Free Web NovelChapter 581: Chapter 500: Haunted House_2
It was Zhao, Yang Xiao immediately answered, but after the call connected, Zhao didn’t speak, just kept gasping for air as though he had been extremely frightened.
"Zhao, what’s wrong with you?" asked Yang Xiao.
Only then did it seem like Zhao came back to his senses, his voice trembling incessantly, "Little Yang, something... something’s happened at our script shop!"
"What happened?" Yang Xiao stopped in his tracks, a foreboding feeling rising in his heart. freewebnσvel.cøm
"Haunted... The script shop is haunted! Right in that script room you designed, someone... someone really saw a female ghost!" Zhao almost cried out.
Upon hearing the news, Yang Xiao slung his bag over his shoulder and immediately rushed to the script shop. The door of the script shop was already closed, and Zhao and the others were gathered around the entrance. The female employee he had seen before was crying her eyes out, her makeup all ruined by tears, and the several male employees also had faces as pale as death.
"What happened?" Yang Xiao hurried over. He had already changed into his Drama Robe underneath his clothes, just in case.
Seeing Yang Xiao arrive, Zhao looked like he had seen a savior, grabbing hold of Yang Xiao’s hand, his lips quivering, unable to speak clearly.
After inquiring, Yang Xiao finally learned the whole story. During the game last night, the female employee who was guiding the players into the storyline noticed something amiss. After the lights in the room were turned off and the other players had their eyes covered, she saw something white protruding from behind the half-open wardrobe door—it looked like a human arm.
But before she could take a closer look, the arm suddenly retracted. This scared her tremendously, and she first thought that one of the players was being disobedient, not following the script, and deliberately trying to scare others. However, after doing a headcount, she realized that no one was missing, meaning that the person hiding in the wardrobe wasn’t a player. Braving herself, she walked up to the wardrobe and flung the doors wide open, only to find props and clothes, nothing more.
The female employee burst into tears then and there, and the script game ended abruptly. It took several male employees to comfort her, and Zhao himself led a search inside and outside of the room. Only after confirming that nothing was wrong did the female employee agree to continue leading the game.
But this time, Zhao was cautious; without telling anyone, he installed hidden surveillance cameras in the script room beforehand, thinking it was the work of rivals who were unwilling to give up on harassing him. However, just an hour before, when the script game was halfway through, an accident happened again. He heard a piercing scream from several rooms away, and soon after, several players ran out in panic. Zhao grabbed a man and asked him what was wrong, but he too was dazed, saying only that he ran because he got scared by the scream and saw others running.
By the time Zhao and others rushed into the room, the female employee leading the game had already curled up in a corner, shaking incessantly, almost fainting from fear.
It wasn’t easy to get her out, and she was in shock, not saying a word, just repeating that there was a ghost, causing fear among the staff. Zhao, who was skeptical of superstition, went back to the office alone, turned on the computer, and brought up the surveillance footage, determined to find out who was behind the mischief. But he didn’t expect what he found when he checked the footage—it was far worse than he thought.
"What happened?" Yang Xiao demanded.
In front of so many employees, Zhao didn’t dare to speak openly. It was clear he wanted to take Yang Xiao back to the office to see, but he was also a bit afraid.
"Alright, I’ll go in and take a look. You all wait for me outside, it’s on your computer, right?" Yang Xiao inquired, "And your computer is still on, isn’t it?"
"Yes, yes, here is the key to my office door." Zhao handed the key to Yang Xiao, then, as if regaining his senses, snatched it back, "No, Little Yang, you can’t go in. We should call the police, yes, we need to call the police quickly!"
The incident was unexpected, and Zhao had actually forgotten to call the police. But just as he took out his phone, Yang Xiao pressed it down, "No need, I think it’s just a misunderstanding. It would be bad to waste police resources. Let me go and check first, you wait here, it’ll be fine."
Each has their own expertise; this was not a matter for the police to handle. Even if they called the police, they would end up needing to intervene. What worried Yang Xiao the most was that this incident might be related to him.
But just to be safe, Yang Xiao left a number before going in—it was Beibei’s—and had agreed with Zhao that if he hadn’t come out in half an hour, Zhao should immediately call the number and tell the person on the other end everything that had happened here.
Taking a deep breath, he pushed open the exterior sliding door, Yang Xiao casually closed the door behind him, and then quickly walked to the service desk, using the computer there to shut down several surveillance cameras in the lobby. Only then did he mentally prepare himself, taking out the Ghost Lantern and clutching the Human Bone Rod in his right hand.
The surrounding area was very quiet, the kind of silence where one could hear a pin drop—a silence that instinctively felt problematic.
If it really were a paranormal event, these inexperienced ordinary people would have a hard time getting out unscathed. Yang Xiao knew this matter wasn’t so simple.
He didn’t rashly go to the ghost-afflicted room but first made his way to Zhao’s office. The office door was ajar, and he didn’t bother with politeness, kicking the door open with his foot, Ghost Lantern leading the way and the Human Bone Staff ready at the rear.
The door opened smoothly, and there was no one in the office. Yang Xiao approached the desk, moved the mouse, and the computer screen lit up, showing a still frame from a video that had just finished playing.
The room on the screen was familiar to Yang Xiao—it was the script room he had helped design. Besides a room full of ancient-styled furnishings, there were also dolls displayed. From the angle of the surveillance, one could even see the open wardrobe doors.
The incident happened suddenly, and Zhao had actually forgotten to call the police, but as soon as he took out his cellphone, Yang Xiao pushed it down, "No need, I think it’s just a misunderstanding. It would be bad to waste police resources. I’ll go in and take a look first, you all wait for me, I’ll be fine."
Specialization is essential, and this wasn’t in the police’s jurisdiction. Even if they called the police, they would eventually need them to intervene, and what Yang Xiao was most worried about was that this matter was related to him.
But just to be safe, Yang Xiao left a number before going in—it was Beibei’s—and had agreed with Zhao that if he hadn’t come out in half an hour, Zhao should immediately call the number and tell the person on the other end everything that had happened here.
Taking a deep breath, he pushed open the exterior sliding door, Yang Xiao casually closed the door behind him, and then quickly walked to the service desk, using the computer there to shut down several surveillance cameras in the lobby. Only then did he mentally prepare himself, taking out the Ghost Lantern and clutching the Human Bone Rod in his right hand.
The surrounding area was very quiet, the kind of silence where one could hear a pin drop—a silence that instinctively felt problematic.
If it really were a paranormal event, these inexperienced ordinary people would have a hard time getting out unscathed. Yang Xiao knew this matter wasn’t so simple.
He didn’t rush to the ghost-afflicted room but first went to Zhao’s office. The office door was ajar, and without any courtesy, he stretched out his foot to kick it open, with the Ghost Lantern in front and the Human Bone Staff behind, ready for action. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ
The door opened smoothly; the office was empty. Yang Xiao walked up to the desk, nudged the mouse, and the computer screen lit up, frozen on a video that had finished playing.
The room on the screen was familiar to Yang Xiao—it was the script room he had participated in designing. Apart from a house full of antique-styled furnishings, there were also
He didn’t proceed carelessly to the haunted room but first went to Zhao’s office. The door to the office was slightly open, and without any formality, he used his foot to push it open, leading with the Ghost Lantern and ready with the Human Bone Staff behind him.
The door opened effortlessly, and there was no one inside the office. Yang Xiao moved to the front of the desk, shifted the mouse, and the computer screen came alive, displaying a paused image from a video that had just ended.
The room displayed on the monitor was well-known to Yang Xiao—it was the script room he had a hand in designing, complete with a houseful of ancient-style decorations, and also
