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Chapter Three
The piercing sound of sirens shattered the tranquility of the rainy night, and the flashing red and blue lights danced before Li Guofu's eyes like phantoms, twisting shadows pulling at his terrified pupils. The cold rain poured down mercilessly, soaking through his clothes and drenching his fear. He shivered uncontrollably, his teeth chattering as if he were trapped in an ice cellar, the chill penetrating deep into his bones.
"Get out of the car! Hands on your head!"
The harsh command exploded in his ears. Li Guofu obeyed mechanically, but his legs felt as heavy as lead, each step feeling like a march toward hell. A wave of dizziness washed over him, his stomach churning violently as if it might spill its contents at any moment.
The police car screeched away from the eerie Mountain Road, carrying him toward an unknown terror. Li Guofu leaned weakly against the cold window, the rain blurring his vision and clouding his thoughts. He had no idea what awaited him, but he knew that everything was over.
"Name?"
In the interrogation room, the harsh light was blinding, making it impossible for Li Guofu to open his eyes. He lowered his head, his voice trembling like a mosquito's buzz.
"Li... Li Guofu."
"Age?"
"Forty... forty-three." Fear rendered him nearly incoherent; each word felt like it was being squeezed from his throat.
"Do you know why you were brought here?" The officer's voice was cold and stern, piercing through his heart like a sharp blade.
"I... I hit someone..." Li Guofu's voice trembled even more violently, as if he might break down at any moment. He felt like prey captured by a hunter, with nowhere to escape.
"Speak honestly, what exactly happened?"
Li Guofu recounted the events of that night in a fragmented manner, his words tumbling out chaotically. Fear clouded his thoughts, leaving him to piece together the terrifying memories that lingered in his mind.
"Officer, I... I saw a ghost... really... I saw..." His voice trembled with desperation, aware that no one would believe him, yet he couldn't help but voice his fears.
The officer furrowed his brow, eyeing Li Guofu with skepticism and distrust. "Enough with the nonsense! We will get to the bottom of this!"
The cold iron door slammed shut behind him with a resounding bang, isolating Li Guofu from the outside world. The holding cell was barren, containing only a frigid iron bed and a filthy toilet. He curled up on the bed, shivering uncontrollably as fear washed over him like a tidal wave.
At midnight, a strong stench of rotting fish filled the cell, making him gag. Li Guofu jolted awake, nausea churning in his stomach. "What is that smell? It's so foul..." He covered his nose and glanced around, but saw nothing amiss.
"Could it be... a ghost..." He recalled Old Wang's words: "How can you run after hitting someone? What if..."
"What if... what if..." Li Guofu's mind spiraled into chaos as he began to regret his earlier choices.
He shut his eyes, trying to calm himself, but instead sank deeper into fear. He dreamt of sitting in the driver's seat, the car's dashcam flickering with eerie light. Suddenly, a skeletal hand wrapped in red string emerged from beneath the seat, gripping his ankle tightly. "Ah—"
Li Guofu awoke with a start, drenched in cold sweat and his heart racing. "It was just a dream... just a dream..." he reassured himself, yet he couldn't shake off the terror that lingered from the nightmare.
He remembered the police station's computer and the playback from the dashcam. Three months prior, late at night, the windshield had reflected the image of the White Skirt Girl being struck down; her shadow overlapped with that of the Hunchbacked Old Man, resembling a dreadful omen.
He began to recall his past driving experiences—each accident and close call flashed through his mind like scenes from a movie. A vague sense of unease settled within him; it felt as though some mysterious force was orchestrating everything behind the scenes.
“Could it… could it really be…?” He dared not think further, fear gripping his throat like an invisible hand, making it nearly impossible for him to breathe. “Officer… Officer…” he called weakly, his voice echoing in the empty holding cell, but no one responded.
The stench of rotten fish grew stronger, as if something was drawing near…
“Officer! There’s… there’s a ghost here! Help!” Li Guofu desperately pounded on the iron door, his frantic cries reverberating through the silent corridor.
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