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I stared fiercely at Xiao Cheng and He Yaya, wishing I could tear them apart.
He Yaya nestled in Xiao Cheng's arms, her voice weak as she said, "Xiao Cheng, I feel so dizzy..."
Her words were as faint as a whisper, yet they reached my ears clearly.
I noticed a fleeting glimmer of triumph in her eyes, barely perceptible.
Xiao Cheng grew more anxious, helping He Yaya sit down and asking with concern, "What’s wrong? Do you need me to call a doctor?"
"I'm fine, just a little scared..." He Yaya leaned weakly against Xiao Cheng, but her gaze secretly darted towards the direction of the room I had previously occupied.
Following her line of sight, I noticed a charred gasoline barrel in the corner of the room.
A gasoline barrel! It suddenly struck me that I had never stored gasoline in my room!
A chill shot from my feet to the top of my head as I finally understood: this fire was no accident! It was He Yaya! It was her!
Fury surged within me as I wanted to rush over and expose her true nature, but I passed through her body, unable to do anything.
Just then, Yan Peng returned. He glanced at He Yaya sitting on the ground and then at the distant ruins of the burned house, his brow furrowed in concern.
"Captain," Yan Peng approached Xiao Cheng and lowered his voice, "the fire is spreading quickly, it seems like arson..." There was a hint of suspicion in his tone, and his gaze lingered on He Yaya for a moment.
Xiao Cheng waved his hand impatiently. "Stop talking nonsense; this is definitely an accident." His tone was firm, as if he refused to entertain any other possibility.
"But..." Yan Peng tried to say something more but was interrupted by Xiao Cheng.
"There are no buts. Hurry up and help clear the scene!" Xiao Cheng's voice was authoritative, leaving no room for argument.
Yan Peng sighed helplessly and turned to leave.
He walked over to the caution tape, picked up the walkie-talkie, and began directing the firefighting efforts. Outside the tape, fire trucks continued to spray water, and the ground was littered with puddles and ashes.
I anxiously floated beside Yan Peng, wanting to tell him the truth, but I couldn't make any sound or touch him.
I felt like a ghost, trapped in this hellish reality, watching the truth being buried while feeling utterly powerless.
Despair washed over me as I drifted around, searching for a medium to communicate with the living.
I floated past the crowd of onlookers, past the busy firefighters, past the flashing police lights, yet I could find no way to reach out.
Fear began to creep in—was I destined to drift endlessly like this, forever unable to clear my name?
I floated back to Xiao Cheng's side; he was gently comforting He Yaya.
He Yaya leaned against him, a faint smile playing at the corners of her mouth. That smile pierced my heart like a sharp knife.
Suddenly, I realized I couldn't just give up.
I had to find a way to expose He Yaya's crimes, to let Xiao Cheng know the truth, and to seek justice for my unjust death!
I began to think calmly about how I could communicate with the living world.
I floated over to Yan Peng, who was busy assigning tasks over the intercom.
His gaze was resolute, filled with a sense of justice. It struck me that Yan Peng seemed to harbor some suspicion about He Yaya; perhaps he could help me!
I strained to catch his attention, attempting to move the intercom in his hand, but my hand passed right through it, unable to grasp anything.
Despair washed over me as I closed my eyes. Was I really destined to sink into this abyss forever?
Just when I was about to give up, a thought struck me—my mother! She would surely be able to sense my presence!
I quickly floated toward the hospital; my mother was there.
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