Notice the man wearing the shroud,
My hand holding the knife was ready to move,
At this time, the supernatural blogger quickly shouted: "Don't do anything, he is human."
He rushed up to stop me and explained breathlessly: "He...he is a human..."
"His face is painted with makeup, and the clothes on his body are also purposeful. He is my companion."
"We are a two-person team, one person is filming, and the other person is pretending to be a ghost and doing things."
"Otherwise, there would be no program effect."
I shook my head speechlessly and walked into the corridor on the third floor.
The supernatural blogger and his companions followed behind.
The supernatural blogger complained: "You are really good at picking places, you almost scared me to death."
"Don't say a word either."
His companion said silently: "Sorry."
Looking forward from the corridor on the third floor, the front is still a mass of darkness with no way out.
And it seems that you can see at a glance that the end is the wall, the third floor is the same floor, and the second floor has the same four rooms.
I chose the nearest room, pushed open the door and entered the room full of shadows.
A scarlet human head flew towards me, with dark eye sockets and a wide mouth.
I tilted my head to avoid it, and the head just hit the supernatural blogger. He was so frightened that he hugged the head and screamed.
I cut the rope behind the head with a knife: "What are you shouting for? Didn't you do this?".
ah? The supernatural blogger took one look and breathed a sigh of relief: "It turned out to be the fake head made by me."
I couldn't help but asked, "Aren't you a supernatural blogger? Are you so timid?"
The supernatural blogger threw the head aside:
"I used to be an ignorant, iron-headed kid. Who knew there were real ghosts in this world?"
'Damn it, I will never be able to do this again if I change my job'.
I walked in and looked around. The furnishings and layout of the room were no different from other rooms. Then he left,
When I came to the opposite room, I opened the door.
A black shadow mixed with blood came over heavily, and one could vaguely see the pale skin and the horrified face.
I dodged, and the black shadow crashed next to me. It was a corpse.
I turned to look at the supernatural blogger: "Did you arrange something again?".
Who would have thought that the supernatural blogger suddenly became furious and jumped up and shouted:
"No! I have never been to this room."
"I didn't put this body there!".
"This is a real corpse."
I turned back and stared at the corpse: "Indeed, this is a real corpse, you can't get it either."
Past the body, I walked inside,
The supernatural blogger asked creepily: "Aren't you scared?"
"This is a corpse."
"Call the police, you should call the police first."
Seeing that I ignored him, he looked at the corpse with trembling lips and tongue even more afraid,
Finally, he mustered up the courage to hold the body's sides and turn it over little by little.
When I saw him, he froze
The face as pale as paper, the scars on the cheeks, the ink-like pupils...this is his companion!
This corpse is his companion!
No wonder he looked so familiar.
No, that's not right, the supernatural blogger reacted immediately, with goosebumps emerging.
He suddenly looked back and saw his companion wearing a shroud and a white face standing quietly behind him.
The corpse companion is here, but who is the companion behind him?
It's a ghost!
The paranormal blogger came crawling and rolling in, eager to jump on me.
I cleverly avoided him and said calmly: "He is not a fierce ghost, he is an extremely ordinary ghost."
"He died of fright, and now his soul is still in limbo."
"No harm intended."
The supernatural blogger became even more frightened when he heard this. He asked in disbelief: "Do you know he is a ghost?"
I nodded: "Yeah".
"You saw it through the first time we met?"
"Um".
He looked at the corpse of his companion and was filled with sadness. He said with a mournful face:
"Brother, you told me earlier... He would feel so uncomfortable if he saw that I was so afraid of him."
I walked around the room and responded, "Sometimes it's not always a good thing to know."
There were some loudspeakers, fake blood and other props in the room, which he probably hadn't had time to arrange yet.
After leaving the room, the supernatural blogger was still grieving over the death of his companion.
He knelt on the ground and confessed bitterly to his companion who had become a ghost.
"It's all my fault, it's all my idea."
"I am the one who harmed you"
"Why would I come up with this method? We are too ignorant...".
His companion stood silently and silently, but he stretched out his hand to help the supernatural blogger up.
I came to the door of another room, and this time I asked again:
"There are no things in this room that you decorated or are your companions?".
The supernatural blogger shook his head repeatedly:
"No, all the things I arranged have been explored by you."
"I have never been in this room."
Pushing the door open with the hilt of the knife, you can get a clear view just by standing at the door. This room is much smaller than the other rooms and has very little furniture.
After confirming that no one was there, I set my sights on the last room.
This is the last room in the entire hotel.
I'm sure there's a ghost in this hotel, and it's probably the second type of ghost.
Carrying a knife, he cautiously came to this room.
Standing in front of the door and about to open the door, I suddenly stopped. I moved closer and moved my nose.
The faint smell of corpse... and the faint smell of blood,
As soon as you get close to the door, you can feel the coldness inside, and it's even colder when you hold the door handle.
The supernatural blogger came over wiping his eyes: "This is the only room left, why don't you go in?"
"Look quickly, let's leave quickly"
"This place is so evil, I still want to take his body out."
I didn't respond, and I didn't choose to open the door.
Instead, he raised his leg and kicked the door panel violently, and kicked the door open with one kick.
The thing about the ghost who opened the door will always be a small shadow in my heart, and I can't suffer a second time if I almost suffered a loss.
At the same time that the door panel fell backward, gusts of dark wind blew in from the room, and the clothes on my body bulged one after another.
The dark wind is like the accumulated flood. After it is vented, there is no movement.
I looked at the room and stood in front of the door stunned for a while.
The supernatural blogger thought it was strange, so he went over to take a look.
The human skin quilts were hung in Jimo's room, moving in the wind like wind chimes in front of the door.
Those human-skinned faces were facing them from time to time, and their rotten eyes and large tearing holes on their faces made people frightened everywhere.
The wind blows into the skin bag, and the human skin bulges,
The faces seemed to be smiling at them, and the wind passing through the human skin made a sound like a ghost crying.
The supernatural blogger fell to the ground, his eyeballs protruding from his sockets and shaking in fear. He pointed at the pieces of human skin absentmindedly.
"This this.......".
My hand holding the bronze horizontal sword trembled slightly, and my eyes took in these human skins.
They are enriched by the wind, and their dry and dry faces seem to be smiling.
There are about ten human skins, some of which have begun to rot...
I took a deep breath. I have been chasing the ghost for half a year. I know that the ghost cannot wear human skin without limit.
It treats human skin just like people treat clothes. If you like it, you will peel it off and put it on, and if you don't like it, you will take it off.
These human skins were all replaced by skinnies.
It regards people as clothes hangers and takes other people's skins at will. If you don't have skin, you have always robbed others.
Unlike other ghosts' rules and resentment, it is pure evil, ordinary evil deeds without deliberate intention.
What it considers natural may seem disgusting to others.
This may be the meaning of my vow to kill the skin-peeling ghost.
Holding the horizontal knife in both hands, he stood in front of him and walked in resolutely...
