Step by step, Zuo Si carefully ascended the stairs, moving quietly and cautiously, afraid to make too much noise, fearing to disturb those ‘unclean’ things.
Finally reaching the second floor, nothing strange happened, nor did he see the woman in a hospital gown. He couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief, and the hand gripping the flashlight was no longer stiff.
Unknowingly, his palms were already covered in cold sweat.
“How could there be ghosts in this world? It’s all just self-induced fear.”
Zuo Si’s fear had dissipated, and he began filming the environment on the second floor.
Feigning mystery, he lowered his voice and said, “Hello, viewers, good evening everyone. Today, we will explore You Ren Hospital at night together, searching for the secrets behind Spirit Exploration Streamer’s death… Please join me in finding clues to this case…”
“Was it an accident? Revenge? Sudden illness?… Or did he really encounter a ghost?! Let’s work together to find the real culprit!”
The dark environment, the terrifying atmosphere, coupled with Zuo Si’s eerie voice.
For a moment, the suspenseful ambiance in the livestream room was pushed to its peak.
“Wow, why is this livestream so scary? I remember the streamer was just a second-rate guy!…”
“Why does the streamer’s voice sound a bit off? Could he also be a ghost? Is the ghost live streaming for us??”
“Shut the hell up, I’m hiding under my blanket and I’m about to be scared to death! Barricade with barrage! Barricade with barrage!”
Seeing so many viewers frightened by his performance, Zuo Si smirked proudly.
As a Spirit Exploration Streamer, his popularity wasn’t great, but he had studied how to scare people quite a bit.
Especially horror novels; he often listened to them to learn how others scare through speech.
Today, it finally came in handy.
He shone the flashlight around, observing the corridor on both sides, which was almost symmetrical, with no noticeable difference.
There were no signs or indicators, making it impossible to tell which way led to the operating room.
“Any viewer can give me directions? Should I go left or right?” he asked.
He glanced at the time—almost one o’clock—and knew he had to find the operating room where the murder had occurred quickly.
Otherwise, the viewers would get bored and go to sleep.
“Go left!”
“Go right!”
“Left! I vouch for my neighbor Lao Wang’s wife!”
“Right! I bet fifty cents!”
Damn it…
Zuo Si was speechless. These viewers were too hard to handle. The tense, spooky atmosphere he had just managed to build vanished instantly.
System: Changshan Zhao Zilong tips the streamer with a wolfskin coat.
“Stop talking, I’ve studied this news carefully. Trust me, go left~!” Zhao Zilong from Changshan directly threw a hundred yuan gift, instructing Zuo Si to go left.
Zuo Si certainly wouldn’t refuse. Even if he now knew there was no operating room on the left, he had to go.
The boss’s words were law, and those cheap viewers’ opinions didn’t matter.
He stopped looking at the barrage and focused on walking. The ground was littered with broken glass, each step producing a harsh, cracking sound.
In this silent environment, the noise was especially jarring.
Somehow, whether it was an illusion or not, he felt that the deeper he went, the colder the surrounding temperature became.
“Maybe the windows are all broken here…” he comforted himself.
After walking a while, two wooden doors appeared ahead. Due to the passage of time, the white paint on them was yellowed and peeling, looking mottled and dilapidated.
On the wall above hung a rusty sign, barely visible, with three characters: ‘Operating Room’.
Zuo Si was about to push the door open.
Bang!
Suddenly, a loud noise came from behind, startling him. His selfie stick and flashlight nearly fell to the ground.
He hurriedly turned back with the flashlight, and not far behind, a door was swinging back and forth in the wind.
His heart pounded wildly.
In such a silent environment, this sudden noise truly scared him.
He curiously examined the door; the handle had long fallen off, and it could no longer be closed tightly.
His gaze moved upward, and the sign was gone, leaving him unsure what kind of room it was.
He glanced at the barrage and saw many viewers had been frightened by the loud noise.
He aimed the camera and flashlight at the door, explaining, “It was just the wind, everyone don’t be afraid.”
Zuo Si slowly approached, curious about what might be inside.
His peripheral vision caught a glimpse of the barrage, where some viewers were spamming to tell him not to go, but he paid no mind.
Just a quick look, it wouldn’t take long.
He gently pushed open the door. A night breeze greeted him.
Inside was empty, with only an old, battered wooden horse swaying in the wind. A large window was almost completely shattered, and the night wind was pouring in from there.
Tonight’s moonlight was bright, though mostly blocked by tree branches, some light still spilling into the room, with shadows dancing as the branches swayed.
Zuo Si stood in the middle of the room, looking up and down. Apart from the severe decay of the walls, he found nothing unusual.
But he felt a sudden chill on his neck—probably the wind, he thought.
He turned to look out the window, ready to leave, but that one glance froze him.
His eyes widened in shock.
In the reflection of the glass, he saw a blurry figure riding on his shoulder!
It looked like a teenage boy, vague and indistinct.
At this moment, the figure was looking down at his own head.
“Ah! Ah!!!” he let out a pig-like squeal, collapsing onto the ground.
He immediately supported himself with his hands and scrambled out of the room, running down to the first floor.
He gasped for breath, clutching the staircase handrail, still trembling.
The surroundings were pitch black, almost nothing was visible.
No, wait!
He forgot to bring his phone and flashlight!
“This…”
Zuo Si felt like he was about to collapse.
Should he go back to get them?
Afraid of encountering a ghost!
Or not take them?
Without a flashlight, he wouldn’t find his way out!
Cold sweat covered his forehead.
He clenched his teeth, hesitated no longer, and resolutely climbed the stairs.
“Maybe it was just an illusion earlier.”
“That’s right!”
“It must have been an illusion.”
“I definitely mistook the shadow of a tree for something else!”
Zuo Si became even more convinced that there were no ghosts in this world.
Because only then could he avoid fear.
This time, he moved especially quickly. As soon as he reached the second floor, he ran straight to the left.
From afar, he could see the flashlight in the room.
The closer he got to that room, the slower he moved.
Just before reaching the door, he hesitated.
If there really was…
He dared not think further.
The wooden door was still swinging in the wind, the light was on, and there was no strange sound coming from inside.
After standing by the door for a few minutes, Zuo Si finally made a decision.
Standing here wasn’t a solution.
He took a few deep breaths, then stepped into the room.
Nothing unusual happened around him; his phone and flashlight were still on the ground.
He didn’t immediately pick them up, instead thinking he should first check the glass—was it all just an illusion earlier…