Chapter 5, 7:51

In fact, I knew what the boss was thinking, so I quickly told the shop owner that we didn't want that, and that he might have misunderstood, as this guy is my colleague. After saying this, I pointed at Hu Zongren. The shop owner blinked and, with an understanding expression, said to me, "It's nothing; in fact, we encounter a few customers like you every month."

In fact, the only method I can think of is this one, because the elevator is enclosed while in operation, and neither Hu Zongren nor I can directly access the top of the elevator from above. Therefore, the most straightforward approach is to capture that ghost within the elevator cabin. Even if we cannot capture it, we must at least temporarily restrain it.

I was completely stunned at that moment, staring at him with wide eyes, unsure of what he was about to do. Could it be that he wanted to dress up my chest as well? I was absolutely resolute against that! The shop owner, Hu Zongren, was taken aback by the question, then glanced at Hu Zongren and then at me, while I was trying to put a wig on my head. It seemed that the shop owner understood something, his eyes narrowed, and he suddenly smiled subtly while raising his head. He said to Hu Zongren, "We don't have a bra, but we do have those wire bustiers for swan skirts. They look quite large when worn inside. Would you two like to try a pair?"

In close proximity to these equipment sales stores, there are also numerous shops renting and selling stage props, costumes, and various types of wigs. This is because, in addition to the children's hospital, there is also a youth palace nearby

Sister Zhang quickly made the arrangements, and she even printed a notice to post at the elevator entrance of the underground parking lot and on the notice board of the LG floor. Thus, Hu Zongren and I temporarily placed some other items in Sister Zhang's office, each carrying some necessary items, such as the compass red string, while Hu Zongren brought his ink pad box and a stack of yellow talisman paper. We then made our way to the elevator entrance on the underground level. When the old man at the toll booth saw us, he was first taken aback, and then, as if calculating whether we were male or female, we had already quickly slipped into the elevator.

Seeing that the explanation was futile, I became too lazy to explain further. I was a bit angry at the time, so I lifted my leg and kicked Hu Zongren in the rear, loudly telling him not to buy that nonsense and to hurry up and leave. At that moment, Hu Zongren seemed to understand something, so he turned around and left. It wasn't until we had walked quite a distance that a hearty burst of laughter suddenly came from behind us

Hu Zongren let out a sound, and then the two of us did not speak for a long time. After a while, he suddenly asked me, "Are you still going to buy that bra?" I replied, "If you dare to buy it today, I will sever ties with you."

Sister Zhang nodded in agreement. Then, Hu Zongren said to Sister Zhang, "When the time comes, my companions and I will enter the elevator, and you should be able to see us in the monitoring room. Regardless of the outcome, please ensure that the footage is saved. If we are unable to resolve the issue in one go, these routes will still be of great assistance." After saying this, Hu Zongren revealed a lewd smile and said to Sister Zhang, "Sister, could you please step outside for a moment? We need to change our clothes."

However, at this moment, there was another dilemma. So I asked Hu Zongren, what if both of us were caught at the same time? Hu Zongren pouted, then shrugged his shoulders and said that we should hope such a situation does not occur.

This is actually not the first time I have worn women's clothing, but that was when I was very young, so it doesn't really count. However, this is indeed the first time since I grew up. As I was changing clothes, I was cursing at Hu Zongren, saying that since I met him, I have done many ridiculous things that I had never even thought of before. He asked me if this was the first time I had dressed like this. I replied, "Isn't it?" He looked at me seriously and said, "Just hang in there, it's the first time, it can be a bit painful." So, as I continued to change clothes, I was still cursing at Hu Zongren, reiterating that since I met him, I have done many ridiculous things that I had never even thought of before. He asked me again if this was the first time I had dressed like this. I said, "Isn't it?" He looked at me seriously and said, "Just hang in there, it's the first time, it can be a bit painful."

It is worth mentioning that both of us are wearing jeans on our lower bodies

So Hu Zongren and I walked all the way to the corner before we began to slow down. He foolishly asked me if the shop owner had mistaken us for homosexuals. I replied that he had not. He then asked why the shop owner spoke in such a strange manner. I explained that the shop owner did not take us for homosexuals, but rather for homosexuals with peculiar preferences who enjoy engaging in unusual games.

To be precise, had I not known Hu Zongren, I fear I would not have done this to this day

Before I had the chance to channel my energy and give him a slap on the face, he suddenly said, "Look, the time is almost up. Do you have any cigarettes on you? Let's smoke a cigarette. Once Sister Zhang has everything arranged, we can get to work." So, I stood outside in women's clothing, smoking a cigarette. The cars passing by couldn't help but slam on their brakes as they drove past us. I thought it had nothing to do with me, but rather because Hu Zongren's physique was too incompatible with the elegance of this small-sized women's outfit. Thus, I stood outside in women's clothing, smoking a cigarette, and the cars passing by couldn't help but slam on their brakes as they drove past us. I thought it had nothing to do with me, but rather because Hu Zongren's physique was too incompatible with the elegance of this small-sized women's outfit.

Once ready, Hu Zongren skipped the basement level and the LG level, directly starting from the 2nd floor and pressing the button all the way to the 22nd floor. Both Hu Zongren and I stood in the center of the elevator, which meant that directly above our heads was the spot where the ghostly hand that grabbed hair reached out, the location of the ventilation shaft. We stood there silently, feeling a sense of relief with each floor we passed, only to become increasingly tense immediately afterward. This was because we knew that the remaining floors were dwindling, and within these diminishing floors, there would be a moment when hair would be pulled.

Although I was somewhat reluctant to accept it, I quickly understood why he spoke so casually. Based on the video information currently available, the ghost in the elevator only strikes during specific time periods, and its victims are all young women with long hair

Unless she was a young woman with long, straight hair in her lifetime

It is evident that the shop owner is sharing this matter with someone

When we returned to Yuanjiagang, it was still quite early, so Hu Zongren and I casually found a place to eat something. While eating, he spoke, being relatively tall. Later, when we changed into a disguise in the elevator, if we truly went unnoticed as fake women, we would always be caught by the hair. I nodded, for at this moment, it seemed almost a fact that the elevator was haunted; however, neither Hu Zongren nor I had yet detected any signs of ghostly activity in the elevator. Perhaps our knowledge was still superficial, and the inability to find something does not mean it does not exist. Hu Zongren continued, before the time came, we should first enter the elevator and do some preparations. I would print symbols on all sides except the top, and you should tie your rope to that row of vents, setting a trap. If a hand really reaches in, whoever among us is still able to move should use the rope to secure it. You should tie your rope to that row of vents, setting a trap. If a hand really reaches in, whoever among us is still able to move should use the rope to secure it.

I smiled helplessly and said, it seems that this thing is not so easy to handle this time! However, Hu Zongren looked up at the ventilation duct and then said to me, take a look at what this is. Following his gaze, I looked up at the ventilation duct, and to my surprise, some hair was hanging down, dry and yellowish, not much of it, swaying gently in the breeze that flowed in from the corridor.

I glanced at the clock; it was 7:51 PM

It became relatively easier for me; I only needed Hu Zongren to support me while I wrapped the rope around the perimeter of the ventilation hole, leaving a slipknot. One end of the rope was extended for me to hold in my hand, so that if a hand were to reach out, and if I were the fortunate one who had not been caught, I would be able to quickly pull the rope and bind that ghostly hand.

When the elevator was between the 8th and 9th floors, it experienced a slight shaking, accompanied by the creaking sound of the steel cables. Under normal circumstances, Hu Zongren and I would likely not have paid any attention to it, but at this moment, we were tense about any minor irregularities. When the elevator reached the 9th floor, the doors opened, revealing a dirty wall and a fire hydrant, just like the previous floors. The doors then closed again, and we continued towards the 10th floor. About five seconds before reaching the 10th floor, the compass in my right hand suddenly began to spin. The needle was excessively disturbed by external forces, and instead of following the rules of rotation, it began to thump against the cover and the base. This conveyed a rather dangerous message to me, as it indicated that something was happening nearby or right around us, and the force was not insignificant. This conveyed a rather dangerous message to me, as it indicated that something was happening nearby or right around us, and the force was not insignificant.

This is precisely the point I found difficult to understand at the time. If it is specifically targeting young women, then perhaps it is the act of a pervert or a deviant. However, the elderly later heard the cries of women, and the reason for their tears must be due to feelings of grievance or resentment. Yet, why would a woman harbor such resentment to the extent of harming other women of the same kind?

Both Hu Zongren and I are in our thirties, but perhaps due to our personalities, we do not experience anxiety very often. As a result, we do not appear to be in our thirties; we might look a few years younger than our actual age. We entered a store that seemed to have a variety of styles. After browsing for a while, Hu Zongren finally chose two oversized women's blazers and two long black wigs.

After the elevator doors closed, Hu Zongren raised his chin towards me, as if to ask if I was ready. I nodded, and then he began to use the index and middle fingers of his right hand to draw five thunder symbols on the inner sides of the elevator, specifically on the top surface. He did not actually dip his fingers in ink but merely pretended to apply it, sketching the symbols. The power of such symbols is quite significant; for ordinary wandering spirits, a few encounters would be enough to eliminate them. This is also a primary reason why I am not fond of Hu Zongren's methods; he tends to be overly rigid and forceful, often jumping directly from the cause to the conclusion while neglecting the process, which is extremely important to me.

The elevator fell into a profound silence, and both Hu Zongren and I were stunned, allowing the elevator to ascend floor by floor, yet we could not comprehend what had just occurred. I looked down at the rope that lay severed on the ground; the break did not feel as if it had been burned or cut, but rather as if it had been violently torn apart. This indicated that not only had I failed to grasp it, but I had also allowed it to break free, and in its anger, it had torn apart the bindings that held it. I stood up to look at Hu Zongren, who was also carefully observing the walls around us. The place where he had initially drawn the thunder symbol had not actually been marked, yet at that moment, a mist-like substance began to form along the trajectory of the symbol he had drawn.

At that moment, I felt a chill on my head, as something was grabbing my wig and pulling it away from my scalp. I quickly crouched down, using the inertia of my crouch to pull on the pre-tied rope. In that instant, both wigs fell to the elevator floor simultaneously, and I felt a strong tug on the red rope in my hand. Immediately, I heard a strange sound in my ears, reminiscent of a woman walking down the street, surprised by water splashed on her from a speeding car. Using the inertia of my crouch to pull on the pre-tied rope, both wigs fell to the elevator floor at the same moment, and I felt a strong tug on the red rope in my hand. Then, I heard a peculiar sound in my ears, similar to a woman walking down the street, startled by water splashed on her by a passing car. "Ah..." However, this sound seemed weak and calm, with an echoing quality, yet it was fleeting. Soon, the tugging sensation in my hand also disappeared, as if two people were engaged in a tug-of-war, and suddenly one of them let go. The red rope fell to the ground, but it had already snapped into two pieces.

After dawdling until 5 PM, Hu Zongren took me back to the property management office. Sister Zhang was waiting for us there as promised. Hu Zongren told Sister Zhang that although it was the weekend, many people were either out enjoying themselves or gradually returning home at this time. If we wanted to proceed smoothly, we had to stop the haunted elevator and prevent others from using it, hoping that Sister Zhang could have the electrician come to handle it a bit. Sister Zhang noticed the bag I was carrying, which contained a wig, with strands of hair spilling out, making it look as if I was carrying a dead head. Initially, Sister Zhang was a bit surprised, but she did not ask me about it. Hu Zongren told Sister Zhang that we needed to block the elevator entrance with a construction sign and have the elevator display show "Out of Service." Since it was impractical to place a construction sign on every floor, we had to rely on everyone to refrain from pressing that elevator button, which was probably the only method available.

He asked the shop owner if the wigs could be rented. The owner replied that clothes could be rented, but wigs could not. Thus, I could only bewilderedly purchase these two wigs and pay the rental fee for the clothes. Just as I was about to leave, Hu Zongren suddenly asked the shop owner if they had any larger-sized bras available.

To be honest, I have done quite a few strange things in my life, some of which are even close to being perverse. However, I have truly never dressed as a woman

Hu Zongren and I quickly took a taxi to the vicinity of Pipa Mountain Park. This road is one of the main thoroughfares into and out of Yuzhong District. Long ago, the elderly would take this road to reach the "Upper City" of Chongqing, while another road led to the "Lower City." Although much time has passed, this road has remained largely unchanged, except for a slight widening in the 1990s. The surrounding area still retains its old appearance. Most of the shops are located right on the street, as the cliffs loom behind them. Many of these shops specialize in hearing aids, due to the presence of a pediatric hospital in the western region known for its strength and technology. Many children with congenital hearing loss regularly come to the rehabilitation center here for check-ups. Naturally, this has boosted the sales of various hearing aid brands in the area.