Qu Changlin had worked at the Haunted House for three years, and he had not expected this day to come.
That face was only a few centimeters away from him. He could clearly see everything on that face, including the slightly upturned corners of the mouth, the sparse beard, and the pair of eyes that constantly emitted a gloomy coldness.
"My boss wants to see you."
The man's lips moved like he was talking, but Qu Changlin felt like he could not hear anything. Perhaps the nerves that transmitted the voice had stopped working, or perhaps his brain had lost all its function.
But that was not important anymore. Qu Changlin did not even think about why there was a person hanging upside down behind him.
His heart only returned to normal two seconds later, and the blood rushed to his brain in an instant. As he gradually regained control of his body, Qu Changlin reacted in a way that any normal person would.
"Who's there?"
With his voice shaking, Qu Changlin rammed his head into the door before him. The thin mirror was pushed open. He wanted to run out, but the door of the fourth cubicle was closed.
Trapped in the small space, Qu Changlin leaned against the cubicle door, and his eyes stared at the hidden room that he was hiding in. There was nothing in the dark and narrow room.
Holding his chest, Qu Changlin was sure that he had seen a person earlier. The person was hanging upside down behind him!
"Where has he gone?"
The scene that had happened earlier had left a shadow in Qu Changlin's heart. If he did not get to the bottom of this, he probably would not dare stay in a dark and enclosed space for the rest of his life.
The Haunted House had the air conditioning on, so the temperature was low, but sweat kept pouring out of Qu Changlin's forehead.
"The cubicle door is closed, so the person should still be here."
Blessings never come in pairs, and misfortune never comes alone.
Just as Qu Changlin was contemplating this serious question, someone suddenly knocked on the cubicle door behind him.
The banging on the door was like a note that hastened Qu Changlin's death, maintaining a special rhythm. Again and again, it was as if the knocks were directly penetrating his chest and pounding on his heart.
He wanted to move, but his legs refused to listen to him. His legs weakened, and he slowly collapsed to the ground, leaning against the cubicle door.
It was too sudden. The situation had changed in an instant. Before he could understand what was going on, he had already collapsed.
There was one more person in the dark room. He wanted to run out, but the door to the cubicle was closed. There was no way out. Qu Changlin realized that he had been forced into a desperate situation.
His legs kicked the ground, and he struggled to stand up. "If the person knocking on the cubicle door is a tourist, then who was the person I saw earlier?"
Qu Changlin used his back to block the door. He reached into his pocket to find his phone to report the situation to his boss.
But just as he dialed the number, before he could speak, he heard a completely unfamiliar voice. "There's no point in hiding. He will follow you home, hide in your shadow, lie on your windowsill, crawl under your blanket …"
The sound came from outside the door, and the person who knocked was standing on the other side of the door.
The other party didn't use an exaggerated tone to scare Qu Changlin. The person's voice was very calm, as if he was narrating a fact.
Qu Changlin clamped his hand over his mouth. The call had gone through, but he didn't dare speak.
He could feel a cold gaze staring at him. He didn't dare turn around, and he didn't dare move. His body felt like it had been frozen.
"What should I do now?"
…
Chen Ge leaned against the partition of the fifth cubicle. He was looking down at Qu Changlin, who was curled up in a ball. His eyes were filled with admiration.
"To be able to stay inside a toilet filled with a strange smell for so long without a mask, this person must be above eighty in terms of professional ethics and professional skills."
With one hand on the partition, Chen Ge's other hand grabbed the mannequin that dangled from the ceiling, and he kept shaking it.
The knocking that Qu Changlin heard was actually the mannequin's head knocking against the door.
The sound of the mannequin knocking against the door was, of course, different from knocking with bare hands.
Without the man knowing, Chen Ge had conducted a simple one-sided test on him.
"He's very capable and professional, but I wonder what his personality is like."
When Chen Ge was deep in thought, Ol 'Zhou silently appeared behind him. He was holding a thick manual about the human body's structure in his hands.
"This is?"
Flipping through the handbook, it was filled with drawings of mannequins. They came in different styles and styles.
"There's a spare red lamp at the Haunted House, and this handbook was found under the lamp. He doesn't seem to want others to see this."
Lao Zhou had spent a lot of time with Chen Ge, so he knew his boss very well. Sometimes, he would be very considerate.
After hearing what Lao Zhou said, Chen Ge had a picture in his mind. Qu Changlin was wearing a ghost costume and hiding alone inside a toilet that was rarely visited by visitors. He was bored, and with the help of the red lamp, he taught himself many things about mannequins.
The first half of the handbook was Qu Changlin's own drawings and notes, but the second half was more like his own diary.
"1st September, the number of visitors is decreasing. I can hear people walking past the door, but no one comes in. So sad.
"3rd September, I've improved the mannequins in the toilet. Each mannequin only costs an extra fifty RMB, and it will give the visitors a more realistic feeling! Everyone will definitely look at me differently! "
"4th September, the cold rain slaps on my face. The boss didn't agree to my modification plan. Oh well, the Haunted House is not doing well, and he's quite sad.
"15th September, finally, a visitor comes into the toilet today! Let me think of a way to scare him! Ha ha ha ha!
"30th September, Xiao Die said she temporarily wants to focus on her career and doesn't want a relationship. Looks like I'll have to work harder.
"15th October, why do they always say I'm a boring person? I've already done many things that I don't like to appear that special, so why do they still think I'm a weird person?
"30th October, so he's the one that Xiao Die likes.
"1st November, a new month begins. I need to be an interesting and sociable person. Keep it up! You can do it! "
There were many similar entries in the handbook, and every one of them was optimistic, but Chen Ge could see the deep bitterness in them.
He put down the handbook, and his eyes scanned the words on the wall of the fifth cubicle.
Different from the Third Sick Hall, the words here were all handwritten by the employees. The toilet was Qu Changlin's responsibility, and the words on the wall were all written by him.
The ghost story in the toilet was about a child by the name of Xiao Lin. He was hated by everyone because of his pranks, and in the end, everyone decided to play a prank on him.
It was a very simple plot, but it reflected Qu Changlin himself.
The Xiao Lin in the story should be himself.
"Not all fish live in the same ocean. Why do you have to force it?"
Chen Ge thought about it and decided not to prank Qu Changlin anymore. He had Lao Zhou return the handbook while he opened the door to the fourth cubicle.
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