Chapter 5 03 You lose the ghost paper and I lose NT dollars

Never underestimate your potential. Money is the driving force in life for many people, and so am I. Since I paid fifteen hundred yuan, I must earn back what I deserved in this suicide hotel. In the mood of grief and indignation, I had a full meal and went to the Xingtian Palace in the afternoon to pray for two peace charms. Then I went to the nearby police station to argue with the police and seriously inquired about the gossip about that horrible old hotel. In the police station, the left-behind policemen were eating chicken chops and playing Wii, but they still made a pot of hot tea with me in a very service spirit.

"You mean that big XX hotel? That hotel is really evil. Every year in the past, a person chooses to commit suicide there, burns charcoal, hangs himself, takes medicine, cuts his wrists, jumps off a building... …In short, a lot of people died, but the price is cheap, and some locals will still go there to shoot cannons during the day, and our police can’t control it.” "Then do you know that it is haunted?" I asked solemnly. "So what if it's haunted, it's none of my fucking business." The policeman who ate the chicken chop very carefully poured me a cup of hot tea and said, "Except for one guy who shot his head off with a gun, Tell us to investigate the source of the gun, other than whether you are haunted or not? Even if it is really haunted, what can we do as the police? Shall we handcuff the ghost?"

No. So I drank my tea, replenished a few packs of snacks at the convenience store, and headed back to the hotel. I didn't want to make eye contact with that sleazy boss, so I rushed upstairs without looking back. "Boy! I'm going to play mahjong tonight, lock the door!" the boss's voice shouted from below. "Lock! Do it!" I yelled. But, which floor and which room should I start my ghost-shooting adventure tonight? I thought about it, and I still felt that the room I slept in at the beginning was a little more normal, after all, it was just a kid who jumped off the building.I stayed inside, turned on the TV, and charged the digital camera.

The channels on the TV were all normal, no weird pantomime. Until the sky was getting dark, the street lights outside the window slowly turned on. I repeatedly pressed the program channel on the TV with my fingers, and sure enough, in addition to the powerless wireless station, the fat black woman who silently burned charcoal appeared on the wonderful channel. So, when it gets dark, the magnetic field from the spirit world will invade this hotel? I took a fully charged digital camera and looked around nervously. The charcoal-burning girl on the TV slowly raised her neck and met my eyes in front of the screen.

Her eyes are so dark. "...Don't keep looking at me, can you?" I picked up the camera and took pictures of the TV screen tremblingly. After pressing the shutter, I looked back at the photos on the camera. It was filmed, and there was no supernatural phenomenon that was obviously filmed but could not be displayed.However, photos of this level seem to be just remakes of ghost movies on TV, there is no particularly scary feeling... "Damn, to get a photo that can be exchanged for money, you need a more intense picture." I sighed. I really want to take pictures of ghosts, but I am afraid of encountering ghosts. I really want to stay in the room all night and not go out, but there is no way to cut off the picture of the charcoal-burning girl on TV. She has been staring at me. If It is definitely impossible to live in peace and stability just huddled in the room.

I seem to have overestimated my desire to make money. Last night I managed to last until dawn by convincing myself that everything was normal.Now, I'm terrified. I took a deep breath and thought of my dad. Reminds me of that vat of unknown liquid with my dad's clothes floating in it. Suddenly, a voice sounded in my heart again: "No matter how miserable it is, it is not as miserable as my father!" That's right, I can do it! It is impossible for a normal person to live here and run into ghosts knowing that there are ghosts in order to save more than a thousand dollars.But I can, I can stay here for the money, I'm just too strong at the end of the day.

The moment my butt left the bed and was about to open the door, a little ghost slipped in from the door. "Hey!" I watched him jump into bed, just like last night. The kid jumped and jumped...and at some point, the window opened inexplicably? It's truly a supernatural phenomenon! "Is it okay to jump off the building later?" I hurriedly called to stop the kid, picked up the camera and took pictures of him. "Why?" The kid continued to jump, jump, and jump vigorously. "Look this way! Look this way, my dear!" I pressed the shutter, turned the flash on and off, and tried again.

After the filming was over, the kid continued to dance and compared YA. I took a quick look at the results of the shoot.Tsk tsk, even though they were all filmed, it wasn't scary at all. At best, it was just a little boy of elementary school age jumping around on the bed! That's not okay. "Hey, are you a ghost?" I sincerely communicated with the kid. "...The time is almost up, I'm going to jump off the building." The kid looked out the window, jumping harder and harder. "I know, but can you look at the camera when you are jumping, and try to jump in slow motion if possible, I'm afraid I can't press fast enough, thank you." I picked up the camera and adjusted the mode.

The little ghost seemed to be stunned for a moment, but he was still polite. After making a YA gesture to me, he turned his face to the camera, and jumped out of the window with a somewhat clumsy backflip. I press the burst shutter, and then quickly look at the results on the camera LCD. Dig game!I just took a total of 12 consecutive photos, and sure enough, I captured the complete continuous movement of the little ghost flipping out of the window, and the last photo with only two feet flying on the edge of the window is even more classic among the classics. I stuck my head out the window and shouted to the deserted street below, "Thanks!"

Now I'm full of energy. It's just a ghost, at most I will die like you, can you dissolve me? So I opened the door and walked to the opposite room. Before I entered, I smelled a strong and foul smell of charcoal. Knocking hard on the door, I pretended to open it easily and walked in. Of course, the fat charcoal-burning woman didn't do anything else, she was still burning charcoal desperately, her whole body was smeared with black paint, which was very scary. Very scary is how I felt when I was there, but what about being photographed? It's just a dark-skinned woman burning charcoal to keep warm. The picture lacks horror elements.

"Excuse me, may I ask you..." I scratched my head in embarrassment. "..." The fat woman stared at me with resentment in her eyes. It's useless to stare at me, I still have to finish my sentence: "Can you float, please?" The fat black woman was obviously a little surprised and couldn't react for a while. I gesticulated and explained carefully: "That is to say, is there a way for you to float in mid-air with your whole body? You are a ghost, so such a trivial matter should be possible, right?" The fat black woman was silent for a while, and really slowly floated up. "As expected of a ghost!" I immediately picked up the camera and took a quick picture, and asked with a deep sense of taste: "Then is there a way to make a more terrifying expression? I remember you were full of horror when you glared at me just now, can you be more fierce? Yes... yes yes Yes! That’s the expression! Okay! Don’t move, just don’t move!” After taking about 20 super scary photos, I sincerely bowed to the fat black woman a few times, and then I left, and went to other super unique haunted suites to collect materials. Ghosts are also changed by people. There are all kinds of people, and ghosts are all-encompassing.Not every ghost is as taciturn as the fat black woman. The woman on the fourth floor who cut her wrists and committed suicide has a lot of words. I wanted to leave after taking a series of floating photos of women who cut their wrists and committed suicide, but the door of the room could not be opened. She insisted on chatting with me on the bed for more than an hour. Miserable life, and showed me all kinds of self-harm scars on her body. I agree that she is really miserable, so I helped her take a series of super miserable and supernatural photos. "Sister, give me the address of the man you hate the most, and I'll pick a few and send them to scare him to death." I took out my inspiration notebook. "Really? Then I will trouble you." The wrist-cutting girl happily cut off half of her face with a knife, and asked me to take another picture with the blood dripping. "Thank you so much, are you still a virgin? Would you like me to teach you some principles of life?" "No thanks, I already have a left hand." Although I was forced to chat for a long time, the wrist-cut girl is still a ghost with a good personality, but she is lonely. But the tattooed guy who shot his head off with a gun is no good. After I took the photo, he also locked the door, and then took the gun that I don't know if it can kill people, forcing me to play Russian roulette with him. "Don't play? Fuck your mother, are you looking down on me!" The tattooed man was annoyed. "Stop making trouble." I said calmly. "Fuck your mother, I told you to shoot and you shoot, bet! Just bet!" The tattooed man pulled the trigger on his temple again, and the result was another big explosion of brains: "bet! !" "Stop making trouble." I resisted the urge to take out the peace amulet and hang it on him. The stalemate lasted for a long time, and the tattooed man blasted his head off more and more times. I also took a lot of 18 ban temple explosions, but I just refused to give in. Gradually, I figured out that this tattooed man is actually a bad gambler, he just gambled until he lost everything, so he had to gamble his life with himself!Turns out you know what I know and the newspaper knows it too. But now, he didn't have any malicious intentions, it's just that he had a gambling addiction again. "Then let's bet on the second one." I took out the playing cards from my backpack. "It's time to take it out! Do it! Deal the cards!" The tattooed man suddenly became full of energy, and he almost came back to life. After I dealt the cards, both of them hadn't played the first three of clubs yet, and the big tattooed man fell into distress again: "No, it's just too boring to play, fuck your mother, let's gamble for money." "You lose money and I lose NT dollars, you treat me as an idiot." I sneered. And I'm a human, he's a ghost, he definitely has superpowers and can win against me, why should I bet? "Playing cards without gambling, what's the fun? No! You must gamble, what if the loser blows his head!" "..." I put down the card lightly, took out the pre-prepared snacks from my backpack and obediently. One packet of spiced flavor and one packet of coconut flavor. Just like you think, one pack per person, and you can bet on being good all night, even the big guy with tattoos can only accept it. It's actually very boring for two people to play the second child, and betting on Guaiguai was not very exciting at first, but according to the tattooed man, he hasn't bet against anyone for five years. Betting on anything is fun, and he just obsesses me. Later, we played non-stop. When the first child got tired of playing stud, he changed to stud. When he got tired of stud, he played red dots. Ill also played several times. Playing until dawn, I have won all the Wuxiang obediently of the big tattooed man. The tattooed man reluctantly put the pistol in his mouth, and let me take a picture of the brain fireworks show. "Tomorrow night... come and bet with me too." The tattooed man begged me before he slowly disappeared. "No." I said firmly, and yawned a super tired and smelly yawn. Da Zixing was slumped on the bed, and I casually checked the photos in the camera. Fortunately, even at dawn, the photos did not disappear with the disappearance of the supernatural phenomenon. The technology is really amazing, which made me feel a little better. There was no taboo, I just slept in the room of the tattooed man, and slept until the afternoon before getting up again. Sufficient sleep is to deal with more ghosts tonight.