Chapter 7: Thrilling Battlefield

I also had no mood to drink and chat with them, so I declined their invitation and ran back to my dormitory holding my belongings. To be honest, I really didn't want these guys to discover any suspicions. Getting involved in this kind of situation is not something to be proud of

I am feeling quite anxious, and then my phone chimed with a notification. To be honest, I used to love playing with my phone; it was almost by my side 24 hours a day. But now, when I hear the ringtone, it feels as if someone is urging me to meet my end.

"Oh? Zheng Yan, you are back! Let's have a drink together!" The speaker is a colleague named Cao Guangliang from another production line. I am not very familiar with him, but I am quite familiar with the girl he is holding in his arms.

The sea did not witness the scene before him, and naturally would not think otherwise. However, in the past two days, I have witnessed various bizarre images, and my mind involuntarily associates Di Xiaohu with them, especially with Di Xiaohu's girlfriend.

Didi ... ... Didi ... ...

At a glance, everything was covered in blood; dark red blood stained the sheets, the quilt, and even the bedside table was marked with conspicuous bloodstains, mixed with an inexplicable murky liquid, creating a living heap of garbage. Being in this room instantly induced a sense of dizziness and the urge to vomit

This foul odor is different from the usual smell of sweat on Di Xiaohu; it resembles the stench of something rotting. I am reminded of the scene of blood flowing from Di Xiaohu's shorts, and the more I think about it, the more unsettling it becomes. Di Xiaohu's condition has been too strange these past two days

I wiped away a layer of sweat, opened my phone to take a glance, and at that moment, my heart sank. The message was from none other than a familiar name, Zhong Ai Yi Sheng

What the heck! Isn't this the nickname of the mobile phone store owner? Didn't the owner already pass away? How can he still send me messages?

Where are the people? Where have the two of them gone now?

I held my phone, unsure of how to respond. The phone was sold to the boss with the little mustache. Could it be that he has come to demand an explanation from me?

The voice was very low and boisterous, with the pitch deliberately elongated. It sounded as if it had sprung forth from a bellows.

Xu Xiaohong is wearing a plaid dress today, her hair dyed yellow, and she has applied bright red lipstick. She glanced up at me and suddenly kissed Cao Guangliang on the forehead.

One can carefully listen to this sound; it is not the voice of the little mustache. The voice of the little mustache is sharp, short of breath, and does not sound as terrifying.

As I hung up the phone with Master Ma, I also exited the flower shop. The surroundings were pitch black, eerily quiet; although it was only seven o'clock in the evening, the place felt chillingly desolate. At a glance, there was not a trace of life to be seen, making it seem as if I were the only living person on this fortune-telling street.

I am not a human

That girl is none other than Xu, who has been flirting with me, also known as Xiao Hong from www.hetushu.com, the one who received the call from Da Hai about finding the phone

Returning to the dormitory, I finally spotted a few living souls on the floor. Several colleagues from the factory were having a gathering in the dormitory after work. I glanced through the window and saw about five or six people gathered in the dormitory, drinking and chatting, creating a lively atmosphere

The other party quickly replied to me with two consecutive messages: "Hehe ... ..."

I instinctively turned around, but behind me was a pitch-black expanse where nothing was visible, and the footsteps suddenly ceased.

Thinking of this makes my back feel cold; I've had enough bad luck these past few days. How could Di Xiaohu also get caught up in this matter

By the time I left the construction site, it was already evening. I hurried to the fortune-telling street and spent two hundred yuan to buy several bags of black dog blood, as well as a few extra sheets of red paper. With great trepidation, I wrapped up Jin Shanshan's birth date and time, and to guard against any unforeseen events, I also spent money on talismans and trigrams to ward off evil spirits. I was determined to drive away that female ghost.

I hurriedly dialed Di Xiaohu's mobile phone again, but it was still turned off. I then called several colleagues and even contacted Dahai, but none of them knew where Di Xiaohu had gone. Dahai comforted me, saying that Di Xiaohu was probably out having fun with his girlfriend and that I shouldn't worry, as he would likely be back soon.

I forcefully lifted the wooden door and twisted the lock twice, and the door was pulled apart from the bookshelf. I cannot explain why, but I felt particularly anxious, as if there was an ominous premonition. Something must have happened to Di Xiaohu. This morning, when I saw his face, it was pale, like that of a corpse, devoid of any color.

However, when I leaned by the door and took a whiff, I immediately felt something was amiss; a faint, fishy odor wafted out from the crack in the door.

After hesitating for a long while, I mustered the courage to shout at the one I cherished for a lifetime: "You... who the hell are you? Who are you?"

On the street of Fortune-Telling Lane, a woman's figure stands tall. In the hazy night, I cannot clearly see her face, yet she gazes directly at me, remaining motionless with her hands on her hips, ... like a statue ...

Creak... The wooden door was pushed open with a sound, and a strong, foul odor immediately assaulted me, making my head spin in an instant. When I opened my eyes and took a look, I was instantly dumbfounded

The other party sent a voice message, which nearly caused my phone to slip from my hand in fright

After glancing at the time, it was nearly 9 o'clock. I turned on all the incandescent lights, desk lamps, and any other light sources in the dormitory, including the computer speakers.

Is it Jin Shanshan? That female ghost with the umbrella

As I passed by Di Xiaohu's dormitory, I deliberately stopped to listen to the sounds inside. At that moment, there was no noise, and I thought to myself that these two had finally quieted down.

Besides Xiao Hu, who else could send me this information? ... The last video of Xiao Hu hanging was also sent by this nickname, and the omen of death was also sent by it

Dong dong ... ... dong dong ... ...

I shivered and hurriedly took a taxi, fleeing as if my life depended on it. Throughout the journey, my heart felt suspended in mid-air. I had no idea what kind of tricks that female ghost was plotting to torment me. I had truly had enough. Tonight, even if it meant risking my life, I was determined to spill the blood of the dog. At worst, it would just mean death.

I understand her meaning; I thought to myself that even if you were to hug a pig, I wouldn't have the mood to pay attention to you. I have never had any interest in you at all

After purchasing these items, I called Master Ma to confirm. Master Ma cautiously instructed me a few things, assuring me not to worry as long as I followed his methods, the female ghost would disappear forever

After walking only a few steps, I sensed something was amiss; there was an unintentional, fragmented sound of footsteps behind me

I hurriedly retreated from the room, the nauseating vomit had already risen to my throat; if I stayed for another second, I would be utterly sick. What on earth were Di Xiaohu and that woman doing in this room? How could it have ended up like this?

I specifically chose a comedy film by Stephen Chow to release my inner fears, but as I watched, bizarre images of Jin Shanshan and the mobile phone store owner kept surfacing in my mind, and any scene could evoke related associations

Thinking of this, I quickened my pace towards the place with the streetlight and the library. By the time I reached the bus stop on the road, I was already panting and drenched in sweat. I glanced back and couldn't help but feel my legs go weak.

Strange, hasn't this place always been deserted? Where is that sound of footsteps coming from? I felt a tightening in my chest; it wasn't even midnight yet. Could it be that Jin Shanshan is coming out to collect souls?

I knocked on the door and called out twice, but there was no response from inside. I took out my phone to call Di Xiaohu, but it was also turned off. I thought to myself, could something have happened again

Is it Zheng Yan

What kind of woman could turn Di Xiaohu into that? Even a professional wouldn't be able to withstand such torment. I recall a movie where a female ghost specifically sleeps with men, ultimately draining their yang energy and leaving them completely depleted. Could this woman be of the same nature?

The girlfriend whom I have never met, I have not seen her appearance, nor have I heard her voice, yet I have an inexplicable feeling about this girlfriend that is strangely elusive

I stopped overthinking and hurried back to my dormitory, clutching the ghost-catching tools. I called Master Ma, hoping he could offer me some advice, but the call went straight to voicemail. I really wanted to smash this phone; I was almost scared to death, and yet everyone seemed to be unavailable!

This is hardly a place to sleep; it resembles a makeshift slaughterhouse. The room is in complete disarray, with food, drinks, and tissues scattered everywhere, especially on the bunk bed where Di Xiaohu sleeps