The comment area below was very lively:
[The sixth death note is suspected to have come out. Did the prophet not see the cause of death this time? Or has the prophecy method been updated?]
[What does “cause of death pending” mean? Could there be any changes?]
[This is not the style of the prophet. Another fool pretending to be a prophet! Don’t give him the eye.]
Soon, netizens basically confirmed that this prophecy was posted by an imposter, and the popularity of the post dropped.
But Hai Ming didn’t think so.
As soon as he saw the content of this post, he had a strong feeling in his heart, and he knew that this prophecy was true.
And the phrase “cause of death pending” was understood by him as a guide given to him by “God”, pointing out the way to survive.
He had hope of survival. As long as he survived today and never opened the bedroom door, he could avoid He Zhaosheng’s murder.
If it didn’t work, he could call the police.
Thinking of this, Hai Ming’s fear was eliminated a lot.
When he thought that He Zhaosheng’s ghost had not left and was still in the world, he couldn’t help searching for things that happened half a year ago, and looking back at the millions of insults under He Zhaosheng’s account, the more he read, the more comfortable he felt.
No matter how talented he was, a poor boy was not worthy of the Painting Award, and no one would believe his words.
As for those who died and were killed by He Zhaosheng in revenge, Hai Ming had no sympathy except for worrying about his life safety but secretly rejoiced.
He felt that He Zhaosheng killed those people and helped him silence all the insiders.
Just as Hai Ming stared with bloodshot eyes and kept refreshing the page on his mobile phone, he vaguely heard the sound outside the room.
Someone was coming.
Father Hai said: “Oh, you’re here, come and sit down. I will pour you a glass of water, I’m really sorry that I forgot that you were going to come today!”
“It’s ok, uncle. I just heard that my cousin won a big prize, so I came to congratulate him and check on your health. Where is my cousin?”
Father Hai replied: “He’s taking a nap in the room. I’ll call him right away.”
Hai Ming never thought that a distant relative would come, and come so quickly!
Could it be that the ghost of He Zhaosheng has come?!
He panicked.
Father Hai knocked on the bedroom door: “A’ming, come out quickly, your uncle’s son is here!”
What should I do? Just close the door and don’t go out?
Since the other party was already a ghost in disguise, would he break in directly? Is it safe to stay in the room?!
Hai Ming couldn’t guarantee it, so he decided to call a friend and ask him to come over immediately, and then call the police.
But when he turned on his mobile phone to make a call, he suddenly found that his mobile phone had no signal, not even a single signal grid!
Neither phone calls, text messages, nor the Internet could be used, and no one could be contacted.
Only then did Hai Ming suddenly realize that the temperature in the room was so cold and very dark, just like the evening after the sun went down.
He thought again that when he picked up the phone, he touched a hand of cold water, which was abnormal!
The pain in his coccyx had disappeared, so now, even Hai Ming could not tell whether the pain just now was real or fake.
Now he was completely panicked.
Because Hai Ming found that he had no way to prove whether he was in a dream or in real life.
Was it his father, He Zhaosheng’s ghost, or his precognitive dream who was knocking on the door outside……
Hai Ming, who was completely panicked and confused, felt the temperature in the room, and the sense of being stared at by something, and was completely confused and panicked.
The bedroom door was still knocking “bang bang bang”, and his heart was beating wildly.
At this time, Hai Ming, who was holding the phone with shaking hands, felt the screen light flickering. He looked down and was frightened by the picture on the screen. His pupils trembled, and he screamed and threw the phone out.
On the screen, there was a young man with a blue and purple face and bloodshot eyes, staring at Hai Ming on the other side of the screen viciously.
It was He Zhaosheng!
The screen of the phone that fell to the ground was cracked.
Hai Ming rolled and crawled away from the phone. He began to get confused.
Has he woke up?
Is he still in a nightmare when he thought he was awake?
Hai Ming pinched his finger with his fingernails, but because his finger was numb from the cold phone case, the pain was not obvious.
Now his confused mind completely believed that he was still in a dream.
The ghost outside the door.
It was He Zhaosheng pretending to be him.
As long as he drove it away, he would wake up.
Hai Ming’s legs were weak, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat. He held the knife and approached the door. He was preparing himself mentally, encouraging himself to open the door and drive away the ghost.
With a “click”, the lock of the door turned.
Father Hai panicked after not getting a response from the outside. He thought his son had an accident in the house, so he quickly found the key and prepared to open the door to see.
But this move was the last straw that broke Hai Ming’s tight and fearful heartstrings.
He didn’t expect the door to be opened at all. Intense panic and “death threats” made Hai Ming scream and raise the knife. He regarded the father who opened the door outside as a “ghost” in the nightmare and swung the knife directly.
“Go to hell! He Zhaosheng, go to hell!”
Father Hai never thought that as soon as he opened his son’s door, he would be greeted by a random knife hacking. His neck was directly hacked several times, and blood splattered.
The young relatives on the side were frightened and stunned.
“Uncle Hai, Cousin Hai Ming? What are you doing…”
Before he finished speaking, Hai Ming, with red eyes and blood all over his face, moved his crazy eyes to him, raised his knife, and rushed forward again.
After the two wrestled for a while, the house was in a mess, bloody and muddy.
*
Two bodies were lying on the ground, both with faces full of doubt, frozen in confusion and pain about death.
Hai Ming, who was sitting on the ground with blood all over his face, fell to the ground and laughed twice: “Dead…”
“Whoever is pestering me, whether it is a human or a ghost…die!”
He sat quietly for a while, his collapsed emotions calmed down a little, and gradually realized that the house was silent and very strange.
It stands to reason that he had already defeated He Zhaosheng in the ‘dream’, and now it’s time to get out of this dream.
But several minutes passed, and the ‘dream’ didn’t change at all.
The living room was filled with the scent of blood. The bodies of his father and another person were lying on the ground and staring at him.
He also had scars from the fight with his young relative. The pain slowly spread and stimulated his nerves.
Hai Ming, who was sure that he was “dreaming”, had a bad feeling in his heart.
At this moment, the door on the first floor was knocked again.
“Hai Ming, open the door. We are police officers from the Fengcheng Police Station. We are here to ask you about some problems…”
Hai Ming, who couldn’t tell whether he was dreaming or reality, and couldn’t tell whether the person outside the door was a ghost, had a mental breakdown.
He didn’t dare to look at the miserable scene on the ground, nor could he accept that he seemed to have killed his father with his own hands.
So he must be dreaming now.
“Wake up, wake up quickly!” Hai Ming slapped himself hard twice: “This is a dream… This is a dream!”
He stumbled to his feet and walked towards the living room window.
The police station officer outside the door was ready to knock again, but Gu Zhisang, who smelled a faint smell of blood, frowned:
“Stop knocking, give me some space.”
She gathered her strength, raised her foot, and kicked the door with a “bang”, breaking the villa’s security door violently.
When the people outside the door rushed into the room, they saw the blood all over the floor and the back of Hai Ming who jumped out of the living room window while shouting “This is a dream”.
When the police rushed to the two people lying on the ground to try to rescue them and went downstairs to look for Hai Ming, Gu Zhisang pursed her lips and walked to the wide-open bedroom door, entered the door, and picked up the mobile phone inside.
The cracked screen was still on, and it was gloomy.
The spiritual team member walked up to her: “Master Gu, the two people outside are dead.”
“That He Zhaosheng…?”
“He ran away.” Gu Zhisang frowned and said: “It’s very smart and learns quickly.”
Just like how he was being played to death by Hai Ming when he was alive, He Zhaosheng, who became a fierce ghost after death, couldn’t accept it.
It was different from ordinary resentful ghosts. It can even be said to be patient and very calm. It set up a chess game to “entertain” those enemies.
It also chose to use fraud and trickery to trick Hai Ming.
Hearing this, the police station members sighed, “What should we do?”
Gu Zhisang pondered for a moment and said: “Let’s see whether Hai Ming is dead or alive, and overturn the plagiarism case and re-examine it. As for He Zhaosheng…”
From all the details and traces, she believes that the reason and purpose of the formation of this ghost that can travel on the Internet are not as simple as it seems, just for revenge.
Like in Tianyun Village, there seemed to be a mist shrouding this incident and a pair of invisible hands behind it.
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