Translator: Cinder Translations
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"People?" Chen Xiaomeng's eyes widened.
"Exactly," Sister Nuan said, unconsciously tightening her fingers, her heart still filled with fear. "Sometimes they are more terrifying than ghosts."
The fire in the fireplace burned brightly, illuminating half the living room.
Sitting in front of the fireplace, Fan Li had a gloomy expression, occasionally adding a few logs to the fire.
He was well aware of why Sister Nuan insisted on driving him out.
The ghosts in this villa were killed by two men, so the ghosts' targets for revenge were also men.
The middle-aged man who had already died a tragic death and Xie Yu were examples.
Thinking of this, Fan Li grabbed two thick logs and tossed them into the fireplace.
The fire blazed even more fiercely.
It seemed that only this could dispel the chill in his heart.
Based on the current situation, the events that had transpired were already fairly clear. In other words, the mission was nearing its end, but the closer it got, the more frenzied the ghosts would become.
Something was bound to happen tonight.
The only question was who would die.
It was precisely because he understood this that he refused the Fatty's plan for everyone to sleep together.
The probability of encountering a ghost alone was one in three, but if he were with the two of them, it would be a hundred percent.
The outcome of being targeted by a ghost filled his eyes with a quick flash of fear. Ghosts rarely killed multiple people at once, but it wasn't unheard of.
Moreover, he had his own plans.
He was confident that if he stayed here, he could survive until dawn.
His gaze gradually shifted to the fireplace.
Current evidence suggested that the ghost was likely drowned while alive, and in front of him was a blazing fire.
In the study, the Fatty squatted in the darkness, not daring to make a sound.
Until he couldn't help it, stretching his neck, he leaned closer to where Jiang Cheng was sitting and asked in a very soft voice, "Do you think if we hide here, the ghost won't know?"
"I don't know."
The Fatty slightly relaxed, mumbling as if reassuring himself, "That's good then."
"I said I don't know," Jiang Cheng replied with a tone of emphasis.
Having spent time with Jiang Cheng, the Fatty's psychological resilience had improved a lot. This time, he only trembled for less than five seconds before he could communicate like a normal person again.
"Seriously, brother." The Fatty stared at Jiang Cheng. "I think you're not an ordinary person. After that ghost appeared yesterday, I was so scared I froze, yet you could still remember what shoes she was wearing."
"You definitely aren't a model; you're a policeman, right?"
The more the Fatty spoke, the more he felt his guess was reasonable, his expression growing excited.
Unexpectedly, Jiang Cheng shot him a glance. "Do you think I can save you just because you think I'm a policeman, or that if I take out my badge, the ghost will spare us?"
The Fatty's newly kindled hope was extinguished again, and he despaired a bit, saying, "So, we're doomed, right?"
Just as Jiang Cheng was about to speak, the Fatty waved his hand to interrupt him, looking pained. "I guess you're going to say I'm the only one who's going to die, not us, right?"
Jiang Cheng sullenly closed his mouth.
After a moment, Jiang Cheng spoke again, "But you don't have to be so pessimistic, Fatty. There might still be a turnaround."
Just when the Fatty lifted his head, wanting to say something more, Jiang Cheng suddenly made a gesture for silence, and the Fatty immediately closed his mouth.
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Until about 10 minutes had passed, the Fatty hadn't heard anything, and nothing had appeared in the room.
He was extremely tense, his ears perked up.
Jiang Cheng stood up from the chair, quickly glancing toward the desk. The most conspicuous item on the bare surface was a cartoon alarm clock. The Fatty heard him muttering something about how there was no movement.
"Bro," the Fatty said, shocked, "you're not waiting for a ghost here, are you?"
"Don't talk," Jiang Cheng frowned and walked toward the door. "Stay here; I'll go take a look."
The Fatty hurriedly followed, "No, let's go together."
Jiang Cheng and the Fatty reached the corridor, where the overhead light was still on, emitting a feeble glow.
Without hesitation, Jiang Cheng went straight to the master bedroom door and gently knocked.
A few seconds later, a wary female voice came from inside, "Who?"
"It's me," Jiang Cheng replied, "Hao Shuai."
"What do you want?"
Jiang Cheng said seriously, "I think Fan Li is in trouble."
Upon hearing this, the door opened a crack, just enough for the speaker to show half an eye, "How do you know?"
Jiang Cheng quickly glanced toward the end of the corridor near the stairs and turned back, saying quickly, "Let's talk inside; it's not safe here."
The woman behind the door scrutinized Jiang Cheng and the Fatty for a moment before nodding, "Okay."
The door opened.
The woman stood behind the door.
They didn't dare turn on the light; the room was pitch dark.
After hearing Jiang Cheng say that Fan Li was in trouble, the Fatty suddenly looked tense. He didn't understand how Jiang Cheng reached this conclusion, but oddly chose to believe him.
Jiang Cheng entered first, with the Fatty following closely behind.
But just as he was about to step through the door, Jiang Cheng's body suddenly froze at the entrance, causing the Fatty, who was right behind him, to bump into him.
Before the Fatty could ask what was wrong, Jiang Cheng quickly retreated back into the corridor.
At the same time, he pressed his hand on the Fatty's shoulder, pulling him back too.
The woman had stepped aside to let them in, "Come on in, what are you waiting for?" she urged.
She occasionally glanced anxiously toward the other side of the corridor, as if something might appear there soon.
"I forgot something very important in the room," Jiang Cheng suddenly said. "Wait for me to go back and get it."
Without waiting for the woman to react, he put a hand on the Fatty's shoulder, then the two turned and hurriedly walked toward the other side of the corridor.
The Fatty didn't expect Jiang Cheng, who looked so thin, to have such strength; he was almost being dragged along.
His mind was in a blank state.
But at this moment, he wisely kept his mouth shut until they reached the corner of the corridor by the stairs, where Jiang Cheng quickly pulled him in.
"What did you notice?" the Fatty asked, panting.
He saw a few beads of cold sweat trickling down Jiang Cheng's face.
Jiang Cheng gestured for him to be quiet, then leaned against the wall of the corridor, as if listening to something. A few minutes later, his expression returned to normal.
"That woman isn't right," Jiang Cheng whispered.
The Fatty's flesh quivered, "What's wrong?"
"She's wearing flip-flops."
"Flip-flops?"
"Yeah," Jiang Cheng nodded. "I noticed it by accident when I walked in."
He continued, "We all know how dangerous this villa is; we could face a vengeful ghost at any moment. How could she take off her shoes and put on a pair of inconvenient flip-flops?"
(End of chapter)
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