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Lu Fan continued his investigation, undeterred by his injuries. We needed to uncover more clues, whether related to past cult activities or the history of this building; only then could we truly unveil the truth behind it all. No matter the cost, I could not allow this evil to persist.
“Lu Fan, we must find more records about the cult. Perhaps the police's involvement will help us,” I said, my voice weary yet resolute.
Lu Fan nodded and grasped my hand tightly. “No matter what, we must uncover everything.”
That night, I sat by the window, gazing out into the darkness. The night was as thick as ink, and the entire building seemed eerily silent in the shadows, yet this silence concealed countless anxieties. I closed my eyes, and it felt as if those whispers were echoing in my ears, calling out to me incessantly. I took a deep breath, striving to remain calm.
I knew that the real test lay ahead, and we had to find a glimmer of light in this darkness. No matter how many dangers lay before us, I had to persevere; only by discovering the truth could I truly save myself and rescue those residents consumed by fear.
Chapter Seven: The Cost of Truth and the Final Twist
The residents' opposition to us intensified, as if an invisible force compelled them to resort to extreme measures. Lu Fan and I decided to report everything we had discovered to the police, even though it meant facing even fiercer resistance from the residents.
One evening, the residents gathered at our door, their shouts and pounding on the door blending into a cacophony reminiscent of a mob of frenzied zealots. Lu Fan and I hid behind the door as Mr. Chen's voice pierced through the chaos: “You’re asking for death! We won’t let you ruin everything!”
The door shook violently, threatening to give way at any moment. Lu Fan tightened his grip on my hand and whispered, “We have to let the police know.”
Just as the residents' fury reached its peak, the wail of police sirens suddenly cut through the turmoil. The clamor in the hallway gradually subsided, followed by hurried footsteps and the sound of residents scattering in panic. The police had finally arrived.
The officers burst through the door, their flashlight beams slicing through the suffocating shadows of the dim hallway. I saw Mr. Chen and several residents being restrained, cursing angrily, while others fled like terrified animals. The police cleared a path through the corridor and led us downstairs.
“Are you both alright?” an older officer asked us, his tone laced with fatigue and concern. I nodded; although fear still gripped my heart, at least for now, we were safe.
The police began their search of the basement while we quietly waited in the patrol car. Every minute felt like an hour, and my heartbeat remained unsettled. I exchanged glances with Lu Fan, seeing the fatigue and determination etched on each other's faces. Regardless of the outcome of today's search, we had decided to leave this building.
Time ticked away slowly until finally, a police officer returned to us. His expression was serious. "We have indeed found some strange items in the basement, and we are conducting further investigations."
I took a deep breath, feeling a mix of relief and an inexplicable heaviness in my heart. Those bizarre symbols and artifacts meant that our experiences were not mere fantasies; they indicated that the darkness hidden here was far more terrifying than we had imagined.
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