting for the arrival of a new life.

The nurses passing by all looked at us and laughed, and I also felt that I was too excited.

Coughed dryly, and patted Wu Die on the shoulder: "What's the rush, I'm going to be a father. Go and see my wife by myself..."

Originally, I wanted to say that the little grandson let me watch it first, but just after I finished saying this, I was stunned.

He walked to the side silently, and lit a cigarette in a place where no one was around.

When I was talking just now, I suddenly realized that I couldn't remember what my daughter-in-law looked like.

Smoke billows overhead, and I reach out to wave the smoke away. There is an inexplicable realization in my heart.

I suddenly thought of when I was a child, no matter how happy I was in the game and how much I achieved, I had to face a failing test paper.

With a "bang", everything in front of my eyes was broken.

The light in front of my eyes was replaced by darkness. Under the illumination of the miner's lamp above my head, there was a bottomless hole in front of me, and I had already reached the edge of the deep hole.

I took a few steps back and looked around, only to realize that I was still standing at the bottom of the sedimentation tank.

It's just that the faint mist has disappeared under the feet, and only soft, silt-like, foul-smelling garbage remains.

The five mummified corpses were still standing beside me. From their expressionless faces, I couldn't seem to see a trace of worry or relief.

"Let's go." I ordered softly, with a rare lightness in my tone.

At the bottom of the pool, I didn't see Editor Li's body or ghost, when I climbed up the stairs.

Sure enough, editor Li and editor Zhou were waiting there anxiously, and the mummy I left behind was also protecting them by their side.

Seeing me, both of them showed joyful expressions and walked over in a few steps.

"How about it?"

How about it, I thought for a while and said with a smile: "Very good."

After finishing speaking, I strode towards the way I came from, and the two quickly followed. Editor Li asked with a puzzled face: "What's so good, those ghosts have been solved?"

I didn't answer, because in the distance, mummies were gathering around me.

When all the 36 mummies were gathered, I said to Editor Li, "Come with me."

Editor Li and Editor Zhou looked at each other and followed behind me.

I led the way ahead, and when the waterway was as wide as a driveway, I stopped and turned off the miner's lamp above my head.

We are standing at the huge sewage outlet, and a scorching sun slowly rises in the distance, illuminating the sparkling water surface and also illuminating the dark waterway.

And right at the mouth of the sea, black figures on the ground, like terrifying murals, are doing various movements, as if they want to climb into the waterway.

Editor Li took a deep breath: "Who drew these, it's terrifying."

"They drew it themselves." I silently stepped forward.

In that strange vision, I have been here.

Seeing the same scene, I didn't feel a numb scalp, but a kind of heartache.

Editor Zhou seemed to have thought of something, and asked, "Could it be the Tsundere Princess?"

I nodded. In the illusion, I have always doubted the reality of the world. I really want to prove that this is a real world. When I was collecting various materials, I saw the records about the Tsundere Princess.

Editor Li didn't seem to know, and kept asking.

I sighed and said, "Old Zhou, you should know about this."

My words are not aimless, because the most detailed report I have collected on the Tsundere Princess is from "New Stories".

Editor Zhou nodded: "I know, this report was written by my teacher, and I had just entered the editorial department of "Fresh Things" at that time."

Eight years ago, a group of wealthy second generations began to imitate European and American countries and play cruise ships.

The rich second generation who seemed to live in a different world from ordinary people raised funds to build a small luxury cruise ship that was considered luxurious at that time.

On the day when the cruise ship was launched, the wealthy second generations invited friends, and thousands of people boarded the small cruise ship that could only accommodate 800 people.

After playing for a few days, when returning to the voyage, there was a lot of wind and waves on the sea, and the visibility was extremely low.

For some unknown reason, the cruise ship lost control, crashed into an unfinished cross-sea bridge, and sank less than 30 meters away from the sewage outlet.

In the big waves, struggling people are scrambling to climb up the sewage outlet. However, the huge water flow in the sewage outlet makes all the people have to persevere, and eventually exhausts all their strength and is washed away by the water.

Because too many rich second generations and celebrities were involved at that time, it was not widely reported.

Editor Zhou made it very clear, and it is no different from what I know.

However, I added: "Do you see the marks left on the ground?"

Editor Zhou had just finished speaking, and didn't understand what I wanted to add. He asked strangely, "Is there any problem with the traces on the ground?"

"The scene that happened that year was not as simple as you said, because it also involved a test of human nature."

I said something without end, because the figure left on the ground may be just a horrible imprint in their eyes, but in my eyes, it is different.

I can see that on the calm sea, like a ghost, there are huge waves.

Countless people were struggling inside, calling for help.

The fog in the sky seemed to dissipate at this moment, and the people struggling to survive saw the sewage outlet not far away.

It was the only place they could touch, and it was their only hope of survival.

Countless people began to swim towards the sewage outlet.

The huge water flow from the sewage outlet still failed to stop their will to survive.

One, two, three, more and more people came to the sewage outlet, stabilized their bodies, and were temporarily rescued.

However, it may be that the sea water is too cold, or it may be that the stone pier below the sewage outlet cannot accommodate so many people.

People began to swim upstream, climbing towards the top of the sewage outlet.

The first person went up and stood on the aisle beside the sewage outlet, looking at the dark waterway inside, he dared not go forward.

The second person also went up. He climbed up by stepping on the head of the person behind him. He didn't have any scruples about stepping a woman into the sea.

The third person, the fourth person...

More and more people went up, but they covered their noses, as if they couldn't bear the pungent smell, and seemed to be afraid of the dark, so they only stayed where the moonlight could reach.

There are more and more people, but there is only this little place where the moonlight shines.

A young man was struggling to climb up. He seemed to have run out of strength. He couldn't grasp the smooth stone wall, so he could only hook another young man's calf with his hands.

He was begging, maybe he knew that person, that person could let him escape with just a gentle pull.

But no, the man shook his leg violently, just like shaking off a coquettish puppy under his feet.

The young man fell down screaming, his fingers leaving deep bloodstains on the stone wall.