Unconsciously, the film was already halfway through.
The scene shifted to a bar, where dynamic music and dazzling lights, enhanced by the 3D effect, made the three viewers feel as if they weren't in the dark screening room but inside the bar itself.
This part was quite calm. Two main characters stood at the bar chatting and laughing with a bartender girl.
The dialogue was normal but gave a chilling feeling:
"You're acting weird, wearing a jacket in such heat."
"Yeah, lately I keep feeling cold and gloomy."
"Are you catching a cold?"
"Maybe, but enough talking—I'm heading to the bathroom."
...
As the dialogue played, Ye Xiao and the others suddenly felt the temperature around them drop sharply, as if summer turned into the coldest winter overnight.
Their hair stood on end; their bodies trembled involuntarily.
The seats behind them grew icy cold, like pressed against a block of ice.
Li Yan felt an itch on her neck, as if strands of hair were slowly moving there.
Hair?
She brushed her neck to move the strands aside, then froze—she had cut her hair short a few days ago, so it couldn't have been her hair on her neck...
Whose hair was it then?
This thought, like the eerie background music, deeply rooted in her mind, refusing to leave.
At that moment, the background music surged dramatically, and the male lead's eyes widened as a ghost appeared, clinging to the woman heading to the bathroom.
The ghost's long black hair draped over the woman's neck...
Seeing this, Li Yan felt a chill rush from her spine to her brain, her scalp tingling.
Her only thought: Is there a ghost behind me too?
Yet she dared not turn her head, nor breathe, frozen in place.
Not only her, but Ye Xiao and the round-faced girl had the same experience.
Time passed slowly, second by second.
Cold sweat soaked their clothes; Li Yan was near madness from the torment.
"It's all fake, all 3D effects!" she told herself fiercely, preparing to turn her head.
Suddenly, singing whispered in her ear:
"A husband in joy, a wife's heart breaks..."
(Chinese opera verses continued...)
The singing was soft, faint, but filled with sorrow and eeriness, like a grieving woman whispering beside her.
In another environment, Li Yan might not have noticed, but now the lullaby was a soul-snatching melody, consuming her reason bit by bit...
"Ah!!! Ghost!!!"
Unable to bear it, Li Yan covered her ears and screamed, rushing out of the screening room.
Fear is contagious.
Her scream triggered a chain reaction.
The round-faced girl, already near her psychological limit, screamed and fled after Li Yan, afraid of falling behind.
Seeing them run off one after another, Ye Xiao almost followed but quickly dismissed the thought.
"There's nothing to fear—it's all 3D effects and psychological suggestion."
As a forensic medicine student at med school, having seen countless corpses, Ye Xiao's fear of ghosts had lessened over the years.
If ghosts existed, she'd have encountered them in morgues, crime scenes, or autopsy rooms.
Her fear began to fade.
"Whether it's the hand under the seat, the hair on the neck, or the singing, it must be pre-installed tricks."
"There are no ghosts in this world. All fear comes from the mind. The weird layout of the screening room is designed to create psychological suggestion that ghosts exist."
"Right, it must be so!"
At that moment, Ye Xiao completely overcame her fear and regained confidence.
"I want to see if there's really a ghost behind me!"
Biting her lip, she suddenly turned around.
Behind her was pitch black; nothing but the seat backs.
Seeing this, she smiled, "I knew it."
With a victorious smile, Ye Xiao turned back to continue watching, thinking she'd tease Li Yan and the others for fleeing.
What a shame for med school.
But as she turned back, a ghost appeared without warning right in front of her.
The ghost's face was just centimeters away; she could feel the cold emanating from it.
The pale face had pupil-less eyes silently staring.
Black viscous fluid dripped constantly from its open mouth.
Staring at the ghostly face, Ye Xiao's mind went blank with a thunderous boom.
She trembled uncontrollably; tears flowed as if beyond control.
She had seen and dissected many corpses and knew well that this ghost was definitely not a living person!
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