thefictionvixens Chapter 59: Those people were made up by you.
Chapter 59: Those people were made up by you.
night.
Zhang Ze closed the door early.
In the bedroom, after washing up, Zhang Ze put on his straw hat and looked at himself in the mirror.
It actually suits you quite well. Even though it's just a toy, the charred state gives it a certain atmosphere. Zhang Ze could really use his talent for horror art to make this hat look better.
As Zhang Ze lay down on the bed to sleep, he gradually closed his eyes.
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"Mommy, Mommy... that uncle bullied me. He poked my hand with a pen. Waaah, I'm bleeding! It hurts so much, Mommy..."
"Don't cry, baby. I'll lick it for you and put my saliva on it. It won't hurt in a little while."
"Mom is so good!"
In a hazy, indistinct state.
Zhang Ze seemed to hear someone talking.
He was a boy whose voice hadn't changed yet. He was crying and sobbing, as if he had suffered a great injustice, but when he heard his mother's voice, he quickly smiled happily again.
But as the scene before Zhang Ze gradually became clearer, he saw that he was lying on a hospital bed, next to a man staring blankly out the window.
This man is very thin.
He has an ordinary appearance; you wouldn't recognize him if you just threw him into a crowd.
Zhang Ze was taken aback and looked at the nameplate on the bedside table.
"Bed number 8, Xiong Qing."
There is only one bed in the entire ward, which means...
Zhang Ze and Xiong Qing slept in the same bed.
"Holy crap!!"
Zhang Ze almost jumped out of bed.
However, as soon as he got up, Zhang Ze realized something was wrong. No matter what he said or what he did, Xiong Qing did not react, as if Zhang Ze, a living person, did not exist at all.
Zhang Ze punched Xiong Qing in the back of the head.
The fist went straight through Xiong Qing's head.
"I'm dreaming."
Zhang Ze realized he was dreaming, dreaming that he was in room number 8 of the third ward, which was Xiong Qing's room.
No wonder Xiong Qing is so ugly. It seems that Zhang Ze had a preconceived notion that Xiong Qing looked like this, so the image in the dream matched the image in Zhang Ze's subconscious.
Zhang Ze hadn't had time to think about anything else.
Then I heard a voice next to my ear.
"Sweetie, look what this is! Isn't it cute? Mommy specially picked out this cowboy hat for you. My little hero is the coolest."
"Yay! Mom is so great!"
"Mommy, you haven't eaten for days, are you buying me toys?"
Zhang Ze tried to find the source of the sound, but he couldn't see it. The sound seemed to be coming from inside Zhang Ze's head, and he couldn't find the exact source at all.
Just as Zhang Ze was surprised.
Xiong Qing suddenly sat up in bed.
He took a box of matches from a hidden compartment in the drawer, walked step by step to the door, followed the corridor through the closed ward, and arrived at a ward in the open ward.
Zhang Ze followed to the ward and, through the window, saw a woman who looked to be in her thirties sleeping in her arms on the bed.
This child, judging from his physique, looks exactly like the child who was burned to death in the news photos.
Xiong Qing struck a match, lit it, and tossed it through the window.
Flames quickly climbed up the curtains to the window and began to burn the wardrobe and other flammable materials. In just a few seconds, the fire spread throughout the entire room.
"Is this the accident scene?"
"I've heard that vengeful spirits with deep-seated obsessions become earthbound spirits, trapped in the place of death, reliving the process of dying over and over again."
"Could it be that the boy's obsession is all contained in that toy hat?"
Zhang Ze couldn't bear to watch any longer. The sight of two people being burned alive was rather cruel, but he did see clearly that the boy was wearing the same straw hat as him.
Of course, Zhang Ze in the dream did not wear this hat.
Flames are burning.
There were no screams.
There is no heat wave.
There was no cry for help.
Zhang Ze watched as if he were watching a silent film, quietly waiting for the ward in front of him to be reduced to ashes. As the thick smoke from the flames gradually dissipated, Zhang Ze turned his gaze to the interior of the ward, which was now completely blackened by the smoke.
A boy was standing in the very center of the room.
"Um?"
Zhang Ze's eyes widened.
The boy's skin showed signs of burns, with patches of skin resembling scales attached to it. In many places, the skin and flesh were turned inside out, revealing both new and rotten flesh. Many areas were covered with dense cracks, which was physically disturbing to look at.
Most importantly, he was wearing a straw hat, which proved his identity.
"Mommy...Mommy!"
"Please don't leave me..."
"It's so hot...it's so hot..."
"Why are you doing this to me...?"
The sound rang in Zhang Ze's ears again, but this time, the sound was noticeably distorted, as if it were trying to drill into his brain.
The boy moved.
Like a ghost that suddenly appeared.
The boy suddenly appeared in the corridor, next to Xiong Qing. Xiong Qing acted as if he hadn't seen him, maintaining the posture of preparing to return to the ward to rest after setting the fire.
The boy's hand, burned to bone, was like a sharp dagger, instantly slicing open Xiong Qing's throat.
"Coo coo..."
Xiong Qing clutched his neck and collapsed to the ground, his face contorted in a grimace.
died.
Xiong Qing is dead?
Zhang Ze was completely bewildered. This shouldn't be the case. Xiong Qing was also a member of the Ghost Stories Association, and he also had a ghost on him. How could he have died like a little chick?
She looked at the boy.
The boy also looked at Zhang Ze with some suspicion.
It seems I never expected that a stranger would intrude into this dream.
"You're the boy who was murdered in Ward 3 back then, aren't you?"
"I am Zhang Ze. I run a haunted house at New Century Amusement Park in the western suburbs of Hanjiang City. If you are willing to believe me, we can be friends. I will help you get rid of Xiong Qing in real life."
Zhang Ze spoke first.
This was the umpteenth time he had initiated a conversation with a ghost.
Lingling in the world of the painting.
The face of the media outlet that lost its media presence.
He tried many times to talk things out calmly, but each time he was met with indifference. He also envied Chen Ge's ability to persuade ghosts to obey with just a few words.
Although this child looks very fierce, at least his resentment is only directed at Xiong Qing.
I should be able to persuade them, right?
Zhang Ze was filled with anxiety. If he couldn't persuade them, he would have to resort to physical persuasion with tears in his eyes, just like trying to reason with Ultraman Cosmos using his full moon beam and then resorting to physical persuasion in eclipse mode.
The scene froze for a few seconds.
The boy spoke hoarsely, his vocal cords, burned by the flames, ripping out a strange, teeth-grinding sound:
"You're lying to me, I've already killed Xiong Qing."
Kill Xiong Qing?
If you kill Xiong Qing, what need will you have for Boss Chen?
You are the one trapped in this earthbound spirit's dream.
Zhang Ze quickly said, "You're only temporarily trapped. Xiong Qing isn't really dead. If you want to kill Xiong Qing in reality, you'll need my help. Xiong Qing is our common enemy."
The boy stared for a moment, then said, "You're lying to me. I just killed Xiong Qing with my own hands."
Ugh.
I'm trapped too deeply by my obsession.
It makes sense. The mother was burned to death in the fire, and even in her dying moments, she was still holding her child, using her last bit of strength to protect him. The child suffered such a painful death; it was an absolute and irreconcilable enmity.
Zhang Ze was very patient. "Listen to me, Xiong Qing is still alive in this world. If you don't believe me, I'll tell you about a few people who will definitely remind you of reality."
"Wang Shenglong, Bai Suying, Men Nan, Xu Tong, Han Bao'er, Wu Fei."
These are the names of patients in the third ward. Zhang Ze believed that saying these words would help the boy recall reality, just like how people with sleep disorders can quickly get rid of sleep paralysis by shouting a few words.
"Those people are made up," the boy said. "You're lying to me."
Zhang Ze: ……