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Xiao Mei started referring to herself in the third person and talking to herself in her room. What's even more unsettling is that there are occasional whispers and other unidentifiable children's voices coming from the room.
This made her and Chen Hanlin even more nervous, and Lin Xinhui felt it was time to visit Mr. Xu on the third floor.
Therefore, she called her husband, Chen Hanlin, to take care of Xiao Mei, while she went to the third floor to find Mr. Xu.
She had just reached the vicinity of the elevator when the door opened automatically with a strange atmosphere inside.
This made Lin Xinhui frown and feel something was wrong, and finally decided to take the stairs to visit the so-called "crazy old man" on the third floor.
The corridor on the third floor was filled with old newspapers and broken furniture, and the decoration was so crude that it gave people goosebumps. Silence pervaded the air, with only occasional low sighs and eerie laughter coming from a distance.
Finally, Lin Xinhui arrived at a door with a peeling doorplate, numbered 303. She took a deep breath, gathered her courage, and lightly knocked on the door.
"Who is it?" came a hoarse and weary voice from inside.
"Hello. I'm Lin Xinhui, the new resident on the fifth floor of this apartment. I'd like to ask you some questions, won't take up too much of your time," Lin Xinhui said, suppressing the fear in her heart.
The door creaked open, and an elderly man with white hair and uneven skin appeared before her. His eyes were sunken and filled with red veins.
This was Mr. Hsu CheJen, the old man who was considered mentally ill on the third floor. He was wearing an old cotton robe and worn-out slippers, and he held a wooden cane in one hand.
"Who are you? We don't welcome strangers here," his voice carried an unfathomable weight.
"I am the new neighbor upstairs, Lin Xinhui. We just moved in recently," Lin Xinhui tried to make his voice sound as gentle and friendly as possible.
Hsu CheJen Uncle suddenly grinned, but the smile was not friendly; instead, it sent shivers down one's spine. "New neighbor? Haha, I wonder who should congratulate whom."
Lin XinhuiHer heart tightened, feeling that this old man definitely knew some secrets behind this apartment that were not known to the public.
"Uncle, I came here to ask if there's anything we should know about the apartment. My daughter has been acting a bit... off lately." Lin Xinhui asked directly, suppressing her unease.
Hsu CheJen's eyes suddenly sharpened, and he gestured for Lin Xinhui to come in.
"Come in, I knew you would come because of these things." His voice carried depth and unease, as if it came from a distant past or future.
Lin Xinhui stepped into this space that seemed frozen in time, various ancient furniture and worn-out paintings sending shivers down the spine. The space, filled with ancient furniture and dark photographs, evoked a sense of dissonance. Hsu CheJen sat on a worn-out sofa, holding a wooden carved cane in his hand.
"What do you want to ask?" There was a hint of wariness in Uncle's eyes.
"Mr. Hsu, do you know what happened in this building before?" Lin Xinhui tried to break through the heavy atmosphere.
"Oh, a lot has happened, young one. But what's important isn't what has happened, but what is about to happen," said Hsu CheJen mysteriously, sending a shiver down Lin Xinhui's spine.
"Now my daughter, Xiao Mei, has experienced some strange things," Lin Xinhui said with unease and anxiety.
Uncle said, "Has your daughter started referring to herself in the third person?"
Lin Xinhui was surprised and nodded.
Mr. Hsu smiled bitterly and said, "This apartment has a little-known past. The murder six years ago was just the tip of the iceberg." He paused, as if organizing his thoughts, and then continued, "Two souls, one body." Hsu CheJen suddenly said this, startling Lin Xinhui.
"Are you saying... Xiao Mei has two souls?"
"Not only that, those two souls carry a certain purpose, a certain unfinished wish."
Mr. Hsu paused for a moment, as if organizing his thoughts, and then continued, "How much do you currently know about 'two souls'?"
"Two souls? Are you referring to the victim of that love-hate murder case?" Lin Xinhui asked curiously.
"The victims of that murder case were not just one, but three," Mr. Xu explained solemnly.
"Three victims?" Lin Xinhui responded with confusion, unable to shake off the vague concept in her mind.
Mr. Hsu's eyes suddenly became sharp, as if to pierce through her soul. "Many things are not as simple as they seem on the surface. Some things are unseen, unheard, but exist around us, and even within ourselves."
"The love murder case involving that woman six years ago has disturbed the peace of this building, but that's just the surface. Your home, Xiao Mei, may have some kind of connection with them."
"What? How is this possible?" Lin Xinhui trembled.
With a tightness in her heart, Lin Xinhui continued to ask, "Mr. Xu, is there any way to lift this curse or avert this ominous matter?"
Mr. Hsu looked out the window, as if judging the time, and then said, "Find the 'Main head,' that is the key to lifting all curses and strange occurrences. Only by finding it can everything be restored to its original state."
"What is the 'Main head'? Where is it?"
Mr. Hsu shook his head and said, "I cannot tell you these things. You must seek and understand them on your own. But remember, whatever you choose to do, you must protect your family, especially Xiao Mei."
Although Lin Xinhui didn't fully understand Hsu CheJen's meaning, she knew that in the days to come, she must uncover the truth behind all of this in order to protect herself and her family.
"Thank you, Mr. Xu. I will be careful."
"Good luck to you, young man," Mr. Hsu said with a faint smile, but his smile was filled with sadness and helplessness.
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