Chapter 58#
The Storyteller (Part 10)#
Ye Sheng reacted very quickly. The moment the figure completely merged into the wall and disappeared, he took out his phone and took a picture of the front.
Click!
Search has a certain descriptive effect on people. The photo captured half of the golden-haired woman’s body before she disappeared—
Pale golden curly hair, abnormally white arms. She was very tall, barefoot, wearing an extremely flowing long white dress. The draped and pleated design didn’t look like modern clothing at all. There was also an exquisite and small silver decoration on the woman’s waist, which was a flower.
“Tang Jiahao, are you okay? Why is your ear bleeding!” Liang Qingqing turned pale with fright and went over to support him.
Ning Weichen walked over and said gently: “His eardrum is ruptured. Don’t shout loudly now.”
Liang Qingqing’s face turned pale instantly, unbelievable, and she held back her words.
Ning Weichen said: “Take him downstairs first.”
When they went downstairs, the Bureau of Paranormal Affairs was already outside.
Song Zhang was a B-rank anomaly. From the moment he started to wake up and control the host, the headquarters Tianshu had already detected the high-intensity spiritual value. Later, when Song Zhang completely appeared in the lake water, the headquarters pinpointed the location, and Cheng Ze rushed over quickly.
“Why is the spiritual value lower the closer we get to Luohu Mansion?”
Cheng Ze entered the door and asked softly in confusion.
“The spiritual value here has almost disappeared. Did the anomaly escape? Or has someone already solved it?” Cheng Fa also frowned tightly.
However, when the two saw Ning Weichen and Ye Sheng walking down the stairs, all doubts vanished.
“…”
Feeling like there was no need to ask.
Ning Weichen smiled and said to Ye Sheng: “You go back to school first. I’ll handle the rest.”
“Okay, thank you.” Ye Sheng didn’t want to deal with the Bureau of Paranormal Affairs at all, so he nodded.
Behind the Bureau of Paranormal Affairs were the Huaicheng police. Police cars gathered outside the mansion. After Tang Jiahao was sent to the hospital, Liang Qingqing suddenly heard someone calling her name from behind.
“Qingqing.”
She looked up in surprise and saw her father standing in the crowd, his hair silvery white, his face full of nervousness and worry.
“Dad, why are you here?” Liang Qingqing was surprised: “When did you come?”
Seeing his daughter safe and sound, Dr. Liang breathed a sigh of relief: “Dad was worried about you so I came over. Qingqing, are you okay?”
Liang Qingqing looked at him silently, feeling very uncomfortable in her heart, and said guiltily: “I’m fine.”
Since her mother died, she felt that her father had become a bit suspicious and overly nervous and worried about her.
Dr. Liang smiled: “It’s good that you’re fine.”
Actually, there were many things to deal with in the aftermath of Luohu Mansion, but with the Bureau of Paranormal Affairs’ years of experience in dealing with anomalies, it was believed that they could give everyone a reasonable explanation.
When Ye Sheng left Luohu Mansion alone, he sent a message to Xia Wenshi, telling him not to look for him and that he was going back to school first.
It took a while to walk from the villa area to catch a taxi. Ye Sheng walked for half an hour to the road and called a car. While in the car, Ye Sheng turned on his phone and went straight to the point to search for Story Magazine Agency.
A hundred years ago, the Internet was not yet popular, and news reports were mainly paper-based. The only news he could find about Story Magazine Agency was the fire when it closed down. The circuit aged and caught fire, burning the warehouse clean, leaving not a single book.
And the electronic versions of the periodicals published by Story Magazine Agency back then could not be found on the entire network.
Many older people said that Story Magazine Agency almost represented their childhood. The reason it went bankrupt might be because it was too conscientious. The magazine price was just enough to cover the paper price, and even every issue would give away a free book, which was “Night Voyage”. “Night Voyage” was actually distributed for free, and was usually placed by the bookstore owner on the first cabinet at the door for customers to browse at will.
Ye Sheng was now more and more certain that the King of Stories should be an anomaly formed after a person’s death.
It seems that people need an extreme emotion to become an anomaly.
If the Fetus Girl became A-rank because of the condensation of the resentment of five sisters, and Song Zhang became B-rank because of the fear of being dismembered alive by his lover.
Then what about the King of Stories? Why did he become an S-rank anomaly?
What exactly did he experience before he died?
To be strong enough to become the master of a section, the emotion possessed by the King of Stories when he died was definitely not simple love or hate.
Ye Sheng closed his eyes and tried to imagine the appearance of the King of Stories in his mind.
But he couldn’t imagine it.
The image of the King of Stories was very contradictory to him.
Various contacts since Huaicheng made him conceive the King of Stories as a combination of two shadows.
One was a pretentious, mean, and depressed writer; the other was a naive child who was simple, cruel, and advocated extreme justice.
The true appearance of the Seventh Moderator was hidden behind layers of fog. Even for the protagonist of his new story, Ye Sheng only saw a silhouette.
Ye Sheng touched the heavy magazine in his hand, took a deep breath, and told himself not to be too impatient. Huaicheng is an international city in China, which is relatively safer and more inconvenient for action.
Ye Sheng didn’t plan to cooperate with the Bureau of Paranormal Affairs, nor did he plan to enter the world of supernatural beings, exploring everywhere with them and collecting anomalies regularly.
He just wanted to figure out the forum and figure out each moderator.
He calmed down a little.
Immediately afterwards, in this taxi, Ye Sheng heard that highly rated radio program in Huaicheng, “Little Mouth Tells Stories”.
[Hello everyone, welcome back to Little Mouth Tells Stories.]
[Tonight, a strange patient came to the Third People’s Hospital of Huaicheng. This patient’s eardrum was pierced by a steel wire, very deep! The doctor said that such severe eardrum damage requires eardrum repair surgery. Fortunately, he was sent to the doctor in time, otherwise the patient might be deaf for life.]
[…It appeared, deafness.]
Little Mouth’s voice was a little fearful and trembling.
[Blindness, loss of voice, loss of legs, deafness; eyes, tongue, legs, ears. So, what will be his next target! What kind of monster has appeared in our city?!]
Little Mouth’s voice made Ye Sheng stunned suddenly, and he reacted.
Wrong!
This hero of the King of Stories is not “punishing evil and promoting good”! He is killing people with a purpose!
The taxi arrived at the school.
After returning to the dormitory, Ye Sheng went to the desk, quickly took out paper and pen, and searched and browsed several murder cases that occurred in Huaicheng these days. Listed them. These people have different personalities, occupations, and ages. He couldn’t find any intersection, but the people hurt by them were all treated at the Third People’s Hospital of Huaicheng.
Third People’s Hospital.
Ye Sheng turned the pen and was silent for a long time. He switched to the phone’s photo album and looked at the silhouette of the golden-haired woman.
Search showed that this woman was not an anomaly, so she was the hero active in the city.
But Ye Sheng always felt weird looking at her dress. Andrew had profiled the murderer as having mysophobia and high social status. Ye Sheng looked at her attire and only felt madness. He felt that this hero might also be mentally unstable.
The dress on her body looked like an ancient Greek style, a large piece of fabric simply wrapped and tied around her body, exposing her arms. Ye Sheng also recognized the metal objects decorating her waist, which were pomegranate flowers and peacock feathers.
Greece, pomegranate, peacock.
Ye Sheng was thoughtful, entered these three words in the search box, and finally got a name that made his pupils constrict completely. Pomegranate and peacock are symbols of Hera, the queen of heaven in ancient Greek mythology. Hera is the goddess in charge of marriage and childbirth.
Hera… hera.
The Bureau of Paranormal Affairs told him that the person who traded with Li Jianyang and asked him to bring the Fetus Girl to Huaicheng was named hera. This urban legend protagonist, it turned out they had been in contact long ago.
Ye Sheng initially thought that this hera was the mother of the ghost child, that is, the A-rank anomaly Luo Xingyan found in the western-style building, Qin’s third wife who died on the operating table of Chengen Gynecological Hospital.
But search told him that this person was a human.
A person, related to the hospital and the goddess of childbirth, Ye Sheng almost directly thought of obstetrics and gynecology.
He logged into the official website of the Third People’s Hospital of Huaicheng, looked at several chief physicians in the obstetrics and gynecology department, and scrolled all the way down until he saw a familiar surname.
Liang Xu.
Ye Sheng’s eyes darkened. From the time Liang Qingqing told the story about the underground parking lot of Jiahe Shopping Mall, he had wanted to investigate her family a bit. Unexpectedly, after going around in circles, it really came back to her family.
Ye Sheng took a deep breath and told Ning Weichen about the Story Magazine Agency, Hera, and Liang Xu.
He didn’t know in what form other moderators would appear. But the traces of the King of Stories, he actually followed like solving a puzzle.
“…”
Hope it won’t be so troublesome in the future.
He cleared up the clues and installed the magazine into the gun.
WeChat on the phone suddenly rang.
Ye Sheng clicked on the message and found that it was actually from the counselor of Huaian University.
The counselor asked cheerfully.
[Xiao Ye, is that you on the hot search?]
Ye Sheng: “?”
Is there something wrong with this hot search? Why is he on it all the time?
After the Luohu Mystery event ended, the participants went back dejectedly under the comfort of the police and slept until the next afternoon. Later, the official issued an apology to them individually, explaining what happened inside.
The host’s script was designed by them in advance. In order to increase the watchability of the event, they actually added something slightly hallucinogenic in the room, and even the music played on the radio had a hypnotic effect, but it was harmless to the body and not illegal. Just to add some excitement. If it caused a bad influence on the players, they were truly sorry.
Most of the players believed it and cursed the official’s ancestors directly on the phone. But none of those who had experienced encountering ghosts believed it, yet they didn’t dare to pursue anything.
When Su Wanluo left, her face was paler than anyone else’s. Seeing this, Xia Wenshi couldn’t bear it and stepped forward: “Junior sister, are you okay? Why did you run out at the end?”
Su Wanluo smiled and shook her head, saying nothing.
Liang Qingqing went home with her father.
She took the bus back to school alone.
She chased to the lake at that time and caught nothing, but those two words seemed enough.
Old Art…
Old Art Museum?
Old Art and Sports Hall?
In the entire Huaicheng, how many art and sports halls still exist and haven’t been renovated?
What a coincidence, Huaian University has one.
Three hundred million was spent on decoration, but later it was abandoned and a new one was built.
Because according to the teachers and students who had classes there at night, the whole building was abnormal at night. You would constantly get lost and constantly hear strange noises. When she first entered the Paranormal Research Club, the president also mysteriously told them a story about the Old Art and Sports Building, not knowing if it was true or false—
It is heard that when the building was built back then, a worker accidentally fell into the mixer, and his flesh and bones were mixed into the cement. It was only discovered that someone was missing after the wall was built.