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In order to find more information about this apartment and the mysterious old man on the third floor, Lin Xinhui and Chen Hanlin decided to search the basement of the second floor.
The sunlight was still lazily dancing on the ground, but as soon as Lin Xinhui stepped into the stairwell of the apartment basement, she felt a gust of cold wind, as if it came from another world.
The door to the basement opened, revealing a dim staircase.
Lin Xinhui stood at the door, holding a flashlight in her hand. She glanced back at Chen Hanlin, whose expression was also tense.
"Are you sure you want to go there?" Chen Hanlin attempted to break the heavy atmosphere.
"That place may have what we need to find," Lin Xinhui's voice carried a hint of determination.
Lin Xinhui turned on the LED flashlight in her hand, and on her face was not fear, but a resolute determination.
Li Weihan The words of the police officer were still echoing in her ears, and the unreasonable behavior of the old man on the third floor made her shudder.
But these were just surface manifestations; she knew she needed to uncover something deeper behind it all.
Lin Xinhui Step by step, walking down the stone steps of the basement, tightly gripping the flashlight in both hands.
With each step, the stairs creaked unstably.
Like an abandoned fishing boat in the deep sea, immersed in an unknown history.
The heavy dampness in the air of the basement mixed with the musty smell of old books, creating a familiar yet unfamiliar atmosphere.
The flashlight beam pierced through the densely packed bookshelves, occasionally landing on piles of forgotten items: old furniture, tattered toys, and some unidentified antiques.
Wearing simple sportswear, Lin Xinhui's hands trembled slightly, not out of fear, but because her intuition told her that what she needed was here. She shone her flashlight into the various corners of the bookshelf, the beam piercing through layers of dust, revealing the shapes of certain objects.
Lin Xinhui felt a sudden surge of nervousness, she rolled up her sleeves, ready to start working.
The first thing to be unpacked was a cardboard box labeled "old clothes." Inside, it was filled with ancient clothing and some damaged porcelain. However, apart from opening a window into history, these items did not provide any useful information.
The cardboard box was opened one by one, but nothing was found. Time slipped away quietly, and Lin Xinhui felt a little disheartened.
Just as she was about to give up, suddenly, a stack of newspapers caught her eye. These newspapers were like the fingerprints of time, recording the unknown past of this old apartment building.
These newspapers are unlike other things, they are relatively well-preserved.
Lin Xinhui couldn't help but walk closer, gently flipping through these newspapers. Dates, events, everything is submerged in the past, as if covered with a thick layer of dust.
But just as she was about to turn and leave, the date on a newspaper made her pupils contract - "It's a newspaper from six years ago."
She observed more carefully, and a report at the bottom of the front page caught her full attention: "Urban Weekly: Can't Escape the Interweaving of Love and Death - Apartment Resident Suspected in Murder Case."
At the same time, an inexplicable sense of unease surged in her heart, as if some unseen hand was gently stroking her back. At that moment, an inexplicable chill permeated the basement. The air seemed to solidify, and even the flashlight's beam appeared so weak.
Lin Xinhui felt a sudden tension in her heart, as if an invisible force was slowly but surely approaching her.
It turned out to be Chen Hanlin walking over. "Darling, what are you looking at?"
"Honey, I found it, take a look at this!" Lin Xinhui said to him, holding a yellowed newspaper in her hands, her face showing indescribable excitement and nervousness.
As soon as Chen Hanlin saw her expression, he knew that this definitely wasn't good news.
"Since we've found it, let's leave here quickly," said Chen Hanlin.
"Okay," Lin Xinhui began to follow him back. Holding the newspaper, Lin Xinhui and Chen Hanlin quickly walked out of the second floor of the basement, leaving this chilling place. Afterwards, the two returned the keys to Mr. Sun.
After returning home, the two of them began to carefully browse through the information in the newspaper.
Chen Hanlin carefully took the newspaper, and the headline seemed as cold as if it were carved in stone - "Murder in Lover's Apartment, Suspect in Custody."
"The murder mentioned here, the couple involved were living in the same apartment building we are in now, six years ago. What do you think this could mean?" Lin Xinhui's voice was filled with urgency, as if she were trying to piece together an incomprehensible puzzle.
Chen Hanlin Carefully reading the newspaper, he furrowed his brow slowly and asked, "But does the incident from six years ago have any connection to what we are facing now?"
The newspaper detailed the tragic event from six years ago: "A couple had a terrible argument due to momentary emotions and dissatisfaction, resulting in a bloody incident on the fifth floor of this apartment building. What was most shocking was that the perpetrator was apprehended shortly after the incident, which had garnered significant social attention at the time."
"I'm not sure, but ever since we moved in here, some strange things have been happening," Lin Xinhui continued, "Don't you think these things are a bit too coincidental?"
"Maybe, but I'm not too worried. I think as long as we stay calm, everything will be fine," Chen Hanlin tried to reassure his wife, but he also felt uneasy in his heart.
The newspaper flipped to the third page, and the report included an old photo of the arrested suspect, wearing a chilling smile on his face.
The background of the photo was the house they were living in at the time - the fifth floor of this apartment.
Lin Xinhui flipped to the last page of the report, where there was a small box that read: "The victims' families still cannot find peace, they still believe that this incident has an unsolved mystery, but the police have closed the case."
"Look," she pointed to that passage, "even the families themselves say there's an unsolved mystery, maybe that's what we should focus on."
Chen Hanlin After looking at the newspaper, he returned his gaze to her and said, "If we are going to do this, then we need more information. This newspaper is just the tip of the iceberg."
Lin Xinhui Nodding, she said, "I will go to the journalist tomorrow to see if I can find more relevant reports or information from that year."
Chen Hanlin nodded, "Okay, but please be careful. Remember, we don't know what's really hidden behind this."
"Honey, don't worry, I will," Lin Xinhui replied.
Everything is like a puzzle, pieced together bit by bit.
The old man taken away by the police on the third floor, the children of unknown origin, and this old newspaper all seem to hint at an indescribable curse within this apartment.
Lin Xinhui couldn't help but shiver, her sixth sense telling her that something must have happened. Out of habit, Lin Xinhui glanced at the wall clock in the room, its hour hand pointing to 5 o'clock in the afternoon.
The sky has already begun to darken, and the coolness of the autumn evening mercilessly penetrates through the window.
Chen Hanlin sits in front of the TV, his gaze fixed on the screen, as if searching for a bit of solace that this Korean drama could bring to his life.
The heavy burden on both of their hearts has yet to be lifted, especially after encountering Mr. Hsu on the third floor. The old man's words continued to echo in their ears, as if carrying an indescribable premonition.
At this moment, the door of the room suddenly pushed open. A burst of lively laughter quickly filled the entire space.
However, the joyful atmosphere immediately disappeared when I saw the ball in Xiao Mei's hand.
"Dad, mom, look, I found a new toy!" Xiao Mei excitedly held up the ball.
Lin Xinhui and Chen Hanlin looked at each other, a sense of foreboding suddenly surged in their hearts. Looking again at the ball in Xiao Mei's hand, both of their hearts were about to jump out of their throats. They exchanged a glance, deeply puzzled. Didn't they throw that ball away last time?
Then the two of them reexamined the ball. This was no ordinary ball. Its surface bore some eerie patterns, and its color was not the usual red or blue, but a gloomy gray.
"Xiao Mei, where did you find this ball?" Lin Xinhui tried to remain calm, but her voice still revealed a slight tremble.
"It was in the courtyard downstairs, Mom. Two other kids were playing with me, and they gave me this ball," Xiao Mei innocently replied.
"You mean there are other children living here?" Chen Hanlin tried to confirm, but felt increasingly uneasy.
"Yeah, they said they live on the fifth floor," Xiao Mei's answer made both adults feel creepy.
"5th floor?" Lin Xinhui looked at the newspaper in her hand again, her face turning pale.
"Listen, Xiao Mei, don't play with this ball for now. Mom and Dad need to handle some things," Chen Hanlin said seriously, while signaling Lin Xinhui with his eyes.
"Okay, Dad," Xiao Mei said somewhat reluctantly, but still obediently put down the soccer ball.
"I think we need to figure out the connection behind all of this," Lin Xinhui folded the newspaper and put it in a drawer. "This soccer ball, and those so-called kids, I don't think any of this is a coincidence."
Chen Hanlin nodded, "I think so too. We should go find the person on the third floor, Mr. Hsu. Maybe he knows something we don't."
"Okay, but first we need to make sure Xiao Mei is safe," Lin Xinhui said, then walked to the door of the room and locked it, silently vowing to protect their family no matter what happens.
"To be honest, that soccer ball really makes me feel uncomfortable. What do you think, dear?" Lin Xinhui turned to her husband, seeking a solution.
Chen Hanlin picked up the soccer ball, carefully examined it, and then shook his head. "I'm not sure, but I think we should go ask the security guard first to see if he knows what this is."
"Then let's hurry up and go. I'm afraid something might happen if we're late."
Lin Xinhui and Chen Hanlin quickly put on their shoes and went downstairs to find the security guard.
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