"We've encountered two ghosts now, Wang Yang met one, so in total, there are three ghosts."
"There are three other ghosts in this hallway, so we can't relax too much, we need to be vigilant," Zhao Yan said seriously.
"Really? How come we didn't encounter any?"
"Miss Zhao is really good at creating live stream effects."
"Miss Zhao, you really know how to do live streams."
Zhao Yan spread her hands in resignation.
Whether they believed her or not, Zhao Yan gave a look to the cameraman.
The cameraman immediately followed.
They also really wanted to understand why Zhao Yan, who started with the lowest popularity, had suddenly become the most popular in the live stream.
A small streamer with four thousand followers, her popularity had increased too quickly.
They didn't understand.
Zhao Yan had been to the fourth floor once before; the fake Wang Yang she was chasing had disappeared in the fourth-floor corridor.
She always felt that the fourth floor was suspicious. The Yin energy here was too heavy, affecting her Yin-Yang eyes.
If it hadn't affected her Yin-Yang eyes, there wouldn't have been so many problems.
"Room 404, have we been inside this room?" Zhao Yan asked the cameraman behind her.
The cameraman shook his head, "No, we went into room 406. Actually, there are many rooms on the fourth floor that we haven't entered."
Zhao Yan hummed in acknowledgment. Not all room doors could be opened.
Some rooms were locked, the locks were so rusted that they couldn't be opened at all.
Some rooms had glass installed on the outside, and some rooms only had a door.
This limited the conditions for going into other rooms.
Room 404 had no windows, only a door.
The lock on this door appeared to be locked, but it wasn't properly secured. With a slight twist, the lock could be opened.
"Let's go, cameraman," Zhao Yan said softly.
The cameraman took a deep breath and followed behind Zhao Yan.
Zhao Yan shone her flashlight inside, and the other three streamers also followed.
As they walked, they spoke to the camera, telling their viewers about the situation here.
Zhao Yan walked around the rooms, looking into each one.
This apartment seemed more rudimentary than the others.
There were no sofas or televisions, only wooden furniture like dining tables and wardrobes.
There were very few electrical appliances.
"Bathtub."
Zhao Yan pushed open the bathroom door. There was a bathtub in the bathroom.
She shone her flashlight along the edge of the bathtub. After looking, she noticed many scratches on the edge of the bathtub.
Zhao Yan stood on the bathtub. Even though the bathtub was covered in dust.
"Cameraman, someone died. Was she found in the bathtub?" Zhao Yan asked softly.
"Yes, her name was Bai Jing. She was twenty-seven years old and lived alone. If her body hadn't started to smell rotten and been noticed by neighbors, no one would have known she had died in her room," the cameraman replied.
Zhao Yan said she understood and slowly lay down on the bathtub.
Most of the doors in Bai Jing's apartment seemed locked, but were not properly secured. Was this something she did intentionally or unintentionally?
If she did it intentionally, wouldn't she be too lonely, wanting someone to notice her?
Humans are always social animals. After being lonely for too long, they can develop mental illnesses.
Zhao Yan was just thinking aloud, imagining what she would think if she were Bai Jing.
"I am Bai Jing, I am Bai Jing, I am Bai Jing..."
Zhao Yan repeated the words continuously.
The more she chanted, the more different she felt. The surrounding conversations changed from noisy to very quiet.
It was as if no one was in the room.
She wanted to open her eyes, but felt as if something was covering them the moment she tried to open them.
She heard a splashing sound.
Zhao Yan could clearly feel that there seemed to be water in the bathtub.
The water slowly rose, covering her stomach and gradually reaching her chest.
Zhao Yan turned her head, feeling something slowly approaching her, slowly coming to the bathtub, and slowly lying down.
Suddenly, she felt the bathtub becoming crowded.
It was as if someone else was beside her.
"Cut it off, it doesn't hurt!"
Feeling a cold breath on her ear, Zhao Yan muttered a spell and quickly opened her eyes.
"Hoo!" Zhao Yan took a deep breath.
Looking at the bathtub, there was nothing in it. Just as she was about to relax, she noticed a faint scratch mark on her arm.
The scratch had only exposed a white line on her skin.
She quickly looked to her left.
She saw a woman standing at the doorway, her hands hanging down, blood dripping from her wrists.
Her entire body was wet, and she was just standing at the doorway, looking at Zhao Yan.
She opened her mouth and spoke to Zhao Yan, but no sound came out.
"Miss Zhao..." Seeing Zhao Yan in a daze, the cameraman first looked towards the doorway. Seeing nothing, he raised his hand and waved it in front of her a few times.
"It's nothing," Zhao Yan said softly and stood up from the bathtub.
Recalling the woman's lip movements, she opened her mouth and mimicked the sound, "I don't want to die."
"Is that right?"
"I, don't, want, to, die!"
"That's it, the lip-sync is correct!"
Zhao Yan tried several times and confirmed that the lip-sync was completely accurate.
"The information shows that this ghost died by suicide. Why does she not want to die?"
"Could there be a third-party reason?" Zhao Yan muttered softly.
As Zhao Yan stepped out of the bathtub, another streamer behind her immediately lay down as soon as she stood up.
The reason was that he saw the live stream's popularity increase slightly when Zhao Yan lay down, and he wanted to imitate Zhao Yan's actions.
"You can't lie in this bathtub," Zhao Yan warned.
The reason she dared to lie down was that her Yang energy was different from ordinary people.
And this bathtub had a death in it before, so there was resentment.
"If you can lie in it, why can't I?"
Being retorted, Zhao Yan shrugged, "Then lie down."
Zhao Yan recognized this streamer; his name was Shi Yanlei.
He had previously asked Zhao Yan about her follower count. He was very enthusiastic when asking, but when he learned that Zhao Yan only had over four thousand followers, he ignored her.
Zhao Yan was about to see if the female ghost would appear.
Shi Yanlei was smiling when he lay down, but the moment his body was fully in the bathtub, his smiling face instantly vanished.
His brows furrowed, his expression became serious, then conflicted, and finally he gritted his teeth, making a grinding sound.
Zhao Yan observed the surroundings and found that Shi Yanlei was showing signs of suffocation and drowning.
Although the bathtub was empty, he was acting like a drowning person.
He placed his right hand on the back of his head, pressing his head forcefully towards the bottom of the bathtub.