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Lin Xinhui sat on the long sofa in the living room, the surrounding environment relatively dim, with the only light source coming from a few yellow lights seeping through the door crack.
She bit her nails, nervously listening to the eerie sounds coming from Xiao Mei's room: whispers, laughter, and inexplicable murmurs.
Chen Hanlin walked in with a few beads of sweat on his forehead, looking somewhat serious. He brought out a bottle of beer, tilted it to open the cap, and took a small sip. "Wife, did you hear it? Xiao Mei's voices are becoming more frequent."
Lin Xinhui glanced at him, saying wearily and anxiously, "Do you think I wouldn't hear it? These days, Xiao Mei has been getting stranger, using the third person to refer to herself, as if being possessed by something."
Chen Hanlin fell silent after hearing this, then spoke softly: "I spoke with the reporter Mr. Zhang today, and he said he is working hard to find the connection between these voices and the old case."
Lin Xinhui suddenly stood up, walked to the window, and gazed through the slightly open curtains at the dimly lit apartment building outside. With a serious expression, she stared at the old newspaper in her hand and murmured, "We must do something ourselves, too."
Chen Hanlin glanced at his wife and noticed the atmosphere becoming increasingly heavy.
She opened an inconspicuous folder, filled with a bunch of clippings, printed web pages, and some handwritten notes.
"This question must have an answer," Lin Xinhui muttered to herself, her mood shrouded in a thick and bewildering fog.
But this information is all public data. If she wants to know more about the details of the case at that time, or the information about the victims and perpetrators, none of that is what she wants.
"Perhaps we need to find more clues," Chen Hanlin looked at his wife, his eyes revealing concern.
"By the way, there's also the journalist, Mr. Zhang!" Lin Xinhui suddenly remembered that there was a journalist she could ask. Mr. Zhang had mentioned before that he had more detailed information on his end.
She immediately picked up her phone and dialed Mr. Zhang's number.
"Hello, is this Mr. Zhang? This is Lin Xinhui, the one who brought the tape to see Mrs. Lin before. Do you remember the discussion we had about the murder case last time? Do you have more information, such as the background of the woman or anything else?"
Mr. Zhang's response came over the line: "Yes, I still have the original interview materials from that year. Do you want to see them?"
"Great, I want to see it!" Lin Xinhui responded.
Later, he took a deep breath, as if contemplating whether to discuss deeper topics. Ultimately, he decided to reveal the truth, "When I interviewed this case initially, there were some sensitive materials that I temporarily put away in the file room. I didn't expect that these materials could still be useful now."
"Sensitivity? What does that mean?" Lin Xinhui's eyes revealed a deep and unfathomable curiosity.
Mr. Zhang looked around to make sure there were no extra ears, then continued on the phone, "Before that love murder case happened, strange things used to happen frequently in that apartment. In fact, I have collected various rumors about this building."
"Mr. Zhang, can we meet today to go over these details?" Lin Xinhui said.
"Sure! Let's meet at four o'clock, I will send you the address," Mr. Zhang readily agreed.
One hour later, Lin Xinhui stood at the station, waiting to meet with the reporter Mr. Zhang.
Mr. Zhang, wearing a gray suit and a pair of heavy glasses, is not only a senior journalist but also the main reporter of the love murder case six years ago.
When Mr. Zhang walked up to her, his expression seemed particularly heavy.
They went together to a building - the Newspaper office where Mr. Zhang used to work.
"I greeted my former colleagues. The Newspaper office here has an archive room, storing newspaper clippings from past years and unpublished data," Mr. Zhang took out a rusty key and opened the door.
The atmosphere in the file room is so oppressive that it's hard to breathe. Countless old newspapers and documents are stacked up, with the words "Strictly Confidential, Unauthorized Access Prohibited" written on them.
The air is filled with a musty, sour smell, much like the apartment building, which holds a mysterious past.
"Mr. Zhang, is there really information about the murder case from six years ago here?" Lin Xinhui asked, her voice trembling with nervousness.
"Yes, we conducted a thorough investigation at the time, but some materials were never reported, including interview records of some witnesses and photos from the scene," Mr. Zhang said as he walked to a metal cabinet and opened one of its drawers.
He took out a folder, inside of which, in addition to newspaper clippings, there were several letters and a tattered handwritten notebook. "These are personal belongings of that woman, never officially disclosed before."
Lin Xinhui's heart raced, as if she knew that these files in front of her would reveal some astonishing truth.
She first picked up a neatly stacked small notebook, on which was written in blue ballpoint pen: "About the victim Xie Shufen."
Lin Xinhui flipped through the notebook, the handwriting inside was messy, but it could be seen that it was a woman's handwriting. She then saw a word that made her heart beat faster - "pregnant."
Lin Xinhui Her heart trembled as she quickly flipped through the documents. She noticed an unpublished report mentioning that the woman's diary had mentioned Xie Shujuan's pregnancy, but this news had not been reported.
Lin Xinhui Clutching the notebook tightly, she knew this was an important clue to finding the truth.
"Did you guys see this back then?" Lin Xinhui pointed to the article and asked Mr. Zhang.
"We heard about her pregnancy at the time, but because there wasn't enough evidence, we didn't report on it," Mr. Zhang took a bite of the cake next to his coffee, clearly still feeling nostalgic about the experience.
"And at that time, the main focus was on chasing the culprit, so this part was not given much attention."
Lin Xinhui's gaze became more and more focused, thinking, "This information is helpful in finding the 'Main head'."
Her heart suddenly became heavy, and she felt a chill rising from her spine. Suddenly, Lin Xinhui thought of Xiao Mei's recent abnormal behavior and the vague mention of "two souls" by the crazy old man on the third floor.
A hint of doubt flashed in her eyes, "I wonder if this has any connection to what has been happening in our family recently?"
Mr. Zhang wiped the sweat from his forehead, looking somewhat uneasy. "Mrs. Lin, I can't be certain at night, but based on my many years of news experience, I believe that everything could be interconnected. The past of that apartment is too dark. You'd better be careful, and if possible, even move out of there quickly."
Lin Xinhui nodded, overflowing with gratitude. "Mr. Zhang, we will pay attention to safety. Thank you for providing such important information."
Mr. Zhang nodded seriously, "This document may be the key to unlocking the truth behind this case, but it also means that we are getting closer to those indescribable things. You may need to prepare yourself mentally."
"I will be careful. All of this is only to uncover the truth of that year and to protect my family," Lin Xinhui held the folder tightly in hand, as if grasping onto a glimmer of hope for survival.
"Okay, I will continue to investigate the connection between this tape and the case from that year through my channels. Please stay highly alert as well. This case is much more complex and dangerous than we imagined," Mr. Zhang said.
"Okay, thank you, Mr. Zhang," Lin Xinhui's voice carried a hint of emotion.
Next, Lin Xinhui found some previously unreleased photos. One of the photos shocked her - it was a picture of Xie Shufen's bedroom, and on the wall of that room, there was a symbol that was exactly the same as the one on Xiao Mei's soccer ball.
"These symbols are..." Lin Xinhui asked.
"I'm not sure either, but they may be related to some local legends. At the time, we consulted some cultural scholars and folk experts, but we didn't get any substantial results," Mr. Zhang picked up the photo and gazed at it for a while.
"Be careful, I have a feeling that this might not just be a typical crime of passion."
"And these are all the information and rumors I've collected about this apartment." Reporter Zhang pulled out sheets of paper, some with clippings from old newspapers, some with handwritten notes, and a few seemingly old and yellowed photographs.
Lin Xinhui stared closely at each material, afraid of missing any details. One photo in particular caught her attention, it was a young woman standing solemnly in front of the apartment building.
"Who is this?" Lin Xinhui asked.
"She is the victim of a love killing case six years ago," Mr. Zhang's tone revealed a hint of coldness.
Lin Xinhui's heart trembled. She wondered if this was related to the "two souls" mentioned by the crazy old man on the third floor?
Mr. Zhang He turned another page and pulled out a printed page of an article: "And this, it describes the unusual occurrences that frequently happen in the apartment, such as unexplained sounds, items disappearing and reappearing, and even some residents reporting seeing ghosts."
Lin Xinhui Her heart sank at the striking similarities between these occurrences and what had been happening in their home recently.
"Do you think all of this is real?" Lin Xinhui asked cautiously.
Mr. Zhang took a deep breath and said, "After being in this line of work for a long time, you will find that some things, even if they seem impossible, may not necessarily be unreal. I suggest you maintain a high level of vigilance, especially for your daughter, Xiao Mei."
As soon as the words fell, Lin Xinhui's phone rang, it was a call from Chen Hanlin. She answered the phone and heard her husband's anxious voice: "Come back quickly, something has happened at home, Xiao Mei suddenly started crying very hard."
Heartbroken, Lin Xinhui hurriedly informed Mr. Zhang that she had to rush back home. Mr. Zhang quickly packed up.
Lin Xinhui Holding those documents in her hand felt like holding a double-edged sword. And all of this is just the tip of the iceberg, the deep sea of truth is still far from being known. At this moment, not only time, but even the air seemed to have frozen. She suddenly realized that this terrifying vortex was no longer just some surface strange phenomena, but a kind of deep-seated shadow that was quietly creeping into their lives.
They walked out of the file room, locked the door, and left the abandoned old site of the newspaper office. After bidding farewell, Lin Xinhui took the thick folder home to study it carefully. She hurried home and, together with Chen Hanlin, comforted Xiao Mei until she fell asleep.
They placed the newly obtained information on the table and reexamined everything.
Chen Hanlin walked in and sighed deeply as he looked at the scattered documents on the table.
"It seems that we have found some clues about the reason for the strange occurrences in this apartment and our daughter's situation..." Lin Xinhui nodded with a serious expression, knowing that they still had a long way to go.
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