Late at night when the library was closed, Lin Zisheng heard the crisp sound of pages chewing on bones.
Zhou Xiaoyu's blue dress hangs on the chandelier, and her finger bones are soaked in formalin and glued to the spine of the seventh book in the third row of "The Complete Poems of the Tang Dynasty". The shadow hidden in the book whispered in her ear: "Your finger bones are more brittle."
From that day on, Lin Zisheng's ears became the receiver of the Yin and Yang world.
He could hear Shu Ni grinding his teeth in the ancient book: "There is a piece of skin missing on page 37. I need to use a science student's fingernails to patch it up."
Can distinguish blood-soaked writing in the cracks of the wall: "Whoever cleans the mirror at three o'clock in the morning will see that his own bones are smiling."
It can even capture the last bones of the deceased: "When it climbs up from the elevator shaft, its joints will make a clicking sound..."
Every ghost whisper is a reminder of death.
The cost of listening is far greater than death -
The bitterness of the book nightmare penetrated into the bone marrow along the ear canal, and the cold shadow's Yin Qi froze his body temperature. When Lin Zisheng was practicing ghost language pronunciation in front of the mirror, the man in the mirror was slowly slitting his own throat with broken glass.
"They are teaching you how to become the same kind." The scars of the night watchman glowed black and blue under the lamp.
There are more and more corpses on campus, some embedded in the wall as "book spines", and some soaked in water tanks as "specimens." Lin Zisheng clutched the bloody half of the photo and finally understood: People who can hear ghosts speak are never hunters, but sacrifices to be slaughtered.
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When the whole world is gnawing at the bones of living people, only the Whisperers can extract half of the breath of life from the whispers of ghosts.
