MTL - I Became Popular in the Underworld After Live Broadcasting Taoism-Chapter 132

A high-end villa in Fengcheng

A middle-aged man with bald temples is lying on the bed with his eyes closed.

He seemed to be haunted by a nightmare. He changed his usual benevolent expression behind the screen and in the photos. At this moment, his head was sweating, his face was full of flesh and blood, and he muttered in his mouth:

"Don't kill me...I, I made a mistake and survived!"

"I admit, I stole your painting...I'm a beast! I'm not as good as a pig or a dog...Ah!"

With a scream, the man suddenly woke up from his dream.

His pupils constricted, his whole body was trembling, he rolled and jumped up from the bed, and fell to the side of the bed.

After taking several breaths, he gradually slowed down and relaxed a little.

It turned out to be a dream.

But what he didn't notice was that the screen of the mobile phone that was placed beside the bed without any message or incoming call notification suddenly lit up, and a thin layer of frost slowly formed on the back of the mobile phone case.

The rotten air invisible to the naked eye continued to overflow from it, and soon the temperature of the whole room began to drop.

The invisible Yin Qi gathered into formations, making the originally tight environment with the curtains tightly closed and the surrounding light impenetrable and cramped a bit darker.

At this moment, the closed door of the room was knocked from the outside, causing the tense man to tremble, and looked in the direction of the door with a ruthless face.

"Who?!"

"Amin, are you okay? What happened to you inside?"

The voice outside the house is that of a vicissitudes old man.

Hearing his father's familiar voice, Haiming, who was sitting paralyzed by the bed, heaved a sigh of relief, and said impatiently:

"Didn't I say it's okay and don't knock on the door? It's just a nightmare, it's okay."

The old man outside the house waited and yelled again, wanting his son to come out for a meal.

After being yelled at by his son in the room, he turned around and left with a sigh, and sat on the sofa in the living room.

To say that the changes in the family during this period are earth-shaking.

His son Haiming won a world award, which was widely reported by many news media and praised by everyone on the Internet.

The relatives who couldn't beat the eight poles in the family all called and complimented him, saying that his son was going to become a great painter;

The most obvious change is that after two or three months of being famous, the three-bedroom house in the family was replaced by a four-story villa. When the housewarming was held and the wine was held, relatives and friends were envious or fawning, which made Father Hai earn enough face.

Under the glamorous appearance, Father Hai gradually discovered that his son had changed, becoming more and more obsessive.

He often shuts himself in the house, talking about 'prophecy', 'revenge'...

One time, when I wanted to clean up the house for him, when I opened the door and walked in, my son with red eyes slapped his forehead severely.

Later, the son explained: ‘I’ve been having nightmares all the time. Sometimes when I haven’t figured out whether it’s a dream or reality, Dad, you suddenly come into my house, and it’s easy to hurt you by mistake! Don't come into my house casually in the future! '

Hearing Haiming's words, Father Hai not only did not accept it readily, but became even more worried.

Who can't tell the difference between dreaming and reality?

But as long as he persuaded him a few more words, his son would be very annoyed, telling him not to disturb himself, saying that his dreams can inspire inspiration and help in painting.

Hearing the movement just now, my son is having a 'nightmare' again...

in this room

After perfunctory to his father, Haiming wiped off the sweat from his forehead, with a gloomy face, picked up the crumpled paper and pen placed by the bedside, and recorded the scene in his dream just now.

"Today, you can't open the door, you will die if you open the door."

Eight days ago, Haiming was just a "famous painter" who had gained both fame and fortune, and his net worth skyrocketed. The dividends brought to him by the World Painting Award were long-lasting and high-yielding.

At the same time, it also troubled him very much.

The personal style of "Vortex" is too prominent, and it is not the type he is good at at all.

But after winning the award, the teacher recommended him to join the presidium, which is full of extremely high-level and internationally renowned masters, who are all waiting for him to produce new works and exhibit in art exhibitions.

Haiming found the semester homework that He Zhaosheng had handed in before, and the scraps of manuscript paper left behind, tried to imitate a few, but to no avail.

Anxiety and fear in his heart, the most despicable thing that has been hidden in his heart, the jealousy of his student's talent, spread wildly like weeds.

That's right, Haiming is jealous of He Zhaosheng's painting talent.

How can a country bumpkin who has never been out of the country and has no famous teacher teach him to have such a talent? God is so unfair.

Due to the urging of international organizations, Haiming was in a state of desperation during those days.

He also heard about a "prophet" who was said to be very accurate on the Internet, but he didn't believe it at all, and scoffed at it.

Until that night, he also began to have bizarre dreams, and he dreamed of the same predicted content as the prophecy notes on the Internet.

At the same time, the police report also spread to the school. Only then did everyone know that the people who died in a car accident on the Fengcheng Cross-River Bridge were the family of the first-level full professor in the school!

Having had weird dreams for two consecutive days, Haiming became more and more sure that he seemed to be favored by the "god".

He was ecstatic and terrified.

The reason for the joy is that he got a lot of inspiration in the dream.

Those ingeniously conceived and brightly colored paintings seemed to pop out of his mind out of thin air. After waking up, he copied them from his memory, which could be used for the upcoming exhibition of works that he couldn't get rid of.

These inspirations are divine guidance.

The reason why he felt fear was that Haiming predicted the death of the real estate speculators and the leader of the navy in his dream. In his dream, he clearly saw that the murderer who killed everyone was He Zhaosheng!

That young man who should have died long ago has turned into a life-threatening ghost, unwilling to go to the underworld, and has been seeking revenge from everyone.

He clearly knew that He Zhaosheng would not let him go, and sooner or later he would kill himself like he killed other people.

Gradually, with more and more nightmares about He Zhaosheng, Haiming kept dreaming that he died at the hands of He Zhaosheng, and he began to have mental problems.

I can't tell the difference between reality and dream.

Sometimes the surrounding environment is obviously at home, very real, but when he turns his head, he sees He Zhaosheng's face bruised and purple from being strangled because of hanging himself, staring at him with gloomy eyes behind him.

Haiming, who was so frightened and fainted, trembled, opened his eyes only to realize that he was dreaming just now.

Fortunately, I am different from others.

Haiming firmly believes that the prophecy dream is the opportunity given to him by the "gods" to fight back.

He must be able to predict He Zhaosheng's movements in advance and avoid risks. It is because of this that he shut himself up at home these days.

Just now, when he was taking a nap, he dreamed of his own death.

It's today!

In the dream, Haiming was sleeping at home.

The first time there was a knock on the bedroom door, a cousin stood outside after he opened the door, just when he was wondering why his cousin came, the other party smiled sullenly, took out a knife and stabbed him to death.

It turned out that this cousin was disguised by He Zhaosheng's ghost.

The startled Haiming was still in the bedroom. He had just breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the bedroom door knock again, and his father's voice was outside the door.

Heaving a sigh of relief, Haiming dragged his exhausted body to open the door, but outside the door stood his cousin beside his father, saying, "Your cousin is here to see you." '

The second time, Haiming was stabbed to death again. Before he died, he saw that cousin's face, which changed into that of He Zhaosheng.

Only then did he realize that he hadn't woken up and was still in a dream.

The third time, after Haiming heard the knock on the door, he picked up the knife prepared in the house, poked his finger and found that it was bleeding without pain, so he was sure that he was dreaming.

After opening the door, he hacked down first, killing his cousin, but was stabbed by his "father" from behind.

He didn't open the door for the fourth time. After confirming that he was still in a dream, Haiming opened the window and jumped down, 'waking up'.

The fifth awakening is not in the bedroom, but in the living room.

There were knocks on the door, it was my cousin.

He didn't let 'Father' open it, and had a dispute with 'Father'...

After dying in the dream about a dozen times, Haiming finally woke up with difficulty.

He fell hard under the bed, with a dull pain in his tailbone, but the clear pain made him sure that he was not in a dream.

Haiming got up from the ground, took out the knife from the bedside table and clenched it tightly, and went to lock the bedroom door again.

He decided that he would never step out of the door today.

Touching the phone, his fingers were frozen by the cold temperature of the phone.

After clicking on the software, Haiming found that "Revelation Notes" was updated, just ten minutes ago.

In the new prophecy, there are still death cases, but the cause of death is 'unknown, to be determined'.

The comment section below is very lively:

[It seems that the sixth death prophecy has come out, did the prophet not see the cause of death this time? Or is the prophecy updated? 】

[What is the cause of death to be determined, is it possible that there can be changes? 】

[This is obviously not the style of a prophet, another fool who pretends to be a prophet! Stop giving him the look. 】

Soon netizens basically confirmed that this prophecy was posted by an impostor, and the popularity of the post dropped.

But Heming doesn't think so.

As soon as he saw the content of this post, he felt a strong feeling in his heart, and he knew that the prophecy was true.

And the phrase "the cause of death is to be determined" was understood by him as the guidance given to him by the "god", showing him the way to survive.

I have hope of life, as long as I survive today and never open the bedroom door, I can escape He Zhaosheng's murder;

If it doesn't work, he can still call the police.

Thinking of this, the fear in Haiming's heart was eliminated a lot.

Thinking that He Zhaosheng's ghost hadn't left and was still in the world, he couldn't help searching for the events of half a year ago, reviewing the millions of insults under He Zhaosheng's account, the more he looked at it, the more comfortable he felt.

No matter how talented he is, a poor boy does not deserve to win the World Painting Award at all, and no one will believe his words.

As for those who died, those who were killed by He Zhaosheng's revenge, apart from worrying about his own safety, Hai Ming didn't have any sympathy. Instead, he secretly rejoiced.

He felt that by killing those people, He Zhaosheng also helped him silence all the insiders.

Just as Haiming stared at his bloodshot eyes and kept refreshing the phone page, he vaguely heard the sound outside the room.

someone is coming.

Father Hai: ‘Hey little x, you’re here, sit down and I’ll pour you a glass of water, I’m really sorry I forgot about your visit today! '

'It's okay Uncle, I just heard that my cousin won the grand prize, so I'll stop by to congratulate you and take a look at your aging body. What about my cousin? '

Father Hai: 'He's taking a nap in the house, I'll call you there right away. '

'…’

Haiming never expected that a relative from afar actually came, and it came so quickly!

Could it be that He Zhaosheng's ghost has come? !

He panicked all at once.

Father Hai knocked on the bedroom door: "Ah Ming, come out quickly, your brother from the second master's family is here!"

What should I do, as long as I close the door tightly and don't go out?

Since the other party is already pretending to be a ghost, will he just break into the door? Is it really safe to stay in the room? !

Haiming couldn't guarantee it, so he decided to call his friend and ask him to come over immediately, and then call the police to call the police.

But when he turned on the mobile phone to make a call, he suddenly found that the mobile phone had no signal, not a single signal grid!

No matter whether it is a phone call or a text message, or the Internet, there is no way to use it, and no one can be contacted.

At this time, Haiming suddenly realized why the temperature in the room was so cold and very dark, just like the evening after the sun went down.

He also thought that when he picked up the phone, he touched cold water in his hand, which was obviously abnormal!

The pain in the tailbone had disappeared, and even Haiming himself couldn't tell whether the pain just now was real or fake.

Now he is completely panicked.

Because Haiming found that he had no way to prove whether he was in a dream or in real life.

Is it his father who knocked on the door, or He Zhaosheng's ghost, or his prophetic dream...

Haiming, who was completely panicked and dazed, felt the temperature in the room, as well as the sense of instant sight like being stared at by something, completely confused and fell into panic.

The bedroom door was still knocking 'bang bang bang', and his heart was beating wildly.

At this time, Haiming, who was holding the mobile phone with trembling hands, felt the light flickering on the screen. He looked down, his pupils trembled from the shock of the picture on the screen, and he screamed and threw the mobile phone out.

I saw a young face on the screen, with blue and purple complexion and bloodshot eyes, staring fiercely at Haiming at the other end of the screen;

It's He Zhaosheng!

The screen of the mobile phone that fell to the ground was cracked.

Haiming scrambled and scrambled away from the phone, he started to get confused.

Are you really awake?

He thought he was awake, but was he actually still in a nightmare?

Haiming pinched his finger with his nails, but because his finger was cold and numb from the cold phone case, the pain was not obvious when he pinched it.

Now his muddled mind completely thought that he was still in a dream.

There are ghosts outside the door.

It was He Zhaosheng who pretended to be.

As long as you dispel it, you can wake up yourself.

Haiming's legs were weak and his head was covered with cold sweat. He held a knife and approached the door. He was building himself up mentally, to cheer himself up, and he just opened the door to drive away the ghost.

With a 'click' sound, the lock on the door turned.

Father Hai, who didn't get a response outside the door for a long time, panicked. He thought his son had an accident in the house, so he hurriedly found the key and was going to open the door to have a look.

But this move was the last straw that broke Haiming's tense and fearful heartstrings.

He didn't expect that the door would be opened. Under the intense panic and the 'death threat', Haiming screamed and raised the knife. He regarded the father who opened the door as a 'ghost' in a nightmare, and directly swung the knife down.

"Go to hell! He Zhaosheng, you go to hell!"

Father Hai never expected that the moment he opened his son's door, he would be greeted with hacks and slashes. His neck was cut several times, and blood spattered.

The young relatives on the side were so frightened that their minds were split and they were all dumbfounded.

"Hai, brother Haiming? You, what are you doing..."

Before he could finish speaking, Hai Ming, whose eyes were red and his face was covered with blood, shifted his crazy eyes to him, raised his knife and rushed at him again.

After the two wrestled, the house was in a mess, **** and muddy

.

There were two corpses lying on the ground, both of them were full of surprise, frozen in the confusion and pain of death.

Haiming, who was sitting slumped on the ground, was covered in blood, fell to the ground and laughed twice: "Dead..."

"Whoever haunts me, whether it's a human or a ghost... die!"

He sat quietly for a while, his broken emotions calmed down a little, and he gradually realized that the silence in the room was very strange.

It stands to reason that he had already broken He Zhaosheng in a 'dream', and now it's time to get out of this dream.

But a few minutes passed, and there was no change in the 'dream'.

The living room was full of blood, and the dead bodies of his father and another person were lying on the ground, and they seemed to be staring at him.

And he also had scars from being beaten and scratched when he was fighting with a young relative just now, and the pain slowly spread, stimulating his nerves.

Haiming, who was quite sure that he was 'dreaming', felt an ominous premonition in his heart.

At this moment, the door on the first floor was knocked again.

"Haiming, open the door. We are officers from the Fengcheng Police Department. We are here to ask you some questions..."

Haiming couldn't tell whether he was dreaming or reality, and couldn't tell whether there was a man or a ghost outside the door, and his spirit collapsed.

He didn't dare to look at the tragic situation on the ground, and he couldn't accept that he seemed to have killed his father with his own hands;

So it must be a dream now.

"Wake up, wake up quickly!" Haiming slapped himself twice, "This is a dream... This is a dream!"

He stumbled up and walked to the living room window.

The police officers outside the door were about to knock again, but Gu Zhisang, who could smell a faint smell of blood behind him, had already frowned:

"Stop knocking, make room for me."

With a little bit of energy, she raised her foot and kicked the door panel with a bang, directly smashing open the security door of the villa.

When the people outside rushed into the room, what they saw was blood all over the floor, and the back of Haiming who jumped from the living room window while shouting "this is a dream".

When the police rushed to the two people lying on the ground to try to rescue them, and went downstairs to look for Haiming, Gu Zhisang walked to the wide open bedroom door with his lips pursed, entered and picked up the mobile phone inside.

The cracked screen was still on, and it was gloomy.

A member of the spirit group walked up to her, "Director Gu, the two people outside are dead."

"That He Zhaosheng...?"

"Run away." Gu Zhisang frowned and said: "It is very smart, and it learns quickly by inferring other things from one instance."

Just like being teased to death by Haiming, He Zhaosheng, who became a ghost after death, is not reconciled.

It is different from ordinary ghosts full of resentment, it can even be said to be patient and very calm, playing a game of chess to 'entertain' those enemies.

It also chose to use deceit and tricks to trick Haiming around.

Hearing that, the members of the police station sighed, "What should we do then?"

Gu Zhisang pondered for a moment, and said, "Let's see if Haiming is dead or alive, and let's overturn the plagiarism case and retrial. As for He Zhaosheng..."

Judging from various details and traces, she believes that the reason and purpose of this ghost that can shuttle on the Internet is not as simple as it appears on the surface, it is just for revenge.

Like Xiao Nu in Tianyun Village, it seems to be shrouded in a cloud of mist behind it, with a pair of invisible big hands.