thefictionvixens Chapter 72: Chen Ge Triggers His Passive Skill
Chapter 72: Chen Ge Triggers His Passive Skill
The elevator slowly ascended.
Between the fourth and fifth floors, the elevator suddenly stopped for a few seconds, and the lights inside the elevator dimmed as if the power had been cut off.
Zhang Ze remained silent.
Elevators are enclosed spaces, making them natural filming locations for many short horror movies, and strange things often happen inside them.
Even Chen Ge encountered an elevator malfunction when he went to the Strange Tales Association.
It's almost certain that he's been targeted by something.
Not only him, but also what exactly happened at the Donghai Road Film and Television Base during Zhang Ze's absence is probably only known to Chen Ge.
"If you want to fight me here, I'm happy to oblige."
"I advise you not to hold back, or when I get back I will grind you to dust."
Zhang Ze said coldly.
The smooth mirror of the elevator reflected not Zhang Ze, but another familiar figure—the same figure Zhang Ze had seen at the bottom of the lake last night, a fellow resembling Yue Pan.
The standoff lasted for a few seconds.
The figure on the smooth screen disappeared.
The elevators have also resumed operation.
We arrived at the fifth floor without incident.
Out of caution, Zhang Ze did not go out first, but instead had Lingling go in first into the lobby on the fifth floor. After confirming that there was no danger, he then stepped in himself.
The bizarre scene I had imagined did not occur.
There were no corpses strewn everywhere.
There were no menacing monsters either.
The only problem is the quietness, it's too quiet.
The entire fifth floor was deserted. There were no actors or filming crew in the central scene. Zhang Ze entered the office but did not see Chen Ge or Yue Pan.
It seemed like just one night, and the place was deserted.
"Yue Pan's phone is on the table."
"Is Chen Ge's phone also there?"
"Who called me?"
Zhang Ze saw Yue Pan and Chen Ge's phones on the table. Both phones showed missed messages after 4 a.m., indicating that Chen Ge and Yue Pan were no longer present after 4 a.m.
If the two are leaving temporarily, why would they leave their phones behind?
There's no doubt that something illogical must have happened here.
Zhang Ze first turned on Chen Ge's phone. The contacts showed that he had called Chen Ge repeatedly last night, all the way until Zhang Ze had spread crows all over the western suburbs of Hanjiang City. All the calls were from Chen Ge himself.
Only this morning.
The phone call Chen Ge made to Zhang Ze, asking him to return to the film and television base.
Zhang Ze could not find any records.
"Something unexpected happened here, even Chen Ge got caught?"
"Tsk, this is interesting."
They were nowhere to be found, neither alive nor dead.
He could assume that Chen Ge had been caught off guard and his plans had backfired.
If someone can even take down Chen Ge, isn't he another top-tier red-clothed fighter?
Zhang Ze thought about it for a moment and put the problem out of his mind for the time being.
Check Yue Pan's phone.
The last video mentioned by "Chen Ge" was displayed.
The name of this video is...
"Babu Hates You".
Zhang Ze clicked on the video, and his pupils contracted slightly. There was no bloody scene in the video, only an empty room. Babu sat in the middle of the room, staring at Zhang Ze outside the screen with resentment.
One minute.
Two minutes.
three minutes……
For more than ten minutes, he maintained this posture. If it weren't for the clown Bubba blinking, Zhang Ze would have thought it was a still image.
Feeling uneasy being stared at, Zhang Ze turned off his phone and fell into deep thought.
Chen Ge has disappeared.
Yue Pan has also disappeared.
All the leads suddenly went cold. He went around trying to save victims in the darkness of Hanjiang City, but overlooked the possibility that Chen Ge might not be able to cover up the truth.
Sure enough, no one can be trusted.
You can only trust yourself.
I've learned my lesson.
Zhang Ze decided to go to Xicheng Police Station to find Captain Yan to learn about everything that happened in Hanjiang City last night, as well as the disappearance case caused by the lost media.
The most crucial one is Yue Pan.
Yue Pan is definitely not as simple as he appears on the surface.
Zhang Ze turned and left.
Little did Zhang Ze know, in a place unseen by him...
In the central area of the fifth floor.
Chen Ge was gripping the skull-crushing hammer tightly. Sitting in front of him was a man in a clown costume. The clown's mouth was split open to his ears, and his bright red nose was unnaturally swollen, giving him a terrifying, inhuman appearance.
Just sit there.
It was as if Chen Ge was invisible.
"What exactly do you want to do by bringing me into this place?"
"If you want to kill me, just bring it on. Simply locking me in a dark room, are you trying to starve me to death?"
Chen Ge stared at the clown in front of him.
Last night, he faithfully carried out his mission, reporting his location to Zhang Ze every few minutes, and successfully assisted Zhang Ze in rescuing many residents of Hanjiang City. No matter what appeared in the video, he could determine the exact location in time.
joke.
He is a native of Hanjiang City.
It was naturally recognizable at a glance.
After several repetitions, Chen Ge's own phone also received a video from the Ghost Story Research Company. This video was no longer about Yue Pan's one hundred ways to die, but rather...
"Chen Yalin?"
Chen Ge immediately recognized the high school girl in the video as Chen Yalin, the spirit of the Ouija board. For some reason, the spirit seemed to be trapped and was calling for help from Chen Ge outside the screen.
Chen Ge was eager to save lives.
After all, they are my own employees.
The black phone also gave a task: "A resentful ballpoint pen." Completing the task will turn the Ouija board spirit into a haunted house employee.
Of course, he didn't want anything to happen to Chen Yalin.
Unexpectedly, this moment of compassion led Chen Ge into a trap, where he was pulled into the space of the clown Babu and confronted this half-human, half-ghost creature for several hours.
It's not like he hasn't tried to fight head-on.
But every time he kills the clown Babu.
Bob the Clown will be resurrected.
Whether Chen Ge smashes his skull with a hammer or Yin Xiaoxiao and Zhang Ya do it, every time they tear up the clown Babu, he will revive a few minutes later.
"If you try to trap me for life, you're destined to be disappointed."
"Zhang Ze will find a way to get me out of here."
"You're the weakest ghost I've ever seen. You don't even dare to attack first. What kind of skill is it to stall me for time by endlessly resurrecting?"
Chen Ge continued to provoke the clown, Babu.
He's not afraid of Bob the Joker going to blow him up.
He was just afraid that Bob the Clown would continue to waste his time.
The longer he stayed in this place, the more he smelled the stench of rotting meat filling the room. The stench grew stronger and stronger, becoming a form of torture.
"hehe."
"Keeping you trapped is enough."
Bob the Clown squeaked out a few words, "You're tougher than that guy, but he's more difficult to deal with."
"As long as the company can hold you off, we'll wait for the truly terrifying one to appear, take him down, and then deal with you."
Chen Ge keenly noticed that the clown Babu mentioned the word "we," indicating that he wasn't the only ghost.
well.
Since we can communicate, things are much easier to resolve.
"You must have misunderstood something. I don't want to be your enemy. We've been investigating lost media in order to join the Ghost Stories Research Company."
"Is this how you treat new colleagues? Call your boss out to see me. I'm here for a job, and I didn't mean to hurt you."
"I understand your predicament, and I believe that we can solve the problem together, but this requires us to put aside our prejudices and have an open and honest conversation."
Chen Ge rattled off a long string of words in one breath, flowing smoothly and naturally, as if he had rehearsed them countless times before.
He was too good at saying such things. As long as the other party had even the slightest chance to communicate, he could use this set of words to control the other party for several minutes.