Unfalsifiable Moonlight

Chapter 29 Telephone

The ashen face turned completely toward the area where he was hiding. The instant eye contact horrified Old Zeng; he knew he couldn't hide any longer.

His temples throbbed as he stared intently at "Su Zixu," who was gradually shedding his human disguise to reveal his true form.

Just as the other person strode towards him, Old Zeng suddenly stood up, grabbed the stapler on his desk, and threw it to the left.

The stapler slammed into the glass wall at the entrance, and the crisp metallic clang exploded as Old Zeng sprang in the opposite direction like a cheetah.

At the same time, the screeching sound of fingernails scratching something and the sound of objects being knocked over on the ground rang out clearly behind me.

Fleeing through this small area, Old Zeng dared not stop for a moment; the smell of rust quickly rose from his chest to his throat.

Yu Guangzhong, in the dim light, caught a horrifying glimpse of the computer screen diagonally in front of him.

The ghost's silhouette was projected onto the dark screen. It was no longer the image of "Su Zixu," but had become a stiff and distorted figure, much larger in size.

His knees were always bent at a 90-degree angle, making his running look very strange. It was as if his joints were being pulled by countless invisible strings, like a marionette.

At the same time, many thin umbilical cords extended from the puppet's feet, spreading out like tree roots in the places he passed, but in reality, Lao Zeng could not see these umbilical cords.

"Puppet." Old Zeng seemed to realize it too, the voice of his daughter that had appeared on the phone earlier, and the voice of Su Zixu that appeared later.

The dolls that appear today, these figurative representations, are most likely derived from his desires and emotions.

Thinking of his daughter, he felt guilty. Su Zixu appeared because of his own unease; he wanted to uncover the truth as soon as possible and escape from this place.

At this moment, the ghost's form gradually transformed into a marionette because he had panicked and become fearful when he was discovered by the ghost, and the marionette was one of the things he feared.

As long as he experiences emotional fluctuations, this ghost can see into his heart.

"It's emotions. This ghost uses emotional fluctuations to lock onto me. Those umbilical cords... are probably its sensory organs, tsk." Old Zeng's chest heaved rapidly, but he tried to keep his breathing as low as possible.

His mind raced, and after discovering how the puppet ghost was finding him, he hid under a secluded workstation to calm himself down as quickly as possible.

This method worked very well, and he soon discovered that the puppet ghost was no longer as goal-oriented as before.

But that's not enough, because there are still those umbilical cords that he can't see and can only confirm through the computer screens at the surrounding workstations.

These umbilical cords not only spread out on the ground, but also climb up workstations and walls, making them very troublesome.

Goosebumps suddenly crawled all over his arms, and a strange sensation struck Lao Zeng's brain. He kicked forward with both legs, pushed himself forward with both hands against the bottom of the table above his head, and slid backward with his back flat on the ground.

Just as his leg left the table, a gust of wind brushed past his foot, followed by a loud bang. The spot where he had just been standing was smashed by some tremendous force, creating a small but deep crater.

Immediately afterwards, the entire workstation was also smashed to pieces by the enormous destructive force.

He didn't see exactly what it was, but he figured it must be those umbilical cords.

The debris scattered like countless tiny needles, momentarily blinding Old Zeng, but he dared not linger. A chill crept up his forearm to the back of his neck, the puppet ghost relentlessly pursuing him.

"Where exactly is this missing?" Even knowing how the puppet ghost was searching for him wouldn't help him escape; he had to find a way to break the deadlock.

At this moment, the puppet ghost became extremely violent, destroying all the workstations it trampled along the way. Seeing that the hiding places were dwindling, Old Zeng turned around and ran towards the puppet ghost.

Just as the puppet ghost's hand was about to touch Lao Zeng, Lao Zeng suddenly lay down on his side, supporting himself with only his elbow and the side of one foot. He used the momentum of a running start to crawl under the puppet ghost.

The puppet's knuckles grazed his throat, and after passing under the puppet, Old Zeng used the momentum to quickly get up and ran towards the test area without looking back.

After finding a corner filled with equipment, Lao Zeng hid there and rested for a while.

Since he didn't need to rush to escape for the time being, he carefully turned around and looked towards the office area through the gaps in the equipment.

The spot where the puppet ghost had been was now completely empty. Not only was the office area eerily quiet, but the entire basement was also eerily silent. There was no sign of the puppet ghost anywhere.

Ghosts are certainly scary, but what's even scarier is when a ghost disappears right before your eyes.

However, Lao Zeng did not lose his mind because of this. The experimental area had a better view because of the huge hourglass on the ceiling.

By the light, Old Zeng observed for a moment, then frowned slightly. He felt that there was something off about the basement he was in, as if it was different from what he had seen when he first came in.

With this feeling, Lao Zeng examined the area for a few more moments, then turned his gaze away from the office area and looked around, feeling a sense of horror.

He discovered that the shadows cast by the light on these instruments were not right.

The milky light shone on the surrounding equipment, and the shadows that should have had varying shades of color were now pitch black, looking very harsh.

Looking at the office area again, at this moment, every place without light was pitch black, as if swallowed by darkness, without even the most basic outline.

It looks like it was smeared black by a child with crayons, very awkward.

In the first row, there are some workstations embedded in the darkness. The left half of one of the workstations is clearly visible, and the boundary between it and the darkness looks very rigid.

There was no transition; it was as if the other half of the workstation had been cut off with a single stroke.

"Drawn..." After a moment's thought, although Lao Zeng was not an artist, he judged by common sense that this was indeed strange.

"Drawn by a child..." Old Zeng continued to ponder this thought deeply. The drawing was created by imagination, and created things are not real. "Not real... could it be an illusion?"

"Clatter".

A drop of viscous liquid suddenly fell from the ceiling and landed on Lao Zeng's shoulder. His hair stood on end instantly, and his back tensed up immediately.

Slowly raising his stiff neck, he saw the puppet ghost crawling on the ceiling like a spider, its withered lips stretched to its ears, and sticky fluid seeping from its grayish-white gums, dripping down incessantly.

The moment their eyes met, Old Zeng casually grabbed a part and threw it at the puppet ghost. Taking advantage of the puppet ghost's descent, Old Zeng launched himself out again.

"If it's all fake, then it must have been triggered at some point." With a clear goal in mind, he headed straight for the phone he had been deliberately avoiding.

A chilling wind swept in from behind; the countdown to death had begun.

"Let's give it our all!"

A cold, numb sensation swept over his back. Just as the other person's huge, slender fingers were about to pierce his chest like a drill, Old Zeng grabbed the receiver and yanked it off the phone.

"beep--"

As the microphone beeped, the moment it was removed, Lao Zeng felt a sense of weightlessness, and his vision blurred and distorted for a moment, but then quickly returned to normal.

After a moment of dizziness, Lao Zeng realized that he was still in the same position as when he first took off the microphone.