Mysterious Revival-Chapter 704 - 671 Affected Images

This old projector was a supernatural item that predicted people's deaths.

As incredible as it sounds, whether the death scenes that it portrayed were the result of a curse from the projector or genuinely premonitory was unknown.

Yang Jian observed the man named Yamazaki with a hint of interest. He wanted to see what kind of death this fellow would meet and whether the mysterious projector was really as effective as rumored.

"Haha, a death scene for Yamazaki? Interesting, now you've piqued my curiosity too."

"Don't embarrass yourself in front of Mister Yang."

"Hopefully, Yamazaki, you won't die too horribly."

The other core members of the Exorcism Club laughed, some out of curiosity and others sarcastically.

President Mishima wore a smile, tacitly allowing all this to happen. To him, it was a great show. The supernatural item had been tested and posed no risk, or else he wouldn't dare to use it so casually.

But Yang Jian's guard remained unaltered.

Because he had encountered many supernatural items in the past, each one potentially fatal.

At that moment, Yamazaki approached the old hand-cranked projector. His smile gradually faded into a more serious expression. Although it was a game, he was also looking forward to his own death scene. Of course, that alone was not enough for him to step forward.

The real reason he decided to do so was that he had been chased by a fierce ghost previously in Kobe City.

Even though he had come to Osaka, Yamazaki was uncertain whether the ghost had let him off or if it would still pursue him.

Therefore, Yamazaki needed an answer.

Soon.

Yamazaki grasped the handle next to the projector and began to crank it.

The projector started to clatter, seemingly with gears rusted and something stuck in them, making its operation less than smooth. There were odd noises, but those were not the focus. Instead, as Yamazaki turned the crank of the old projector, Yang Jian felt his unease intensifying.

It was as if a fierce ghost was about to come back to life.

No.

This was not an illusion.

At that moment, the bright lights in the room dimmed slightly, releasing some unknown supernatural power.

The black film reel spun with the operation of the machine; it was completely blank, and under normal circumstances, it would be impossible to display anything. It was a discarded reel of film.

However, the projector was now emitting a faint light. The yellowed light flickered erratically, and suddenly a black-and-white image was projected onto the wall beside it.

In an instant.

Everyone's gaze was drawn to that image.

"Indeed, it is a very peculiar cursed item."

Yang Jian squinted his eyes; he had not detected a curse on Yamazaki. Although he felt uneasy, the people around him were unaffected.

The black-and-white image began unclear and flickering but gradually steadied, and an image started to appear.

The projection showed a city street.

"That's the streetscape of Osaka," President Mishima announced immediately, even pinpointing the exact location.

"Is Yamazaki going to die in this city?" someone asked in surprise.

This was supposed to be one of the safest cities in Japan. If Yamazaki died here, did it mean that ghosts would invade this place too?

The smallest of clues can reveal the most terrifying details.

Quickly, the scene kept playing, but the surroundings did not change; instead, the camera moved from up to down, capturing the ground, to the viewers' astonishment. A pale, dead man's head lay quietly beside a drain.

The head's eyes were wide open, filled with fear and disbelief, as if refusing to close in death.

Near the head, a headless corpse lay on the street, motionless, with blood spilling all around.

"That's Yamazaki's body; his head fell off and he died. What in the world is this about? How could he die so strangely in this city? Could it be that a supernatural event will happen here too?"

At this moment, Yamazaki, still operating the projector, had a particularly ugly look on his face.

He roughly understood what was going on.

Yamazaki had seen this way of dying before, right after he encountered that fierce ghost in Kobe City, except that time the victim was not him but Tianye.

Could it be that his future was doomed to not escape the ghost's attack?

"Yamazaki died so simply, does it mean that a supernatural event is likely to happen here soon?"

"No, that's not right. There are vehicles and pedestrians in the corner of that image, which suggests that the city was still quite normal when Yamazaki died; no significant supernatural events occurred, or else it would be impossible to see cars and pedestrians on the streets."

"There's something happening. Look, it seems like someone is coming over."

Suddenly, someone exclaimed, pointing at the image projected on the wall.

At that moment, clearly, a figure in the image was approaching Yamazaki's body. It was just a moment, but everyone realized something was wrong. Normally, no one would dare approach a body on the street; anyone who would had to be abnormal.

The angle of the footage was somewhat low.

All they could see was someone in leather shoes and dress pants coming closer, but the shot only went as high as the knees; anything above that was not captured in the frame.

This was a downside of the eerie projection machine; the scene could not be manually adjusted. Whatever was broadcasted was all that could be seen, so no matter how curious or anxious one was, it was useless. The amount of information a future death scene could reveal was unpredictable.

The man in leather shoes drew nearer, seemingly ignoring the Dead Man's Head and the corpse on the ground, walking as if he were just like any normal person.

"That's a ghost,"

Yang Jian, resting his head in his hands while watching the footage, suddenly spoke up with calmness.

"Although I had my suspicions, why are you so certain, Mister Yang?" a man sitting in front of a table nearby asked.

"The footage has been recorded, and with minimal analysis it's easy to conclude. If I lacked even this level of perception and judgment, I would have long been dead in a supernatural event," Yang Jian said with great certainty.

He had been almost certain within three seconds after those approaching feet appeared.

At this moment, President Mishima asked, "May I inquire, Mister Yang, what is the basis for your judgment?"

"It's the gait. The steps in the footage are too steady and heavy, and the distance between each step is exactly the same, like that of a stiff corpse. This kind of walking style is impossible for a living person; only ghosts walk like this. It's easy to distinguish if you've had more encounters,"

"If I were on the scene, just by hearing the footsteps I could tell if it's a human or a ghost," Yang Jian said, not minding sharing a bit of his experience.

When faced with a real ghost, what counts is not so much this bit of experience but rather adaptability and quick decision-making, because one wrong step in a supernatural event can mean death, and even for a spirit manipulator, the margin for error is very high.

"Mister Yang really does have extraordinary experiences," President Mishima exclaimed in admiration.

Being able to distinguish a malevolent ghost at a glance implies numerous encounters with spirits. Usually, such people are long dead, but if one manages to survive, it is undoubtedly a terrifying existence.

Upon hearing Yang Jian say this, everyone else became even more certain of their previous conjecture.

The one who took down Yamazaki, the man in the leather shoes appearing on the screen, was a ghost.

But the footage was still playing; it hadn't cut off yet.

Very soon.

The ghost in the leather shoes and dress pants had already reached the side of Yamazaki's head and seemed to have stopped there, standing still and no longer moving forward.

"Hiss hiss!"

The lights flickered, and the projection on the wall warped and blurred as if some mysterious force was meddling with the emergence of the image.

Finally, when the owner of the leather shoes turned around facing this way,

The image on the wall flashed for an instant and then disappeared completely.

Albeit the hand-cranked projection machine was still spinning, the eerie scene from before no longer appeared; all had settled down.

"It's over. Was that the death scene of Yamazaki just now? I concur with Mister Yang's deduction; the one in leather shoes and dress pants, who walked all the way here, is indeed a ghost."

"So, Yamazaki was killed by a ghost,"

"What kind of ghost could appear in Osaka and take down Yamazaki?"

Everyone was discussing animatedly, feeling astonished, incredulous, and at the same time deeply concerned because if a ghost could take down Yamazaki, it meant it could do the same to them.

This place was no longer safe.

Nobody wants to encounter a ghost while walking down the street and die a mysterious death one day.

At this moment, Yamazaki's expression turned grim.

He knew what the footage just now implied; he knew that ghost.

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If the prediction was accurate, he would soon die here, killed by that ghost.

"Yamazaki, how do you feel after seeing your own death scene? Must be tough, huh?" someone said with a laugh.

Yamazaki didn't speak, his brow deeply furrowed, showing great unease within.

"Are there more terrifying ghosts lurking in the cities nearby? As expected, the Door Knocking Ghost event was just a bit more influential, but in reality, the hidden terror is no less dangerous than the Door Knocking Ghost incident. Now, President Mishima has quite the headache," Yang Jian thought to himself.

The Terror Level of that ghost was extremely high.

Even the eerie projection machine couldn't display the ghost's appearance, and even after it came close, the image was affected and disappeared right away.

Everyone knew what this meant.

"The ending of Yamazaki has indeed piqued my interest, I also want to see what my death scene is like? President Mishima probably won't suggest that I give it a try,"

At that moment, a person stood up. He was a young man in a suit, his complexion not healthy, ashen and dark, his head shape somewhat odd, as if it had been forcibly twisted by something.

"This is Mister Jin Chuan, a key member of the Exorcism Club," Keiko whispered from the side.

She was introducing this unfamiliar man to Yang Jian, but that was as far as she went; she didn't know much about these core members.

Yang Jian checked the time; he would leave after the party ended in an hour.

But the show was still going on, and he didn't mind continuing to watch.