Chapter 12: Chapter 11: Don't be disrespectful... you have to believe

"Hello. At this moment we have two hundred and eighty-four spectators. After receiving news from fans about the new ghost hunting location, we immediately drove in the car and now we are here.”

The phone had its camera running and took a picture of the panorama in front of it. It was a young YouTuber who was at the entrance to the forest, in a dark area where the light couldn't reach. The environment is calm, silent, without the noise of living beings. The yellow tape that the police had put up was still there, but he just took it off and entered the area, rotating the camera to show white spray indicating various locations at the scene.

"Let's get out of here." Said one of the young people who was with him when the camera was pointed at him.

“Look at this, my viewers told me that there was a murder here just a few days ago. There were seven victims. “This area is known for being very scary.”

“Someone asked how the situation was,” said a young man who was in charge of reading viewers' comments.

“I read that the bodies were hanging, or hanged. I guess from this big tree here.”

The host created an atmosphere by speaking loudly, causing the friends accompanying him to be surprised. In the silence of a forest like this, only they dared to make a sound.

“I'm shocked, Jump.” The other young man holding a large camera following him kicked him to get his attention.

“Someone is asking if we will meet a new ghost.”

“Of course, the soul that was murdered must surely hold some grudge. Maybe we will see some spirit.”

“Hey guys, come take a look, there's a doll over here.” The four of them looked at the same thing, a distorted clay doll. The doll is the figure of a person holding a child close to his chest. A tiger's head is twisted backwards.

“She looks like a doll, everyone. Look, we found a doll. They see her?"

“Jump, don't touch anything, it may be cursed,” protested the only woman in the group, because normally, it is believed that these dolls are used to ward off misfortune. They doubted anyone had left it there, or perhaps the killer himself was still lurking around. Jump made a low noise and took control of the broadcast again, and laughing, he threw the clay doll at the cameraman.

“Damn Jump,” the cameraman did not catch it, and turned to avoid it. As a result, the doll fell to the ground and the head detached from the body.

“Come on, we're a ghost hunting channel. If I don't do this, will there be a ghost I can see? If one of us sees it, it will definitely increase the viewership.” He said as if challenging his friends. The words echoed in the silence of the forest, but suddenly the sound of crows crying loudly echoed throughout the area.

“Come on Jump, let's go back,” the girl began to look left and right anxiously.

“I agree with Phi Dear. I had goosebumps since we entered this forest. Hey, I think this place is unusual.”

“Hey, this is normal, let's continue Two.”

"What do you mean?"

“There is a legend that this place used to be a cemetery for corpses with no relatives before, Bomb. In addition, there have been dozens of accidents. If you don't call that a mystery, what do you call it? Ha ha."

“What the hell is that sound?” Two was shocked until he heard the story from his friend, who had invited him to create this ghost hunting channel.

“Well, they're just bugs Two. You're really scared. Go Go! Let's keep going." The four of them walked around and observed the scene while taking photographs of the surroundings. Jump's voice was the only thing that could be heard in the middle of the silent forest. He was chatting with the live audience, relaxed, unlike the other three who were following him anxiously.

“Will there be any problems with the police?” Jump read a viewer's question that appeared on the screen. “Oh, there won't be any. At this point the police are probably no longer interested in this place because all the evidence must have been gathered by now.”

Jack, jack, jack

A sound from behind the bushes made the four of them suddenly stop walking. The light from their flashlights flickered before going out, leaving only darkness and darkness, only the light of the phone that was still transmitting.

“Please, brothers and sisters, please come back and I will pay my respects,” Bomb pleaded, clasping his hands in a strange salute.

“Oh, Jump, let's go back!” Dear immediately added in fear.

“I prefer to return. “Jump, I’ll go wait for you in the car.” Bomb turned and walked out, with Two and Dear hurriedly following him. So only Jump was left, who was still walking around holding his camera phone and taking photos alone at that moment.

“Those bastards are crazy. Okay, viewers. Today I will definitely take you to see this mysterious head in the forest. We already started this hunt, so we just have to finish the challenge, let's go.” Jump took a photo before changing angles.

He positioned the camera so his audience could see what he was doing. Once it was in place, he grabbed his lighter and held it up as he explained to his spectators: “That's just an incense stick over there,” he said. “which would be used for funerary ceremonies, and stuff.”

Jump aimed for the tip of the painting before the fire was completely extinguished. Only a cloud of white smoke remained floating in the air. He managed to place the incense sticks upside down, placing the burning side on the ground. When he saw the satisfactory results, he approached the camera again to communicate with viewers at home.

“It is said that putting them upside down invokes spirits. If I find one, I will ask him who the murderer is because the police suck, what do you think?”

The sound of footsteps touching leaves behind him made Jump turn and look. "Who is it?" he muttered softly to himself, before turning to read the comments again.

[What is that shadow behind?]

[It looks like a woman.]

[Has anyone else seen a dark shadow?]

[Isn't that the shadow of a man?]

[It's scary.]

[Points the camera there again.]

[Do it again.]

[ Again.]

He was bombarded with so many comments he could barely read them. That made the young YouTuber happy at heart. In the past, his small channel did not have many viewers. Most of them left negative comments saying it was unrealistic, fake and meaningless. But suddenly someone sent an email telling him about the murder case and this place. The first day he posted on social media. After that, people started paying attention because it was a case that had just happened and not many people knew about it. He immediately invited his group of friends to come here. Although he would have liked to arrive earlier, while they were getting ready, it was 3 a.m.

As Jump continued reading the comments, he felt a chill. followed by a tingling down his spine, for no reason his heart started beating very fast, but he still tried to maintain his composure, because if he acted scared in front of the camera, the audience would probably think badly of him.

“I'll go pick up the Siakkaban doll again. I don’t know where it fell, where did I throw it?” Jump acted kindly, fought off the fear and walked to the area where there were spray marks. He used the flashlight on his phone to scan the ground, and the image he saw on the ground at that moment was leaves, grass, and wet soil, but suddenly an image of bare feet appeared, pale white. There were patches of purple and green bruises. That told him that he knew that what he saw in front of him was definitely not a person. "Curse!!!"

Jump was shocked and fell backwards to the ground, dropping his phone, and stood up in fear.

[That? What are you surprised about?]

[Snake?]

[I don't see anything at all.]

[Are you hallucinating?]

[Are you kidding?]

At that time, Jump did not pay further attention to the comments. He moved forward to discover what he saw. But what was found was only emptiness.

Aren't you calling me? I came to find you!

The cold voice of the woman behind him made Jump's hand tremble. He no longer cared whether it was someone living or dead who appeared to him.

You called me.

You called me.

You called me.

You called me.

You called me.

I came to look for you to live with me!!!

Jump immediately got up and ran without paying attention to anything else. I just knew I had to get out of there to survive. He did not realize that he had left behind his phone that was still transmitting, and through which he could see the head of the Sikkaban doll that no one should touch.

…

August turned around again and raised his eyebrows sharply. There was a loud rattling sound that irritated him and didn't let him sleep anymore. The young inspector had to wake up. He walked down the stairs, and a pair of sharp eyes searched for the source of the sound. He found Thup at the kitchen counter.

"What are you doing."

“Oh!” The young man was startled and screamed when August approached, to find out what he was doing. Thup was tearing up a pig, and when he was caught he cut his finger.

“Why are you so scared Thup.”

“Sorry, did I wake you up?” Thup turned to ask with a worried expression on his face. “I usually wake up early, and I didn't know if you do too, so I was wondering whether to get up or not.”

“Oh,” Singha handed him a tissue and led him to sit at the dining table. He looked and saw that the wound was not very deep. This child should learn to take care of himself. "I'm sorry."

“You don't have to make that face.” Thup pursed his lips. He then walked to the wash to clean the wound.

“The emergency kit is in the upstairs cabinet.”

"Yeah."

“When you're done, go take a shower and get dressed.”

"Where we go?"

“We’ll go to work.”

The ringing of the doorbell in front of the house made him frown. He walked over to open the door curtain, and saw that the person who had come was the one he had just ended the call with the night before. “Why did you come?” Singha muttered to himself before opening the door. “Are you coming to fuck?”

“I came to pick you up,” King, who was leaning against the back of a luxury sports car, moved to perch on the fence of the house.

“Oh?”

“I just wanted to come.”

"So that?"

“We go to work together.”

“Who is Phi Sing?” Thup walked out the door with a ladle of rice in his hand. When he saw who was standing in front of the fence, he froze before bowing his head respectfully.

“Come and open the fence.” Singha didn't do what he was told. He simply stood up and looked at Thup with excitement in his eyes, to tell him.

“Go take a shower and then we’ll eat.”

“Yes Phi.”

“August, come and open the door.”

“You're not my father, you don't have to give me orders. Go back where you came from. “I can go on my own.” Singha closed the glass door without paying attention to the shouting person's words of protest.

“You're really not going to let him in Phi?”

“It's my house, whatever I do is my business.” Singha looked at the young man taking off his apron. “Then why are you holding the ladle?”

“Oh, I'm waiting to serve you rice.”

“Did you prepare rice and something else for me?”

“Yes, I am living in your house, I have to do something for you. Come and sit quickly.” He said as he pulled out a chair for her.

“Cleaning my entire house like you did isn't just 'doing something for me' , right? I didn't bring you home for that. “Did you cook all this?” replied Singha, annoyed. But the young man spoke enthusiastically.

“Well, I wasn't sure what you like to eat or not, but if there's anything in particular you want, just tell me and I'll make it for you.” Thup put two ladles of rice into a bowl before placing it in front of August.

“Help yourself too.”

“Yes, I will, Phi.”

“Do you plan to stay here until the case is closed?”

“Well, until I find the amulet necklace, right?”

“What if I say no?” Singha turned to look at him, raising an eyebrow. But what he saw was only a face like that of a grumpy dog.

“Singha!” A scream from outside the house made Singha sigh. He picked up the phone and dialed the station. After waiting for a while, someone answered the phone.

[Yes, inspector.]

“Come get King out of here.”

[Hey!? To Detective King?]

“Um, he's screaming in front of my house.”

[Shall I also take the documents to the inspector?]

"What documents?" Singha was talking on the phone while putting the fried vegetables in front of him into his mouth. The mild taste in his mouth made the young inspector look at Thup again. “Sit down and eat.”

“Didn't you say to go take a shower first?”

"Eat first while it's still hot." The figure smiled before sitting on the opposite side. “So what documents are they?”

[Last night, a group of four teenagers broke into the area where the incident occurred. We sent someone to look for them and then brought them to the station.]

“The four people, right?”

[Yes, the four of them are now waiting for the inspector to come to question them. They say they found a doll at the crime scene.]

"Doll? A broken doll? With the head of a tiger?”

[I'm not sure, Inspector.]

“Then I'll hurry up. But first, come get him out of here.”

[Yes sir.]

August hung up the phone before turning to look at where King was sitting on the hood of the car smoking. Her annoyed look didn't scare him at all.

“Did you invite him to come?”

“I didn't, he came without an invitation. Let it stay there.”

“But… I was invited, right?” Thup looked at him with bright eyes.

“You're stuck to me.”

Thup chuckled, because from the look on his face, the person who was probably scolding him wasn't serious, and what made him even happier was that the food he prepared was more or less to his liking.