The Tech-Savvy Séance Ghosts of Zhongjie Tech

The night was dark and heavy with the humidity of summer, the air thick with the promise of storm. Zhongjie Tech College, a beacon of modern education, was abuzz with the sounds of students preparing for their final exams. Yet, in the quiet of Room 401, a different kind of excitement was brewing.

Three of the most tech-savvy students, Xiao Li, Wang Mei, and Zhang Hua, were huddled around a small, cluttered desk. The desk was strewn with wires, old tape recorders, and a computer screen flickering with strange symbols. This was no ordinary night for them.

"We've done all the research," Xiao Li declared, his voice tinged with excitement and a hint of nervousness. "We're going to prove that the dead can communicate with the living through technology."

Wang Mei, who had always been the skeptic, rolled her eyes. "And how exactly are we going to do that?"

Xiao Li grinned. "With this séance setup. We've got everything. The old school equipment to capture any paranormal activity, and the latest tech to amplify the signals."

The trio had been obsessed with the supernatural since they were kids, and their passion for technology had only fueled their curiosity. They believed that the right mix of old and new could unlock the secrets of the afterlife.

The room was silent, save for the hum of the computer and the occasional creak of the floorboards. Xiao Li set up the equipment, adjusting the volume and checking the connections. Wang Mei and Zhang Hua took their seats, their hearts pounding with a mix of fear and anticipation.

"Alright," Xiao Li said, his voice steady despite the racing thoughts. "Let's begin."

The séance commenced with the standard fare: asking questions, focusing on the energy in the room, and waiting for signs. The first few questions were met with nothing but silence. But as the night wore on, the room seemed to grow more charged.

"Are you here?" Xiao Li asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "Can you hear us?"

Suddenly, the computer screen flickered, and a strange noise filled the room. It was a low, rumbling sound, like distant thunder, but it didn't seem to come from anywhere. Zhang Hua's eyes widened as he recognized the sound from the old tape recorders they had set up.

"We're getting something," he whispered, his voice trembling. "It's a recording, but not from the tape."

Wang Mei's skepticism was replaced with a look of awe. "What kind of technology is this?"

Xiao Li's face was alight with excitement. "I think it's a signal from the other side. We're really doing it."

The questions continued, each one more personal and urgent. "Can you tell us your name?" Xiao Li asked. "Who are you?"

The computer screen began to show strange images, flickering and blurred, but clear enough to make out the figure of a woman. Her eyes were wide with fear, her mouth agape as if she were trying to scream.

"Who are you?" Xiao Li repeated, his voice breaking. "Please, tell us your name."

The figure vanished, leaving only the woman's voice, clear and piercing. "Zhongjie Tech... I need help."

The room fell into a tense silence. Xiao Li's hand trembled as he typed out a message on the computer. "Who are you? Why do you need help?"

The voice was immediate, a haunting echo of the woman's fear. "I was once a student here. They... they killed me. I need someone to stop them."

The room was enveloped in darkness, the only light coming from the computer screen. Xiao Li's fingers flew over the keyboard, typing out a plea. "Who killed you? Who do we need to stop?"

The screen flickered again, showing the same woman, her eyes filled with terror. "The administration. They... they're doing experiments on students. You must stop them."

The trio were frozen, their hearts pounding in their chests. They knew this was real, they knew it with every fiber of their being. But what could they do? How could they stop a faceless bureaucracy?

As they struggled to make sense of the situation, the room seemed to grow colder. The air was thick with a strange, metallic smell, and the floorboards creaked louder than before. Xiao Li looked up, his eyes wide with terror. The computer screen had gone black, and the room was silent except for the distant sound of thunder.

"Zhongjie Tech," the voice echoed in their minds. "Run. Save yourselves."

Without another word, the trio scrambled to their feet, their minds racing. They had to find the truth, they had to stop the experiments, they had to save themselves.

But as they rushed out of the room, the sound of the thunder grew louder, and the temperature dropped. The air was so cold that Xiao Li could see his breath. They ran down the hallway, the doors swinging shut behind them, and the lights flickering out.

The trio found themselves in the dark, their hearts pounding with a mix of fear and determination. They knew that their lives had changed forever, that they had seen things that could never be unseen, and that they had to find a way to stop the darkness that had descended upon Zhongjie Tech College.

As they made their way through the campus, the voices of the dead seemed to follow them, whispering their names, calling them to action. They knew that their journey was just beginning, and that they had to face the unknown with courage and determination.

The Tech-Savvy Séance Ghosts of Zhongjie Tech was not just a story of the supernatural; it was a tale of courage, of friendship, and of the unbreakable human spirit. It was a story that would forever be etched in the annals of the college, a reminder that sometimes, the most powerful technology is the power of the human heart.