Atlas of Heaven and Man.

Chapter 103 Old Photos

At this time, Chen Chuan looked at the "second me" very calmly. The virtualized effect appeared as expected, and the degree was even deeper than yesterday.

He remembered the reminder in the information that he must not look at the front of the figure, so his eyes did not shift in that direction, but remained on the screen.

However, the stimulation of the alienated tissue cannot be ignored at this moment. In order to prevent it from growing wildly, he has to continue to guide it with breathing methods.

Ignoring the unpredictable additional damage, the impact this time is actually much greater than the effect of drug penetration.

He completely ignored the interference from the outside world and concentrated on doing his own thing, just like he did during training, because he still had the second me as a line of defense. As long as the second me existed, he didn't have to worry about anything else.

Time passed slowly, and at a certain moment, he suddenly realized that the signs of the second self disappearing suddenly disappeared. He took a breath, waited for a while, slowly turned his head to look to the side, and saw that the seat was empty, with nothing there.

He adjusted his breathing slightly, stood up, walked out of the seats, and after leaving the corridor, he asked the assistant waiting there to say hello to Manager Huang, said that he would come again tomorrow, and left.

When he got outside, it was still early in the morning and the sky was still dark. As he got on the car that was taking him back from the cinema, he suddenly felt that something was wrong.

I touched my body and found that some parts of my clothes were untied. I didn't know if it was an illusion. Under the light, it seemed to have faded a little. I was also thoughtful.

The information Cheng Zitong gave him did not mention that the position of the figure would change, and naturally there was no explanation or response to this situation.

What he was thinking about now was what caused this, and whether it was because he led the alienated organization?
This is not impossible. If you were to say that this was the only thing he did, it was this. I think no one before him had ever attempted this, but this was something he had to do. He could not allow the alienated tissue to grow at will, and he had to restrain it.

He thought about it again. It would take three days to eliminate this strange story. But on the second day, it moved to his side. He had to wonder what would happen on the third day. Would it overlap with him? Or go to another place?

If so, how should we deal with it?

After I get back, I can ask Cheng Zitong about this. After all, this teacher has done in-depth research in this area.

After returning to school, he took a short nap and got up at around eight in the morning, washed up and prepared to go out. He originally planned to wear the coat he wore yesterday, but after taking it in his hand and touching it, he found that it was indeed a little older, but it was only the coat, and the inner clothes and the watch he was wearing didn't seem to be affected.

He thought about it, changed his clothes, went out, went to a public phone and dialed a number.

After the call was connected, Cheng Zitong's voice came out: "Xiao Chuan, you're calling me at this time. Are you in trouble?"

Chen Chuanshuo said: "Teacher, I do have a question. This is what happened." He gave a brief account of what had happened to him a few hours ago.

After listening to this, Cheng Zitong thought for a moment and said, "It's not convenient to talk about this over the phone. Don't worry. I'll come to you at noon and give you a solution."

Chen Chuan said hello and hung up the phone.

He was not affected at all and continued with his daily training. At noon, Cheng Zitong came over and said to him, "Let's go eat first and talk while we eat."

Chen Chuan knew that he had a lot of things to do recently and was very busy, so he needed to make use of his meal time, so he followed Cheng Zitong. The two of them came to the teacher's box in the cafeteria. After sitting down and ordering food, Cheng Zitong asked some more details, thought for a while, and then said:

"I have never heard of a change in position before. Your situation is quite unique, but it may indeed be related to your guidance of the alienated organization.

Judging from past records, whether in ancient books or modern records, fighters like us are the ones most likely to see strange stories. There seems to be a natural attraction between the two.

Of course, ordinary people who see strange stories either don't survive, or if they survive by chance, they don't leave their names, so we can't make rash judgments based on this. Now let's look at your question. Do you think that next time this figure might move again, or even come to where you are?"

Chen Chuan said: "Students have indeed imagined this outcome."

Cheng Zitong said: "The simplest way to deal with this is to just give up the commission. Because strange stories like the Phantom in the Cinema are fixed in a certain area. As long as you leave there, there will be basically no danger. At most, some people may get sick or have a bad mental state for a period of time."

"Teacher, if the students choose to leave, then this strange story will always exist there, right?"

"Yes, and possibly more dangerous than before."

Chen Chuan looked up and said, "Then I am not ready to give up. Teacher, is there any other way?"

Cheng Zitong smiled and said, "I knew you wouldn't. In fact, the simplest way is to close your eyes, because the most taboo here is to see the face of the ghost. If you avoid this, you can avoid most of the dangers. However, considering the special situation, it is indeed not safe enough. There is something that can help you."

He reached out and took the briefcase, and took out an antique mirror that was so rusty that the surface was almost invisible. He said, "This thing is also a relic left after a certain ghost story was dealt with. Take it over tonight and put it in the seat behind you. Remember, it must be in the row behind you."

Chen Chuan took it and said, "Teacher, is this all that is needed?"

Cheng Zitong said: "That's all. Although the teacher has never encountered a situation like yours, he has studied ghost stories for so many years, so he must have some ways to deal with it. Otherwise, he wouldn't have asked you to take the commission.

But you have to know that this kind of thing is hard to say that there is no problem at all, nor does it mean that there are no other solutions. You can pay attention to it yourself. Ghost stories are extremely harmful to ordinary people and can easily kill them. We fighters have a better tolerance. This one is not the most dangerous, so the teacher believes that you can solve it. "Chen Chuan nodded, "Thank you, teacher."

Cheng Zitong smiled and said, "Let's eat first."

After eating here, Chen Chuan returned to the dormitory and started training again.

At six o'clock in the evening, after making some preparations, he took his bag and went out with a knife.

The cinema's car arrived on time and took him all the way to the Lanxiang Cinema. Now he was familiar with the way, so he said hello to Manager Huang's assistant and went straight to the theater.

After arriving here, he first took off the shoulder bag he was carrying and hung it outside the door, then took out the mirror from it, walked to the middle of the seats, opened the wooden legs of the frame behind the mirror, and placed it directly on the back seat.

After doing all this, I went to the front, sat down and started watching the movie.

This is indeed the largest cinema in the south of the city, with a wide selection of films. Today, they showed quite a few movies he had never seen before. This time, they were foreign movies, which allowed him to get a glimpse of other parts of the world.

As the movie played, the time gradually approached midnight.

He didn't wear a watch this time, so he couldn't observe the time accurately, so he just waited silently.

It seemed like a long time later, and very abruptly, the big screen flickered, and he seemed to feel a chill. Almost at the same time, the signs of the second me's virtuality suddenly appeared.

However, he did not see the figure, and it seemed that he was not in the seat next to him. If the ancient mirror was working, the ghost should be sitting behind him now.

Chen Chuan looked at the second me. The signs of emptiness there had exceeded the effectiveness of the medicine. Even without using the Xiqiao breathing method, he could feel that the alienated tissue had become abnormally active. Under this strong stimulation, the alienated tissue was growing and spreading continuously, even more intense than the last time.

He was mentally prepared for this, so he closed his eyes and used Professor He Xiaoxing's breathing method to guide it so as to prevent it from expanding wantonly.

During this process, he also discovered that the signs of virtualization not only did not weaken, but were gradually deepening. This sign indicated that the strange story seemed to be gradually approaching him, and it was even possible that it would really overlap with him in the end. However, he was unmoved and immersed himself in the guidance wholeheartedly.

This went on for a long time. At four in the morning, all of a sudden, the signs of weakness on the body and the chill all disappeared. It was not known whether it was a coincidence or a malfunction. The movie playing on the big screen also stopped abruptly.

Chen Chuan waited for a while before slowly opening his eyes, standing up, reaching out to grope around next to him, and found the flashlight placed there. After turning it on, he shook it twice, then walked out and came to the back row and put away the ancient mirror.

But just as he was about to leave, he suddenly realized something. He shone the flashlight twice, reached out and fumbled around, and took out an old, dusty photo from the gap between the backrest and the seat cushion.

He shone the flashlight again. The photo was about two inches in size and seemed to be of a woman. Because the photo was old and yellowed, the face was not very clear. One could only vaguely see that she had a slim figure, with thin hair hanging down to her ankles, and she was wearing what seemed to be an old theatrical costume.

He thought about it, put the thing away, walked out, and said something to Manager Huang's assistant, who ran out quickly. Not long after, Manager Huang ran over breathlessly. He wiped the sweat off his face with a handkerchief and said expectantly, "Mr. Chen?"

Chen Chuan said to him: "Manager Huang, the matter has been resolved."

Manager Huang was overjoyed. He came up and held his hand and shook it continuously. "Thank you, Mr. Chen. Thank you, Mr. Chen. You have helped us a lot."

Chen Chuanshuo said: "Manager Huang, you are too polite. I came here to deal with this matter."

"I still have to thank you. We have asked many people before, but they either couldn't get the job done or had no other options. We still have to thank Mr. Chen. He is indeed an expert. He solved the big problem with just one move."

Manager Huang's face was full of gratitude. "From now on, Mr. Chen will be the VIP guest of our Lanxiang Cinema. As long as Mr. Chen comes, we will definitely entertain him wholeheartedly."

Chen Chuan thought about it, took out the old photo, and showed it to him, "Manager Huang, I have a question for you. Can you recognize the person in this photo?"

Manager Huang came over to take a look and shook his head, but he seemed to remember something and said, "Mr. Chen, wait a minute, maybe someone recognizes it, but can I borrow the photo?"

"can."

Chen Chuan handed over the photo.

Manager Huang asked his assistant to greet Chen Chuan, and ran out with the photo. After waiting for about ten minutes, he came back panting. After catching his breath, he said, "Mr. Chen, I found out that the person in the photo is wearing an old costume from the theater. He should be an actor from the old troupe."

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(End of this chapter)