MM Racing Chapter 5: The Voice Behind Me
Chapter 5: The Voice Behind Me
4:04.
Following the game rules, Zhang Ze turned off all the lights, closed his eyes facing the wall, and began to silently count the numbers in his mind.
The surroundings suddenly became very dark, so dark you couldn't see your hand in front of your face. At four o'clock in the morning, even on the streets of the western suburbs, there were very few cars passing by, and the air was quiet and stuffy.
As Zhang Ze's movements slowed, a chill gradually crept up his spine from the soles of his feet.
"one."
"two."
"three……"
As the numbers continue to grow.
Zhang Ze clearly sensed a voice inside the hotel that didn't belong to him.
Humans are actually very perceptive of their environment.
Haunted houses, escape rooms, or horror-themed murder mystery games all create a sense of terror through the environment, and the human brain automatically processes external information.
If information that is illogical or unreasonable appears.
For example, an unrealistic person, or something that resembles a "person".
Both will trigger a fear response in the brain.
Zhang Ze kept counting while trying to calm himself down.
Since his transmigration, he has not yet truly encountered any ghosts.
This is very likely the first time I've ever seen a ghost.
Even though he was mentally prepared, when Zhang Ze silently counted to seven, he suddenly heard a sound of water dripping to the ground coming from the direction of the bathroom behind him.
It's not just a drop of water.
"Rustling..."
"Rustling..."
The sound of dripping water came one after another, blending together.
Zhang Ze was stunned for a moment.
"Is it raining?"
"The weather forecast said that it would be cloudy and rainy in the western suburbs these past few nights. Am I just overthinking it?"
Zhang Ze really wanted to turn his head away.
Look out the window to see if it's really raining outside.
But reason restrained him, preventing him from acting rashly. Until the game was over, he had to maintain this posture of facing the wall in contemplation and could not easily change it.
"Rustling..."
The familiar sound of dripping water.
But it's getting closer.
Zhang Ze was still silently repeating it in his mind.
"seven."
"eight."
"Nine……"
He tried to ignore the sound of the dripping water.
But no matter how he tried to clear his mind, the sound of dripping water did not disappear; instead, it got closer and closer, and became clearer and clearer.
It was a sticky sound of footsteps, as if something was crawling through water and mud, emerging from the bathroom behind Zhang Ze and slowly approaching him.
Every little bit closer.
Zhang Ze's heart skipped a beat.
He's certain now.
This is definitely not the sound of rain.
Rather, something actually appeared, perhaps from the sewer, perhaps from the floor drain, perhaps from the shower head, or anywhere else.
Even the sound of dripping water might not actually be water.
But...
Zhang Ze's lips twitched slightly.
"ten."
Read up to ten.
Theoretically speaking, the game is over.
But the sound of the water droplets did not disappear; instead, it continued to approach Zhang Ze.
Zhang Ze panicked.
"Holy crap?"
"The system didn't say how to end this!!"
He reacted.
[Please start your live stream at 4:04 AM. Turn off all the lights in your room, face any wall, and silently count to ten. If you hear any sound that doesn't belong to you when you reach ten, it means you've succeeded; otherwise, you've failed.]
He has now counted to ten.
I also heard a wet sound behind me.
The game was a success.
In other words, he successfully invited the ghost in.
and then?
The system didn't tell him what to do next!
"Oh no, it's all over. It's easy to invite a Buddha, but hard to send him away."
"How do you summon a spirit using a Ouija board and then send it away?"
A bead of cold sweat trickled down Zhang Ze's forehead.
My brain is racing, trying to find some way to fix it.
The sound of the water droplets was very close. From a distance of more than ten meters at the beginning, it was less than two meters away from him. He could almost clearly hear the sound of each drop of water falling to the ground.
These are not ordinary water droplets.
The water droplet was very viscous, like a liquid made from maltose or something else, and it made a "rustling" sound as it dragged across the carpet.
at the same time.
I don't know when it started.
A strange, foul odor began to fill the air, like something was moldy, mixed with the smell of rust.
Calling the hotel room now is obviously pointless.
Zhang Ze had already counted to ten.
This thing isn't planning to leave; it's definitely got its eye on Zhang Ze.
Zhang Ze took a deep breath.
With his eyes still closed, he reached for the light switch on the wall, following his memory of its location.
No matter what.
First, turn on the light.
He can react to whatever he sees when he opens his eyes.
"Da da..."
The walls were completely empty.
Zhang Ze broke out in a cold sweat even more.
He clearly remembered that the light switch was right there.
After starting the live stream, he specifically memorized the location of the light switch, as well as the locations of the bed, bathroom, and other similar places, just to deal with the current situation.
But what he didn't expect was...
He was certain he had only taken two steps.
The light switch couldn't possibly be far from him, but he searched the entire wall and still couldn't find it.
The wall was built sometime ago.
It has become somewhat damp.
Like the walls of a bathroom.
Did he go to the bathroom with his eyes closed?
This hotel room is at most forty or fifty square meters. How could he get lost in a place like this?
"Found it!"
Zhang Ze suddenly felt a hard lump.
Press it down suddenly.
The next second, Zhang Ze opened his eyes.
Contrary to his expectations of a brightly lit room, the room was still pitch black, and Zhang Ze was right in front of the bed with no wall or light switch in front of him.
It was still pitch black.
A faint moonlight shone in through the window.
There was nothing in the room except for Zhang Ze.
Zhang Ze quickly turned on the light.
The lights instantly illuminated every corner of the room.
Zhang Ze immediately noticed that the bathroom door had been opened at some point, pushed open from the inside, and a water stain extended from the water pipe connection into the bedroom.
Finally, we arrived at the wall.
There were drag marks on the ground.
Zhang Ze even noticed some long hairs that didn't belong to him, as he didn't have the habit of keeping long hair.
The strange smell disappeared the moment Zhang Ze opened his eyes.
"What the hell?"
Zhang Ze was completely baffled.
My gaze shifted to the phone on the bedside table.
"Oh right, it's still live!"
Zhang Ze quickly accessed the backend system.
The first thing you see is a barrage of comments.
"Holy crap, can this really be acted out??"
"Holy crap, this thing is even scarier than that haunted house owner's!"
"Help! I can't stand it anymore! I've called the police! I recognize this hotel, the Heping Hotel in the western suburbs of Hanjiang City! Officers, please come and rescue my bag!!"
Strangely, Zhang Ze saw that every comment was from half an hour ago, with the newest one being ten minutes ago.
After that, Zhang Ze's live streams were banned.
"Dude, what happened?"
Zhang Ze didn't know if the comments saying he'd called the police were true, but judging from the reactions, the intensity was a bit exaggerated.
Let's replay the live stream footage.