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The howling wind rushed past my ears as I anxiously searched for my mother’s figure, unable to quell the burning flames of revenge in my heart.
I could feel it—the scent of disinfectant lingered in the hospital, and the corridor was bustling with people. As I pushed through the crowded throng, I finally spotted my mother sitting in a corner.
The sorrow etched on her face was a deep, bone-chilling despair, like a dagger piercing through my heart.
I drifted to her side and softly called out, “Mom…”
It seemed she sensed something; she suddenly lifted her head, her hands tightly covering her face, her body trembling slightly.
“Ranran…” she murmured, trembling fingers brushing against the empty space on the hospital bed where I should have been lying, now just an emptiness.
“My Ranran…” The wail that escaped her lips felt like a knife cutting deeper into my heart.
I floated beside her, wanting to touch her, to comfort her, but my hand passed right through her body.
“Ranran… is that you?” Her voice trembled, filled with longing and sorrow.
I drifted helplessly by her side.
I saw the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes and the new strands of white in her hair. She clutched her chest and bent over in pain, as if an invisible hand were tightly gripping her heart.
I floated behind her, wanting to embrace her. She suddenly lifted her head, her eyes vacant as she stared ahead, as if she had seen something. “Ranran…” she murmured softly, her voice trembling. “My Ranran…”
At that moment, a nurse approached, concern etched on her face. “Auntie, are you okay?”
My mother shook her head, wiping away her tears. “I’m fine, just a bit tired,” she said quietly.
She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself, but her eyes remained filled with unease. I could only watch helplessly as she sank deeper into the pain of losing her daughter.
The harsh fluorescent lights in the corridor illuminated her pale face, making her look even more haggard.
She stood up and walked to the window, gazing out at the overcast sky. “Ranran, have you really gone? Why does Mommy feel like you’re still here…” she murmured to herself.
I floated behind her, gently stroking her hair in hopes of offering some comfort.
Suddenly, her gaze fell upon a photo of me and Xiao Cheng. In the picture, we were smiling so joyfully, so blissfully happy.
She picked up the photo and pressed it tightly against her chest, tears streaming down her face once more. “Ranran, why did you leave Mommy…”
I floated above the photo, looking down at the once-happy version of myself, my heart filled with bitterness and regret.
I stayed close behind her, my heart aching painfully. She sensed it; she must have felt my presence!
Abruptly, she stopped in her tracks, her gaze shifting toward the direction of my apartment.
“Ranran… are you there?” she called softly, her voice trembling with hope and longing.
Meanwhile, at the fire scene, Yan Peng was meticulously inspecting every corner.
He crouched down and picked up a charred fragment, examining it closely.
Suddenly, he noticed a burnt gasoline barrel not far away. Observing the remains of the barrel, his suspicions deepened.
"Strange..." he muttered to himself, "How did a gasoline barrel end up in Han Ran's room?" He recalled the urgency and fear in Han Ran's voice when she called him that day.
He spoke into his walkie-talkie, "Commander, we've found a gasoline barrel on site. Suspected arson."
The Commander's voice crackled through the walkie-talkie: "Secure the scene immediately. Wait for the criminal investigation team to arrive."
"Understood." Yan Peng put down the walkie-talkie and continued to search the area carefully, hoping to find more clues. He walked to the doorway of my room and paused, his gaze landing on a corner where a charred shopping receipt lay. The writing was still legible.
I floated beside Yan Peng, watching him hold the receipt, a glimmer of hope rising within me. This receipt might just be the key to uncovering the truth!
"Check the gasoline barrel sales records from nearby gas stations over the past month, especially those delivered to this community," he stated seriously as he provided the address of the community.
After hanging up, Yan Peng went to the hospital where my mother was. "Auntie, these are Han Ran's things..."
My mother trembled as she took the plastic bag, tears streaming down her face once again. "My Ranran..." She clutched the plastic bag tightly as if holding me.
I floated closer to Yan Peng and gently nudged him.
Yan Peng paused, looking around in confusion. "What's going on?" His eyes held a hint of caution.
A surge of joy filled my heart; he sensed me! He truly felt my presence! I continued to strive to provoke his curiosity.
I floated behind Yan Peng, watching his retreating figure, a glimmer of hope igniting within me. Perhaps he could help me uncover the truth.
Yan Peng sensed something unusual again. He looked down at the plastic bag in his hand and then scanned his surroundings, confusion etched across his face. "Strange..." he muttered to himself, furrowing his brow as if deep in thought.
Meanwhile, He Yaya sat in the police car, her gaze fixed on the direction Yan Peng had gone, a flicker of unease crossing her eyes.
She clutched the silk scarf tightly in her hands, beads of sweat forming in her palms.
That night, back home, she lay in bed but couldn’t find sleep. My figure kept appearing in her dreams, distorted and terrifying.
She jolted awake, her forehead slick with cold sweat. Rising from her bed, she walked to the window, pulling back the curtains to gaze at the pitch-black sky, fear enveloping her heart.
“Han Ran, you should rest in peace; why do you cling to me…” she whispered softly, her eyes filled with innocence.
Across from her room, Yan Peng was observing her every move through binoculars.
He set down the binoculars and returned to his room, opening his computer to begin organizing the evidence he had collected.
He had a feeling that the truth would soon come to light. Picking up the phone, he dialed a number…
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