Even with President Bai's considerable composure, his face turned green the moment he heard what
If you think there's something wrong with my haunted house, then come inside and experience it yourself. Only with firsthand experience do you have the right to pass judgment.
President Bai naturally wouldn't agree to
"I still have some matters to handle later. I'll definitely come have a good experience when the opportunity arises." President Bai forced an awkward smile. After refusing
"That's really a pity. When you want to come next time, remember to give me a heads-up in advance. I'll arrange a VIP experience for you."
"Let's not talk about this for now." President Bai sensed that if the conversation continued, the situation would only become more unfavorable. He pulled out his phone and made a call: "Xiao Shuang, bring Li Changyin up here. Don't be afraid—
A few minutes later, footsteps sounded outside the door. A pair of twin brothers helped Li Changyin into
"This fellow looks familiar—seems like he visited my haunted house."
Li Changyin didn't dare look at
"Changyin, tell
Everyone in the room turned to look at Li Changyin. His expression was panicked, and his body still trembled involuntarily at the memory of what had happened that day.
Raising his head, Li Changyin stole a glance at
"It's him!"
After blurting out those three cryptic words, Li Changyin's lips turned purple and he gasped for air. "Ghosts! There are ghosts in that haunted house!"
"Are you here to run some kind of scam? Isn't having ghosts in a haunted house perfectly normal?"
"They're real ghosts! His haunted house is really haunted! Those ghosts are real! No living person could possibly pull off that kind of performance!" Li Changyin's thoughts gradually became clearer and his speech more fluent.
"Just because you at Nightmare Academy can't create that kind of feeling doesn't mean no one else can."
"No! I'm certain those things aren't human! This absolutely cannot be an effect that humans are capable of producing!" Li Changyin's eyes reddened.
"I understand. As a professional haunted house actor, you went to another haunted house to cause trouble, only to end up scared unconscious yourself—losing both face and dignity. So now you've come up with this idea to escape reality."
"I've been a haunted house actor for five years. I know more about haunted houses than you ever could. I understand the ceiling of this industry—"
Li Changyin wanted to say more, but
"Don't be in such a hurry to leave,
He walked toward Li Changyin. His pupils contracted, and with every step forward, Li Changyin shrank back until he was pressed flat against the sofa.
"You're that afraid of me? Do you think I'm a ghost too?" After surviving so many trial missions on the Black Phone,
"I can't be certain about the other actors, because my memory is a bit hazy. But there's a middle-aged man in the restaurant—I remember him very clearly! He is definitely not human!" Li Changyin gritted his teeth. "Do you dare bring him here and let me confront him face to face?"
"A middle-aged man in the restaurant?"
But the key question was—why would Li Changyin be so certain that Zhang Jingjiu was a ghost? As a newcomer, Zhang Jingjiu would sometimes even scare himself. How had he managed to make Li Changyin mistake him for a real ghost?
"Is this some kind of conspiracy?"
"Scared now, aren't you? There's no such person in your haunted house, is there!" Li Changyin's eyes were bloodshot. His brain had developed differently from the average person from a young age, and his way of thinking was rather extreme. "Don't even think about finding some random person to stand in—I have photos of him!"
With trembling hands, Li Changyin pulled his phone from his pocket and opened the photo gallery. There were several pictures of Zhang Jingjiu inside.
All of these photos had been secretly taken by Li Changyin while he was disguised as a pregnant woman, before he made contact with Zhang Jingjiu.
"Why aren't you speaking? What are you hesitating for? The photos are perfectly clear—bring this person here right now!" Li Changyin felt he had come thoroughly prepared. He was grateful to himself for the foresight to take photos in advance. The only regret was that he had only managed to photograph Zhang Jingjiu—after that, he had fled in a panic, with no time to take any more.
"You've also worked in a haunted house for five years. You should know that taking photos inside a haunted house is extremely improper. I'll be keeping these photos. In a few days, I'll personally pay Nightmare Academy a visit to demand an explanation." Upon seeing the photos,
"Don't try to stall for time!" Li Changyin's voice was loud. He insisted on his position.
"Wait here."
"Bring the makeup remover—we're going to meet an old friend." On the way,
When
"This is the actor from the photos. His name is Zhang Jingjiu."
Everyone turned to look at Zhang Jingjiu. His face was made up by
"I'm sorry I scared you that day. I didn't expect you to be so timid. I sincerely apologize." Zhang Jingjiu walked toward Li Changyin, but Li Changyin let out a scream and leaped to his feet.
"No! He's a ghost! He really is a ghost!"
"Pay him no mind."
"Sure." Zhang Jingjiu removed his makeup in front of everyone. Once he took off his outer jacket, he looked like an entirely different person.
There was nothing scary about him at all. He looked just like the average office worker you'd see on the subway.
"Your haunted house ghosts even take off their makeup?" Zhang Jingjiu placed the makeup remover in front of the three Nightmare Academy employees.
Facts spoke louder than words. The twins hurried to their feet and apologized: "We're sorry. The makeup effects at your haunted house really are impressive. We were being rash. Our apologies."
"No need to apologize. I'll also be visiting your haunted house for some research in the future."
The Nightmare Academy employees could tell that
After they finished apologizing, they slunk away in embarrassment.
President Bai remained in
"Xiao Chen, that'll be all for you. You can head back first."
"All right."
On the way back,
"Jingjiu? If something's on your mind, just say it. We've been through life and death together—is there anything you can't tell me?"
"Am I causing trouble for you again? I feel like I'm completely useless—I can't even scare the visitors properly, I drag down our haunted house's average performance, and now I've brought trouble to the whole place." Zhang Jingjiu's voice carried a bitter edge. "Ever since I was young, I've been a burden on my family. Because of my mother's situation, I took all my resentment out on my father, blaming him for everything. I ran away from all my responsibilities. Looking back now, I realize what a terrible person I've been."
"I've seen you studying acting in the haunted house these past few days, but I've always felt you're holding yourself back. The impression I get is that you've locked yourself inside a little cage." Standing in the office building,
"Thank you."
"No need for thanks. I have very few employees, and I consider each and every one of them family."
"The Spirit Channeling Ghost School mission closes in two days. Whether or not
"I'll go take a look. Hopefully, I can still come back."
His gaze swept to the corner of the desk, where a photo sat—his parents and himself together.
In that family portrait, his parents stood in the center. His mother seemed to be cradling something, and his father was pointing happily at the haunted house behind them.
His pupils contracted.