12dz Chapter 744 Ghost Child
Chapter 744 Ghost Child
Chen Yile suddenly woke up from a nightmare.
The dream just now was too realistic, and the real sense of horror made me feel like I was there.
I fell asleep while on duty.
After signing the duty log, Chen Yile looked up at the wall clock.
At 11 o'clock in the evening, the warehouse area was so quiet that you could hear the sound of electricity from the fluorescent tubes, and the glass display cabinets in the distance were emitting a cold light.
The photos of the three workers who died suddenly last week are still posted on the bulletin board, and the corners of the obituary are curled up.
"Hey young man, this is for you."
Aunt Wang, who was on the night shift, suddenly came out from behind the shelf and handed over half a peach wood talisman with her cracked hands. "Recently, people in Curry have been saying they hear children laughing."
The sixty-year-old cleaner had black dirt in the cracks of his fingernails, but his eyes were unusually clear.
Chen Yile noticed the copper keychain hanging around her waist, the last key of which was stained with dark red stains.
"Something was dug up during the renovations 20 years ago." Aunt Wang suddenly lowered her voice, her withered fingers tracing circles on the glass display cases. "These display cases are made of the wood from the old house that was demolished. Do you smell the musty smell mixed with the fishy odor?"
Chen Yile saw Aunt Wang's fingers leaving oily marks on the glass surface.
The 60-watt incandescent lamp suddenly flickered, and the modern glass crafts in the display cabinet appeared and disappeared.
"On the day of the renovation, a heavy rainstorm washed away the foundation." Aunt Wang pulled a plastic bag from the cleaning cart. Inside was half a carved blue brick. "The foreman asked everyone to remove the beams from the old house to protect the foundation. But when they pried open the main beam..."
The tattered bag fell onto the duty desk, and out rolled five rusty longevity locks. Chen Yile, using a tissue to pad his fingertips, flipped through them and found one with the word "Lin A-Di" engraved on its face. The chain was wrapped with a dark brown cloth.
The alarm suddenly blasted. As the two rushed to Area 3, they heard the sound of shattering glass from deep in the flickering corridor.
The tempered glass of display case number 17 was cracked into a spider web shape, with black slime oozing from the cracks. A broken ceramic bowl lay in the corner.
"It was fine just now." Chen Yile's Adam's apple moved, and the flashlight revealed fresh fingerprints on the fragments.
Those fingerprints were half a meter shorter than normal ones, like those of a child's hands.
Aunt Wang suddenly bent down and dug out half of a yellowed photo from the pile of debris.
The four children who were originally blurry in the photo are now clearly visible: the girl holding the cat on the left is missing her right ear, the short boy in the middle has purple spots all over his face, and the squatting child on the far right has an iron chain tied to his left ankle.
At that moment, the rolling door at the end of the corridor made a loud noise. As Chen Yile rushed over with his riot fork, he saw a piece of floral shirt pass by the gate.
The surveillance screen suddenly went black, and the broadcasting system automatically played a female voice singing a nursery rhyme in dialect, the lyrics intermittently mixed with a teeth-chattering sound.
Aunt Wang sprinkled some incense ash into the cracks in the display cabinet. Suddenly, she turned and stared at Chen Yile's work badge: "Is your mother's last name Lin?"
Seeing Chen Yile nod, she trembled and took two steps back. "The last person who survived in the Lin family mansion was the mute tied with iron chains. When he escaped, he took away the old house..."
The rest of his words were swept away by a sudden, chilling wind. The mahogany wood of the duty desk suddenly caught fire, revealing half of a swollen little face in the green flames.
A few light blue fingers stretched out from the cracks in the display case. When Chen Yile swung the fire extinguisher and smashed it over, he heard Aunt Wang's screams mixed with the children's laughter echoing in the warehouse.
There was a note hidden at the bottom of the incense ash box left by Aunt Wang: "Mid-July is the peak period for deaths, and the ghost boy in the cabinet needs to choose a successor." Today is July 15th, and the colleagues who were supposed to keep watch on the duty roster all had red crosses drawn on them.
When the last light went out, knocking sounds were heard one after another from the display cabinets.
Chen Yile held a flashlight to the glass and suddenly saw children wearing floral clothes standing in every display case.
The blood marks they drew on the inner wall of the glass formed four words: It's your turn to come in.
Suddenly, the sound of iron chains dragging on the floor was heard in the corridor. The moment the glass exploded, more than a dozen arms wrapped in the smell of rotten wood wrapped around Chen Yile's ankles.
The dull thud of the fire extinguisher hitting the glass made his palms numb. Chen Yile stepped back, panting, and saw a wriggling black shadow crawling out of the crack.
Aunt Wang grabbed the industrial salt from the cleaning truck and sprinkled it on the ground. When the salt grains touched the black shadow, they made a frying-like sizzling sound.
"Go to the east end of the warehouse!" She pulled off the silver necklace around her neck, and the cross pendant that popped open caught a gray hand that was trying to wrap around her ankle. "There's a safe with suppression items there!"
Chen Yile ran wildly between the shelves, and wherever the lightning flashed, the display cabinet glass shattered one after another.
Broken glass scratched ghostly tracks on the tiles, and a sweet, rotten smell hung in the air.
As he turned the corner, his work clothes were scratched by the rotten wooden frame of the display cabinet, and a few drops of black blood seeped out of the torn fabric.
A dark green safe about two meters high was embedded in the corner of the wall. When he entered the emergency code marked in red on the duty roster, a creaking sound came from the shelf behind him.
Entire rows of shelves collapsed like dominoes, and the moldy wood of the display case sprouted vascular-like vines that wrapped around his right ankle.
The moment the combination dial lit up green, the cabinet door popped open and the strong wind overturned the approaching vines.
Chen Yile picked up a peach wood sword and chopped it, and the fishy mucus splashed onto his work badge, corroding his expressionless face in the ID photo.
"Put that back where it belongs!"
Aunt Wang's screams came from the other end of the passage. Chen Yile then noticed that the top layer of the safe was half a carved blue brick, with dark red dirt accumulated in the grooves of the brick surface.
When he picked up the bricks and rushed towards the display case with the most serious cracks, the broken glass on the ground suddenly floated up and cut dozens of bloody wounds on his arms.
The moment the dark red blood dripped into the grooves in the blue bricks, the entire warehouse was filled with screams.
Chen Yile used the smell of blood as cover and watched Aunt Wang arrange the five longevity locks into a star shape according to specific positions.
The youngest ghost child suddenly broke free from his restraints, and the iron chain brought a biting chill as it brushed against his neck.
"The Lin family's bloodline can no longer suppress them!" Aunt Wang's palm was cracked open with a deep wound that could be seen to the bone. Incense ash wrapped in blood beads ignited a faint blue flame on the ground. "Hurry and find the beam with the red rope!"
The flashlight swept across the ceiling beams, and Chen Yile discovered that the wooden beam in the northwest corner was wrapped with faded red cloth.
When he stepped onto the shelf to climb, the vines below had gathered into huge deformed hands.
The moment the peach wood sword split the red cloth, fine wood chips poured down like a rainstorm. In the crack of the beam was a yellowed marriage contract, with his mother's real name signed on it.
When Chen Yile pressed the blue brick back on the safe in the corner, the vines instantly gathered into strips of dark shadows.
"Can we lock it now?" He looked up at Aunt Wang, who was being controlled by the ghost boy not far away. "Is there a coffin buried under the Lin family's foundation?"
Seeing her nod, he continued to ask, "Is the wood in the old house used to suppress ghosts?"
"Yes...we suppressed them." Aunt Wang's voice trembled slightly. "Those children lived too long back then, so Uncle Lin asked the master to disperse them..."