In the morning, I was woken up by the constant ringing of the phone.
Even opening my eyes became very strenuous, I sent a text message with all my strength, and I passed out.
When I woke up again, I was already in the hospital.
Editors Li and Zhou were beside me, and they were as happy as a child seeing me awake.
Strange, how I thought of the child again.
I couldn't speak, but fortunately, Editor Li was very smart and brought a tablet.
The first sentence I wrote was to ask me how I am now.
I can imagine how horrible I must look now.
When Editor Zhou hesitated to bring the mirror, I realized that I had overestimated my current situation.
The whole person has lost more than a circle, and his skin is drooping like an old man.
The hair was wet and attached to the scalp, the eye sockets were sunken, and the eyeballs were covered with bloodshot eyes, which looked blood red.
The mouth is slightly opened, and the cracked lips have been trembling unconsciously.
I waved weakly at the mirror.
Editor Zhou took the mirror aside and asked, "Master, how did you do this?"
I typed out a few words with difficulty on the tablet: an advertisement for seven children.
The two didn't show too much surprise, after all, they went to pick me up from that billboard.
Editor Zhou sighed: "Master, it's very evil there, you... oh."
Editor Zhou's slightly reproachful tone didn't make me angry. I nodded weakly, agreeing with him.
In fact, in my heart, I don't think this is a difficult thing to solve.
Although I am still amazed by the abilities of those children, as long as I release the mummy, or use the ghost cone, I can easily kill them.
This is my confidence in myself, but I want to find out the truth of the matter so much that I put myself in danger instead.
I continue to type on the tablet: the truth
Editor Zhou and Editor Li looked at each other, and then Editor Li coughed a few times.
"I'm familiar with this matter, and I even wrote it into a story."
I nodded and signaled Editor Li to continue.
Editor Li slowly told what he knew.
What happened is not very different from what I know. The only difference is that editor Li told me that most of the seven children who shot the commercial at the beginning were still alive, and only one died in a car accident.
At that time, the rumors about the advertisement were rampant. In order to eliminate the influence, the relevant departments organized a program on the TV station and invited several children who filmed the advertisement that year.
I don't know my expression at that time, but I know the shock in my heart.
My first reaction was disbelief, but when Editor Li found out the video of that show, I had to believe it.
Although the children in the video have grown up a lot, I can still find the shadows of those years in them.
What's going on, I fell into a deep confusion, could it be that I have been deceived by illusions these two nights.
How can a person who has not died become a ghost
I suddenly felt that the point of this matter might not be at all, it was just a few children who played the game,
But, where is the point
I was meditating on the bed, and editors Li and Zhou were also discussing this issue. In their minds, I was a master of cultivation.
Now that I have become like this, it means that ghosts are real.
But now all the people who thought they were dead are still alive, as if ghosts do not exist.
Watching the two arguing with red faces, I really want to tell them that there are not only seven children there.
However, I really don't have the strength to write any more.
At this time, a sentence from editor Li reminded me.
"Could those children be pretended by other ghosts?"
Although this sentence was immediately rejected by Editor Zhou for reasons, even Editor Li gave up such an idea.
But I firmly remember it in my heart.
Of course, I don't believe that it was other ghosts pretending to be it, but I can't rule out another possibility.
It is among those children that there are false ghosts.
It is completely formed by strong yin and obsession, a ghost-like nihilistic individual.
It's like when we used to play with toys alone, we always imagined companions and opponents, giving toys a special identity.
When such desires become extremely strong, it is very possible to add a special environment, such as strong Yin Qi. Let the obsession become concrete.
Could it be the same with those kids
I thought of a few children who never spoke, and thought of those expressions that never changed.
I feel more and more that my thinking is not wrong, and all this will be revealed tonight.
Use the mummy to directly cut off those obsessions and restore the situation of the matter itself.
After a full day of rest under the care of the doctor, I began to wait for the night to come.
night.
All the doctors and nurses were kicked out by me. Except for me, there were only two editors in the ward who refused to leave.
I was still unable to speak, but editors Li and Zhou were too nervous to speak.
Time passed by little by little in this silent space.
When the clock struck 12 midnight, I had the same look on my face as when I first heard those kids were alive.
"Hey, what's going on here?" Editor Li asked in a low voice, for fear of affecting me.
I shook my head puzzled, motioning for the two to go out first.
I wondered if it was because there were two more people that they were not pulled into the illusion.
But the two stood outside for an hour, and I still didn't see any change.
I was completely confused, could it be that the illusion can only be entered twice.
Before I finished thinking about it, I denied my own idea. It's not a game, so how could there be a limit on the number of times.
However, I really can't explain it all.
When the intermittent knock on the door sounded, I knocked feebly on the hospital bed.
Editors Li and Zhou walked in cautiously.
"how… ."
As soon as the conversation started, I saw Editor Li and Editor Zhou swaying as if they had been electrocuted.
The two pairs of eyes were full of horror, but they were not looking at me, but at the window sill to one side.
When I saw it, I was also taken aback.
I saw two identical girls in black with bowed heads standing side by side in front of the window.
It was the ninth and tenth children.
I frowned, and was about to speak when I felt a sharp pain in my throat, and I couldn't help showing a painful expression.
And one of the girls slowly raised her head at this moment.
I looked at the girl vigilantly, raised my right hand slightly, as long as there was something wrong, I would leave and release the mummy.
But what I didn't expect was that when the girl raised her head, a pretty face was revealed under her long hair.
Although pale, she looked very delicate, like a doll.