I Forged the Myth of the Old Ones

"Director Lu has a new movie?"

So he turned to ask, if he had a good chat with Lu Jian, maybe he could get a character.

"Still thinking."

Lu Jian replied, and continued.

"By the way, I'm staying here tonight. I might check the house and make some noise. Please don't worry about it then."

"movement?"

Shi Ming was a little confused, but quickly nodded again.

"Okay, no problem. I'll tell everyone in the community group. They are all people in the circle and are familiar with them."

He also enthusiastically drew Lu Yi closer to the community's WeChat group.

Leaving from Shi Ming's house, Lu Jian followed the same pattern and asked the surrounding residents.

The answers I got are similar. When there is no one, the house will sometimes light up suddenly, and the small animals will feel uneasy when they approach the villa, and the weaker ones will die after that. In addition, some people have seen people walking around in the house. The residents were quite friendly at first, but after living in them for a while, they became withdrawn and weird.

All in all, a classic horror movie.

Lu Jian reckoned that even if there were no weird things inside, there might be one or two lonely ghosts waiting to be saved.

Everywhere in the villa area is good, but there is no smoke and fire in life. Just imagine, the scene of rich people living in tens of millions of river view villas sitting in a fried restaurant at the entrance of the community, eating fried rice and eggs, will appear in movies. up.

Not only are there no cheap and affordable fast food restaurants around here, there are even few takeaways.

On the contrary, there is a clubhouse with properties, which can provide business meals and banquets.

After eating something casually, Lu Yi went back to the house and turned on the light.

I don't know if the light bulbs are aging. Even if the lights are turned on, the room looks a little dim. Walking in the empty big house seems to echo.

But after staying for a while, Lu Jian felt that the place was a bit crowded.

"If there are weird things here, then there must be certain rules. The punishment of this rule is probably not fatal. Otherwise, a group of people would have died here. Will it cause pollution?"

Lu Jian guessed that, just like friends under the bed, creating fear and devouring fear will bring a little pollution. If the strange things in this villa are in a similar situation, then the long-term contact of residents and the accumulation of pollution will always lead to Some mental problems, suicide, drug use, and murder are also understandable.

For example, Lu Juan thinks that there might be a kind of weird thing in this world called office ghost. Once people sit in the office and work, its rules will be triggered, causing people to become more and more tired, resist work, and don’t want to go to work. It was fatal, so everyone didn't notice it, and thought it was because they really didn't want to go to work.

This kind of weird thing is the most common and the most hidden, but after a long time, they will always continue to grow and become a terrifying existence that robs life.

Thinking of this, Lu Jian felt the lights flicker.

Then, the TV in the living room suddenly turned on.

What was playing on the TV was a program from an unknown TV station, and the picture was blurry. Judging from the host's attire, it looked quite retro, with a 90s feel.

"Newscast"

Lu Jian heard that the host seemed to be saying something.

He moved closer.

I worked overtime for a while today, the update is probably a little unstable during this period, wait for a weekend to adjust

Ask for a recommendation ticket, ask for a monthly ticket!

===760.Smart Treasure===

The TV seemed to be playing the news, intermittently, like an old color TV with a jammed signal.

But the problem is, this is a new LCD TV, and logically there will be no snowflakes, a product of the last century.

Lu Yi could only think that this was playing a video.

He carefully watched the performance inside.

"Welcome, tune in, River City Evening News"

With the words of the host, the TV became much clearer, and the layout of the studio with a sense of age can be seen, making people feel as if they have returned to decades ago.

"Large gala, medical staff and patients sang and danced to celebrate the festive season."

Accompanied by his words, the TV screen turned, and the familiar picture of No. 900 Xicheng North Road appeared, but the Jiangcheng Mental Health Center here was obviously much newer, like an image from the early years.

Lu Yi saw that a stage had been set up in the center of the hospital yard, and on the stage were performers singing and dancing.

It's just that these performers were wearing sick clothes, and they seemed to be performing sketches, but their movements were very hard, as if they were fighting.

The audience sitting below were people in doctors' white coats. They clapped dumbly and watched the performance on the stage without any emotional fluctuations, like wooden people who had lost their thinking.

Joyful music was interspersed, but the scene was very weird and unsettling.

"The next piece of news, the elementary school in our city started school yesterday, and the students returned to campus to start a new school year. When the screen changed, there was a reporter standing at the gate of the elementary school campus, and the students next to him came and went, which looked quite ordinary. Yes, it's just that Lu Jian noticed that these students were a little evasive towards the reporters, and they didn't dare to speak, just like hostages under surveillance.

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As the reporter spoke, he suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed an elementary school student who was alone. The elementary school student immediately burst into tears.

"Student, what are your expectations for the new school year?"

The reporter asked persistently, seemingly not noticing that the student was crying.

"Don't eat me, don't eat me, don't eat me!"

The student kept yelling, trying to struggle to leave, but the reporter's hand firmly grasped the student's shoulder, as if it was not a hand, but a paw.

"It seems that this student is looking forward to the new school year."

As the reporter spoke, he suddenly opened his mouth.

His mouth split open like a fake, and soon turned into a man-high bloody mouth. It took only a moment for the student to be swallowed. The reporter's mouth returned to its normal appearance, and he smiled.

"Let's interview the next classmate."

Hearing the reporter's words, those primary school students who were suppressed watching their classmates being eaten just now immediately started running away, and the reporter grabbed another one in a nonchalant manner, followed the same pattern, and ate it again.

"Jiangcheng Grand Theater staged a new play today, and many audiences bought tickets to watch it, and the atmosphere was enthusiastic."

Accompanied by the voice of the newscaster, the screen turned again, and it was the Jiangcheng Grand Theater that Lu Juan was familiar with. However, this grand theater had obviously been burned down because of Du Danping's fire. Even on TV, the theater was in a mess.

At the same time, it is still burning here.

Just like the fire that year hadn't been extinguished, the great theater was burning with flames, and it could indeed be said that the atmosphere was warm.

On the stage, several actors were performing. Their clothes were burned by the flames and gradually festered. Their skins were blistered and scorched, but these people continued to perform as if nothing happened.

The audience in the audience was also bathed in the flames. Many of them had been burned to the point of withered bones, but they were still applauding and making hoarse voices from their throats, cheering for the actors on the stage.

The whole picture is extremely weird, which makes people feel sincerely uncomfortable.

With the end of this news, the TV fell into snowflakes again.

Lu Jian waited for a while, and the screen jumped, and a child with rosy cheeks appeared.

The child took a closer look and found that he was one of the primary school students who had been eaten by the reporter just now. His skin was pale, only his cheeks were unnaturally rosy, which was painted on like a dead man's makeup.

Moreover, his eyes had no whites, they were pitch black, he was wearing a school shirt and uniform, and he had an unnatural smile on his face.

"I like to drink Smarty Po most. Smarty Po helps me grow up healthily and study happily!"

As he spoke, he picked up a small brown bottle of potion and downed it in one gulp. Some potion leaked from the corner of his mouth. The potion was dark red, like fresh blood.

After drinking the potion, the student's lips also turned a bright red color, matching the blush, which was weird and strange.

"I also drink smart treasure. My mother said that only by drinking smart treasure can I be admitted to a good school."

Another student also walked up to him. This was the same primary school student that the reporter swallowed just now. His skin was also pale, only his cheeks were blush. He picked up the medicine bottle and drank it down.

After finishing their drinks, the two looked at each other, and then looked at the screen.

"Smart baby, your good learning partner."

After saying this, the heads of the two people were completely split from between the hair, like blooming flowers, their brains burst out, forming a small sapling, which bloomed on the screen.

The picture is caught in a snowflake.

After reading these contents, Lu Jian is not sure whether this has really happened. After all, in this world, if there are really strange things that can cause such a scene, it is estimated that everyone may not be able to find out.

He reckoned that this was one of the reasons the neighbors heard that the lights would be on when no one was around here. If these things suddenly started to be played on the TV in the middle of the night through ordinary people, they would probably suffer from nervous breakdown and become ill. Be paranoid.

Lu Jian came to the TV covered with snowflakes, looked at the TV carefully, and found that it was not plugged in at all.

Just as he was fiddling with the TV, the snowflakes disappeared suddenly, and a face appeared on the TV.

"Do you want to drink smart treasure too?"

That face was that reporter, ferocious and terrifying, gnashing his teeth, as if he was telling the name of his enemy.

"You also want to drink Smart Treasure!!!"

He roared again, and the whole TV set shook, as if something was about to crawl out of the TV set.

"Don't worry."

Lu Jian said something, and immediately, words emerged from the TV like pages of a book.

His right hand manifested a silver pen and began to read the text on the TV.

===761. An ordinary TV===

[An ordinary TV is expensive, far beyond its value, and it is not worth buying unless it is for showing off]

【With its own consciousness, it will perform different programs to please the audience】

[It can be started without electricity, the ghost knows what it has experienced! 】

[I'm not in a good mood recently, if the audience's response to the TV show is insufficient, it will try to make a more exciting adaptation]

These words appeared in front of Lu Lian along with the technical parameters of the TV. The reporter on the TV had a fierce look on his face, but he was a little more confused. He seemed to be curious about what Lu Lian was doing.

"This is the source?"

Lu Jian felt very strange.

Apparently, this TV set may have been polluted, leading to the birth of its own consciousness, and it will do some things by itself in addition to its normal function as a TV set.