Chapter 8: The Woman in Red Who Jumped from the Building

When breaking up with Peng Gang, he suddenly remembered something and said: "Lao Liu, I forgot to mention one thing about Ma Danlong. I once asked him how he knew that our family ran a company. Guess what he said? He said he could sense death. If someone is about to die and he is confident he can summon their soul back, he would investigate that person's background and personally go to the scene of death to provide rescue. This is a skill he uses to make a living." If someone is about to die and he is confident he can summon their soul back, he would investigate that person's background and personally go to the scene of death to provide rescue. This is a skill he uses to make a living.

This psychological state can be a fragment of memory

At this moment, the few plainclothes officers finished their conversation, came out of the building, and drove away. The administrator, known as Old Wang, stood at the entrance, waving goodbye. Observing the dense crowd of onlookers around him, he clasped his hands behind his back, furrowed his brow, and walked back to the reception room with a wise demeanor.

Perhaps I am too thick-skinned

Old Wang patted his thigh and exclaimed: "How pitiful. This morning, I had just gotten up, made my bed, washed my face, and was about to go out for a meal. As I reached the entrance of the building, I saw a dark shadow falling from the sky. It startled me so much that I jumped; before I could react, there was a loud bang, as if a large bag had suddenly burst, with red, yellow, and white splattering everywhere. You all know that the residents of our building lack manners, often throwing things down and spitting. I thought it was just someone’s junk being tossed down. But when I looked closely, my goodness, my grandmother, I almost wet myself from the shock. A living person had fallen into pieces. The blood, the flesh, the arms and legs, tsk tsk, it was indescribable. What was most terrifying was that this person was wearing a bright red nightgown."

I had already gotten up, but upon hearing this, I sat back down: "Are you implying that while your father was still alive, Ma Danlong mhetushu.com had already known he was going to die and could accurately predict the time of death"

Yes. Peng Gang smiled: "Is it frightening? Like the Grim Reaper."

A series of similar music tracks appeared on Baidu, and I clicked on each one to listen until I finally found that song. The entire melody is completely consistent with what Peng Gang hummed. There are also issues with Peng Gang's description; in fact, this is not what one would call lounge music, but rather a piece of self-hypnosis music

After breaking up with him, I went to the bar for a while. As midnight approached, the bar became lively, and the men and women under the bright lights and flowing drinks gave me a sense of stability and safety

Someone asked how old the person who jumped off the building was. Suddenly, a thought struck me, and I remembered Li Damin. My heart raced; could it be this kid?

I looked up at this building, which has as many as 21 stories. Beneath the drifting white clouds, the building seemed to sway precariously, as if it were about to tilt and collapse. I felt a wave of dizziness and quickly averted my gaze

This is not impossible. There is only one way to enter the underworld, which is to die. However, Brother Peng has found an alternative path. After all, he has past experiences of entering the underworld, and this memory is stored in his mind. Now, he is using self-hypnosis to once again enter the underworld

The more I ponder, the more I find it chilling

In the early hours of the morning, I returned to my residence and collapsed onto the bed, my mind in disarray, yet I simply could not fall asleep. Suddenly, I remembered something and hurriedly got up to turn on the computer and go online

I want to find out what music Brother Peng is actually listening to in the basement

The next day was Sunday. I got up early and took a taxi to find Ma Danlong, holding his address in my hand. He lives in the Garden Community, Building B. The Garden Community is an old residential complex with a history of over ten years, not far from my current workplace, but I had never been there before

The filthy ground was stained dark in a large area, and I couldn't tell if it was left by a corpse. The more I looked, the more suffocated I felt, listening to the old man continue his gossip.

The onlookers discussed for a while and then dispersed. A few busybodies surrounded the old man and entered the communication room to continue gossiping about Old Wang. Since I had nothing to do, I followed behind them and went in together.

He is engaging in self-hypnosis

It seems there is a movie from the United States that tells the story of sealing away a segment of memory, where the protagonist repeatedly enters this enclosed temporal world through some means. Could Brother Peng be experiencing something similar? His self-hypnosis is aimed at entering the underworld time and again. If this is indeed the case, it can be concluded that he must have some very unique experiences while in the underworld, and these experiences are irresistible to him

This experience should be a pleasant one. No one, after having gone through the horrors of a blood-soaked battlefield, haunted houses, and the disintegration of family, would repeatedly wish to experience it again. Even a fool or a pervert would understand the difference between good and bad.

I was listening when suddenly a cold wind blew through, causing goosebumps to rise all over my body. The old man, seeing that everyone around was listening to him, was quite pleased with himself, shaking his head as he continued, "This building has ten rooms, nine of which are empty; there is hardly anyone living here, and it is extremely eerie! It is said that three people have died just this year—some jumped from the building, some hanged themselves, and others overdosed. Many residents are preparing to sell their houses and move away.

I feel a heaviness in my heart, having filled an entire notebook with notes, and even my breathing has become somewhat difficult

An elderly man beside me exclaimed, "How old is he? And he jumps off a building."

I played some music, took a hot shower, and lay on the bed with my eyes closed listening. The music is very soothing and indeed brings a warm and relaxing feeling. However, to say that this music can guide self-hypnosis seems a bit far-fetched to me. At the very least, I felt drowsy while listening, but there were no signs of hypnosis.

Another detail is that Ma Danlong used a very strange incantation during the summoning. Its pronunciation is simple yet peculiar, with several syllables interweaving and rising and falling rhythmically, giving it a solemn sound. This incantation, combined with blood, is recited by Ma Danlong as he draws a line of blood on the corpse, appearing particularly eerie under the dim light.

It turns out that this morning, someone jumped off the platform of this building. From the twenty-first floor, just imagine what this person must have looked like upon landing; it is likely that a shovel would be needed to clean up.

Peng Gang said that at that moment he felt a chill run down his spine and asked Ma Danlong what was going on. The man replied that this was part of an ancient ritual, supposedly related to the six realms of reincarnation, claiming that the forehead represented the realm of animals, the eyes represented the realm of ghosts, and so on. It was all nonsense that he couldn't understand, terrifying him to death

When I arrived at the community, I saw a large group of people gathered inside, forming a big circle, pointing and discussing something. I hurriedly squeezed through to the center, where a yellow caution tape was being held. Several men, who appeared to be in plain clothes, were talking to a management staff member dressed in a blue uniform, with small leather bags tucked under their armpits.

Because this building is precisely the address where Ma Danlong is located

"I curse your mother." The old man was furious, his eyebrows twitching: "Can you speak with a little decency? Let me tell you how I know this: https://m.hetushu.com. Have you seen Old Wang?" He pointed to the administrator in the blue uniform: "Old Wang and I are chess buddies; he just sits in the building's reception every day, how could he not know anything?"

As I listened, I imagined the scene of Brother Peng curled up in the basement with music playing. It is certain that he was not participating in any church, and the entire process was not akin to a black mass; this music is not that sinister.

Someone nearby joked, "How do you know so much detail? You can't possibly be the child's father, can you?"

So the question arises, what exactly did he experience in the underworld that made him so infatuated

I suddenly sat up, and an absurd thought flashed through my mind: Brother Peng was self-hypnotizing with the aim of returning to that memory of the underworld

I can imagine that ancient rituals concerning life and death must be secretive, eerie, and terrifying. Ordinary people are afraid even at the sight of a corpse, let alone delving into the process of death. This is different from doctors in hospitals, who confront death on a purely material level. Such bizarre rituals can penetrate deep into the heart and spiritually destroy you

I do not know what I will experience, but I understand that what I will face directly is death

I held Madanlong's address in my hand, feeling very hesitant about whether to follow Li Damin's footsteps to explore such an unknown realm

I hurried over to listen, and there were a few older women who seemed to have just arrived, full of energy, their eyes shining, surrounding the old man and asking what was going on

The second detail is blood. When Ma Danlong performed the soul summoning, he pierced the middle fingers of both hands with a sharp needle, allowing drops of blood to ooze out, which he smeared on the forehead, temples, and other areas such as the eyes and lips of the deceased, Brother Peng. One can imagine how terrifying it is to see a cold, stiff corpse with fresh red blood smeared across its pale face

The creator of the music is a psychologist, and the male voice within it is his own. He uses music and language to subtly guide listeners into self-hypnosis. I found several posts about this piece of music, and there are quite a few listeners discussing their experiences after listening to it. Some say it is nonsense, others claim they are too thick-skinned to feel anything, while some assert that they indeed felt hypnotized, light as if they could fly. There are even more exaggerated accounts, with individuals stating that they saw their past lives during the hypnosis. I found several posts about this piece of music, and there are quite a few listeners discussing their experiences after listening to it. Some say it is nonsense, others claim they are too thick-skinned to feel anything, while some assert that they indeed felt hypnotized, light as if they could fly. There are even more exaggerated accounts, with individuals stating that they saw their past lives during the hypnosis.

This neighborhood is relatively remote, and the residential buildings appear gray and indistinct, lacking their original colors. At the entrance of the community, there is a small night market, which becomes a chaotic street of snacks in the afternoon, creating a smoky atmosphere with sewage flowing everywhere. It is hard to see how this place resembles a residence for wealthy individuals.

Unfortunately, search engines have not yet reached the capability to find music based on melody. I thought about it and entered a few keywords, such as "relaxation" and "breathe deeply with my voice," and to my surprise, I was indeed able to find relevant results

The old man said: "She is a young girl, probably not yet thirty. I heard she was dumped by her boyfriend and is still pregnant. Unable to cope, she climbed up to the rooftop and jumped down. Alas, one corpse, two lives lost"

I am not a psychologist and do not have much understanding of hypnosis. However, I generally know that the purpose of hypnosis is to lead individuals into a specific psychological state, interpret the subconscious, and subsequently analyze psychological issues accurately

Peng Gang said with a trembling voice: "I do not want to go through that kind of torment again. If it were not for the issues my father is facing, I would have no interest in probing into his background or origins, and I would not even wish to recall it."