pertwk Chapter 3: Streamer, there's another shadow downstairs!
Chapter 3: Streamer, there's another shadow downstairs!
And it's still rising rapidly!
The comments were so dense and fast that they were impossible to see clearly:
"Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap! Was that real lightning?!"
"Special effects! It's definitely special effects! If this were real, I'd eat shit on live stream!"
"Special effects my ass! Look, the floor is cracking! And the lighting, the smoke—even Hollywood blockbusters don't look this realistic!"
"This is way too hardcore! A true shockwave?"
"It's scripted! It's definitely scripted! These days, internet celebrities will do anything to become famous, they'll even use gunpowder!"
"Who just said the Taoist priest is a fraud? Come out and take your punishment!"
Jiang Rongrong looked at the charred pit and then at the comments section where people were still questioning the script. She felt like crying.
script?
Who would risk their life to act in such a script?!
"Family members... would you believe me if I said this wasn't special effects, and it wasn't scripted?"
Jiang Rongrong spoke to the camera, her voice trembling.
Although the two were terrified,
But looking at the constant "666" in the live stream and the screen full of gift effects,
The professional instinct of being a streamer prevailed, and the excitement briefly overcame the fear.
"Family members! This really isn't special effects!"
Jiang Rongrong, disregarding her image, brought her phone close to the still-smoking, charred crater.
He even smeared some black ash from the ground with his finger to show the camera.
"See? It's still warm! If this were special effects, I, Jiang Rongrong, would eat this floor tile right here and now!"
Song Qiaoyun chimed in, speaking rapidly, "Yes, yes, yes! That noise just now really scared Dad to death!"
"My ears are ringing now! That young Taoist priest... no, that Taoist master is truly a master!"
But the comments section didn't buy it at all:
"Stop trying to explain it away. There's something called targeted detonation now, which Hollywood uses all the time."
"They're really going all out to become famous, but I like this script, so I'm giving them a rocket!"
"The anchor's acting was pretty good too. That fall on his bottom just now looked painful. So professional!"
Just as the two were struggling to explain that "this really isn't special effects," the tone of the comments suddenly shifted.
At first, there were only a few scattered ones:
"Hey? What's that white shadow at that camera position on the first floor?"
"Am I seeing things? I think someone just moved around in the living room on the first floor."
But soon, more and more comments started flooding the screen:
"Stop acting, you've given yourself away! The phone behind the flowerpot on the first floor captured the moment!"
"[Moderator] I Want to Ascend: Wait, Rongrong, you're on the second floor, Qiaoyun is on the second floor too, that little Taoist priest just went out... then who's that person in white downstairs?"
"Holy crap! I saw it too!"
"A new actress is entering? Another female ghost in white? The script is quite coherent."
Jiang Rongrong was taking pictures of the hole in the floor with her phone.
Seeing these comments, he frowned, and said to the camera with a hint of amusement:
"Family members, are you seeing things?"
"Or were they stunned by that lightning strike?"
She turned to look at Song Qiaoyun beside her, her tone relaxed: "Qiaoyun, don't you think so?"
"It's just the two of us in this villa, so where did this white shadow come from?"
"Could it be that I've split myself down there?"
Song Qiaoyun also peeked at the comments section, unconcerned: "Yeah, it must be because the lighting was too dim just now."
"Plus, the curtains were blowing wildly in the wind, so you must have misread it."
But the comments didn't stop because of their denials.
"It really is there! It's over there by the red rope!"
"Stop being stubborn, streamer! Quickly go back and watch the replay!"
"Screenshot provided! It's confirmed! It really is a shadow, and it looks a bit... stiff?"
"Even though I know it's a script, the shadow's posture is so weird, like it's standing on tiptoe..."
Jiang Rongrong looked at these assertive comments on the screen.
Although I still felt that the audience was just jumping on the bandwagon,
But that inexplicable sense of unease quietly grew in my heart like weeds.
She felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end.
Behind the flowerpot was a spare phone that they had hidden there specifically for filming, facing the center of the living room.
But there are only the two of them in the villa now!
Lin Jinian has just left.
They heard the door close clearly.
"Qiao...Qiaoyun..."
Jiang Rongrong held onto Song Qiaoyun's arm:
Did you lock the door just now?
"It's locked...it's an electronic lock, it locks automatically..."
Jiang Rongrong took a deep breath, feigning composure, and held up her phone:
"Since you all say you have it, then this host will grant your wish."
"Let's go downstairs and take a look now."
"Catch this so-called 'white shadow'!"
Just then, another loud rumble of thunder sounded outside the window.
The pale light of lightning illuminated the entire hall.
They saw it.
Amidst the messy array of red ropes in the living room, there really was a shadow standing there!
The shadow was blurry, dressed in a gray-white funeral shroud.
It's definitely not a costume for cosplay like Jiang Rongrong's.
Instead, it was the old-fashioned style.
It seemed to sense the gaze from upstairs and raised its head.
But in the next second, the lights flickered.
The shadow vanished as if it had evaporated!
"ah--!!!"
"Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!"
Jiang Rongrong and Song Qiaoyun were terrified.
The two huddled together and collapsed onto the second-floor floor, shivering.
"What...what was that?!"
Jiang Rongrong's teeth were chattering.
"I don't know! Am I seeing things? I must be seeing things!"
Song Qiaoyun shook her head desperately, trying to hypnotize herself.
The viewers in the live stream went wild:
"Awesome!!! The transitions! The lighting!"
"That ghostly figure was so realistic, was it a disappearing magic trick?"
"The anchor's acting is amazing, look at that terrified little expression."
"Stop pretending, Rongrong! Let that awful actor come out and take his bow!"
"The script is getting more and more exciting. I thought it was going to be a debunking movie, but it turned out to be a horror movie special!"
Looking at these comments still praising the "good acting skills,"
Jiang Rongrong really wanted to go through the internet cable and strangle them.
That acting was incredible! I was terrified!
"There really is a ghost...there really is a ghost!"
Jiang Rongrong screamed into her phone, tears smearing her eyeliner.
Two black tear streaks flowed down, making it look even more comical and terrifying.
Song Qiaoyun suddenly pointed to the gap in the second-floor railing.
She let out a piercing scream: "Giggle...giggle..."
She pointed downstairs in terror.
That grayish-white figure dressed in a funeral shroud has reappeared without anyone noticing!
And this time, it wasn't standing in the center of the living room.
It stood on the first step of the stairs.
It was tilting its head back in an extremely strange posture.
They stared intently at the women on the second floor!
Although their facial features were obscured, the chilling malice that seeped into their bones made them feel as if they had fallen into an ice cave.
It's moving.
It's going up!
"Aaaaaah! Help!"
Jiang Rongrong completely broke down; she grabbed Song Qiaoyun beside her.
She was digging her fingers into her best friend's flesh.
"Quick! Call them now!"
Jiang Rongrong screamed in a tearful voice, "That Taoist priest! That Master Lin!"
"Call him back quickly! Give him more money!"
"I'll pay any price! Bring him back to save my life!!!"