Chapter 9: Death Simulation

Under the bed? I once again crouched down to the floor, with one hand gripping the edge of the bed and the other holding the camera, extending my entire head beneath the bed

Teletubbies died from murder: "Oh my, this is triggering my trypophobia."

Handsome men are favored by women: "Hehe, Little Teemo, it's not that we don't tell you, it's just that silence at this moment speaks louder than words, everything is understood without saying a word"

I have the intention to help you, but being in Qingcheng, I am unable to assist.

The grass does not grow, the flowers do not bloom, and the trees take on strange shapes. The surroundings are high on all sides, low in the middle, the energy is stagnant, foul air accumulates, and there is no way out! After a minute or two, Liu Bansian sent another message: "Host, quickly close the window and check if there are any grains of white rice in the corners of the room, or traces of red, white, and yellow paper that have been pasted."

"Death simulation is not something grand; it merely involves accurately recreating the scenario by combining the victim's personality, the environment of the first crime scene, the motive for the crime, and the criminal psychology." I turned the camera towards myself: "I had paid attention to this murder case; the deceased was a male, a local from Jiangcheng, unemployed, and deeply in debt due to a gambling addiction. He had a family he could not return to and had fled to a quiet inn in the suburbs to escape his creditors."

Interestingly, he had been renting a room at the Anxin Inn for half a month, during which no incidents occurred. Yet, it was precisely on this day in the middle of the month that something went wrong. What exactly happened on this day? Or rather, what special action did he take that brought about his own demise?

Is this inn truly haunted? Even though I already have an answer in my heart, I still do not wish to believe: "Without having seen it with my own eyes, mere inference cannot prove anything"

Under Qingcheng Mountain, Liu Banxian rewards the super thrilling live broadcast room with 99 ghost coins: "Wealth is an external possession; one cannot bring it into life, nor take it away in death. Why must you, the host, concern yourself with it?"

Tieling Biao Ye: "Who are you calling ignorant? Do you believe I will cut you down?"

Thank you, immortal.

I picked up the camera and walked around the room: "Hiding in one place for half a month, the television is broken, there are no entertainment options, and every day I face two old, terrifying faces..."

When the energy of the earth is abundant, the house is bright, and the inhabitants receive its energy, naturally gaining blessings; when the energy of the earth diminishes, the house must become desolate, and the inhabitants lack the nourishment of vitality, naturally leading to decline. Broadcaster, please open the window first; I want to take a look at the energy of the earth

In fact, I am well aware of my own suffering. I have a task from the underworld showcase, and if I rashly breach the contract, I may very well offend that mysterious organization, ultimately leading to my disappearance from the human realm

The inner fear was dispersed by the barrage of comments, I sat on the bed and lit a cigarette, suddenly recalling the bed covered with talisman papers, and hurriedly got up to stand aside

I followed your instructions and opened the window using my phone for illumination

Under Qingcheng Mountain, Liu Banxian said: "Little brother, you should seek your own blessings. The talismans are mostly for attracting good fortune and warding off evil, as well as for bringing wealth and ensuring peace in the home. However, if I am not mistaken, the talisman in your house is meant to suppress malevolent spirits. Now that the malevolent energy is exposed, it is evident that the talisman has lost its effectiveness. You have already brought misfortune upon yourself upon entering this house."

At this point, fearing that reason might triumph over my fear, I picked up the camera and pointed it at myself: "Dear friends, I am just as curious as you are. Is there really such a thing as ghosts in this world? Do supernatural phenomena exist? Among the many urban legends, which ones are fabricated and which ones conceal unspeakable conspiracies? There are too many unknowns waiting for us to explore, and today is merely the beginning of it all"

Is this acting? I am twelve years old this year, do not deceive me.

Under Qingcheng Mountain, Liu Banxian said: "In addition to being offered to ancestors, plain rice can also be used to appease the spirits of the deceased. The layout of this house is extremely ominous, and it is likely that more than one or two people have died here. Host, feel free to search; there must be talismans for warding off evil spirits under the bed. Do not approach them. If the number of talismans exceeds four, quickly check out and leave to ensure your safety"

Senior sister has fallen for me: "What is this sense of anticipation..."

Simulating the death of the victim themselves is a method similar to a scenario play, which greatly aids in the investigation of cases. However, the actual implementation is extremely complex and often requires detailed arrangements and the assistance of psychological experts

Don't criticize me, I am very fragile: "Damn, you scared me to death..."

I raised the camera and zoomed in; the corners of the room were spotless, with not even a spider web in sight. However, as I aimed at the double bed, I felt a twinge of unease

After taking a puff of a cigarette, the live streaming room fell silent. Following the earlier scene, the popularity has not diminished but rather increased, with over sixty viewers currently watching simultaneously.

Officer Huang from Class 2, Year 3: "Brother, call the police. I suspected there was something wrong with this case from the very beginning"

A few grains of white rice are scattered in a very inconspicuous spot on the inner side of the bed leg, damp and appearing as if soaked in cold water

There is no way to escape; one can only face challenges head-on. "I have seen so many fierce, cunning, and inhumane criminals; would I still fear a vague and elusive ghost?"

The Teletubbies died from murder: "This live stream is so deep..."

The police academy curriculum has cultivated in me a good habit of thinking; whenever reaching a conclusion, it is essential to first establish a complete chain of evidence.

I rummaged through the drawers and finally made a discovery under the pillow: a brightly colored card

Yes, this is the task they have issued, but it is also my opportunity to expose their true nature

Whether you call me a liar or an actor, today I will stay here for one night. Life and death are in the hands of fate, and I truly do not believe in the supernatural anymore. With a firm resolve, I lay down on the bed, and having made my decision, I felt much lighter.

I will restore the tenant's death process to the greatest extent possible, leading everyone to experience that suffocating death scene again! From now on, I am the tenant who died under mysterious circumstances, and I will act according to his thoughts, striving to trigger the same death result—witnessing extreme horror, and then being scared to death!

Officer Huang from Class 2, Year 3: "Please be mindful of your words and actions upstairs; this topic is too heavy for a minor."

You two are having a great time singing and harmonizing, aren't you? I see it clearly now, what Liu Banxian under Qingcheng Mountain is all about; he is simply a plant hired by the streamer. The lines are quite good, the script is acceptable, and I would give the scene and props a score of 90, which is better than some domestic low-budget special effects.

Dizzy, supporting my body with my elbows, I sit on the ground: "Half-immortal, I haven't counted, but I estimate it has exceeded four..."

Teemo Stewed Mushrooms: "Anchor, what have you found? Could it be that the card contains valuable information left by the deceased?"

The cold ground seemed to freeze my body, leaving me numb all over, as if countless insects were crawling through my veins. The scene before me was one I had never encountered before; this tingling sensation on my scalp, aside from being terrifying, is a feeling I cannot describe with any other word.

Below Qingcheng Mountain, there is Liu Banxian: "It seems that nowadays young people are willing to sacrifice everything for the sake of making money. Anyway, since we have met by fate, let me give you some advice."

Are you implying that I cannot escape from this calamity, Master?

I appreciate the reward from Tieling Biao Ye, but speaking of which, I still want to hear Liu Banxian's opinion, after all, he is a professional. I took out my phone to check the time; it was not yet twelve o'clock, and there was still some time before the early morning when the short and stout old lady advised not to go out. If it really comes to it, I can just escape and call the police

At this moment in the desolate village inn, everything is naturally simple. Although I am not a psychology expert, I do have some knowledge of basic environmental psychological characteristics and criminal psychology.

Moreover, the time of death was in the deep of night. What would a man, full of vigor and utterly bored, do? Could it be...

So I married a black fan: "Black-hearted anchor shows acting skills, deceiving ignorant fans for gifts!"

Handsome men live well, and girls love them: "Heavy, your sister! I see you are also a hired host, with such a stiff tone, be careful not to have any meal after the performance!"

Today, not only do I intend to stay here for a night, but I also plan to actively seek out ghosts! If everything is false, then it can be proven that the ghostly show is merely a group of living people disguised as monsters, harboring ulterior motives in reality

Under the bed board measuring 2 meters in length and 1.5 meters in width, it is densely covered with talismans featuring yellow backgrounds and red characters

Teemo Stewed Mushrooms: "With a change in style, I suddenly feel that the streamer is quite impressive"

The popularity in the live broadcast room has risen to thirty-seven, and this number continues to increase.

Officer Huang from Class 2, Year 3: "I have long suspected that the host is an industry insider; it is time to showcase true skills"

Tieling Biao Ye rewarded the super thrilling live broadcast room with 99 ghost coins: "Bright and clear, this sounds good, reward!"