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Mrs. Yang took a deep breath, as if about to reveal a heavy secret. "I used to be the property manager here. This apartment, no, this whole community has a dark past that cannot be spoken of. The murder case from years ago is just the tip of the iceberg."
"What do you mean? Are there more things we don't know?" Lin Xinhui became even more nervous.
She sighed deeply and lightly rubbed the teacup with her fingertips. "This apartment not only has a murder case, but also a story from many years ago. These stories intertwine to form a huge web of curses."
Lin Xinhui tensed all over, listening intently.
"Sixty years ago, this place used to be an orphanage, where many children who had lost their parents lived. But one day, for some reason, the orphanage caught on fire, and a few children lost their lives because they couldn't escape in time."
Lin Xinhui was reminded of Xiao Mei's "playmate" and the ancient leather ball she found, and her heart trembled.
Mrs. Yang continued, "The orphanage was later closed for some reason, and after changing hands several times, it was bought by a developer and turned into the apartment building we see today. But it seems like the souls of those children are still tied to this place. They are the true identity of Xiao Mei's playmates."
Lin Xinhui felt a chill run up her spine.
Mrs. Yang suddenly got up to the drawer and took out two things, sat down, and handed a photo to Lin Xinhui. "Do you know this person?"
The photo shows a young woman with an innocent smile. Lin Xinhui took a look and then shook her head. "No, I have never seen her."
"She is my deceased daughter. She used to live on the fourth floor of this apartment building, and she was also a resident of this apartment."
"Have you been here before?" Lin Xinhui's expression immediately changed.
"Yes. She was pregnant, but the child was never born. It's a pity, she passed away during the pregnancy."
At this moment, tears welled up in Mrs. Yang's eyes, but she held them back and continued, "The old man, Hsu CheJen, on the third floor isn't crazy. I don't know why he knows so many secrets about this apartment."
"The voices don't just appear at night, they even show up during the day. My husband and I have been wanting to move out, but for certain reasons, we haven't taken action yet."
"What's the reason?" Lin Xinhui's heart raced.
"We stayed here to remind the new residents, especially those with young children or young couples who have not yet had children."
Mrs. Yang hesitated for a moment and said, "My husband feels that those matters may be related to the case. He has tried some methods to solve these problems, but it seems to have little effect. However, we found that as long as we don't explore and dig into it, everything will be fine."
Mrs. Yang took a deep breath and took out another yellowed album, gently opening it. "Look at these photos, these are the previous residents of the apartment. Do you see their expressions?"
Lin Xinhui Carefully examining the people in the photo album, without exception, their eyes all seemed to hide an indescribable fear. At this point, Mrs. Yang continued, "Those people in the photos, they no longer live here, they either moved away, or..." She fell silent for a moment, "or disappeared or died, they all have some indescribable connection to this apartment."
"Your daughter, Xiao Mei, has she been acting strange lately?" Mrs. Yang's eyes suddenly became deep.
"Yes, she has become very strange, even referring to herself in the third person," Lin Xinhui said, feeling even more uneasy.
Mrs. Yang continued, "That's because she may have already been possessed by that unborn 'child'."
Her eyes suddenly became sharp, and she approached Lin Xinhui, whispering in her ear, "Listen, Miss Lin, if you cherish your family, it's best to leave here as soon as possible. It's not just the old man on the third floor, this whole apartment building is... corrupt."
"Corruption? Are you suggesting there are some unknown stories here?" Lin Xinhui felt a surge of tension.
"Not only that, there is also a certain power here that can intrude into people's lives, and may even affect your daughter."
Lin Xinhui felt a sudden chill, and she suddenly realized that the key to unraveling all these mysteries might be hidden in the words of Mrs. Yang.
"If you insist on staying here, I think you might need this." Mrs. Yang took out a wooden box from under the table and slowly opened it. Inside was a string of hand beads connected by red musk beads, each bead engraved with different symbols.
"What is this?" Lin Xinhui asked curiously.
"This is a cinnabar bracelet, it has the function of dispelling evil spirits and blessing peace, and is made of natural cinnabar. I went to the temple to pray for this bracelet years ago, but before I could give it to my daughter, something happened to her. I prayed for three of these bracelets in total, my husband and I each wear one, and this one is for you."
Mrs. Yang's voice revealed a sense of helplessness and deep sorrow.
"Isn't this too superstitious?" Lin Xinhui hesitated for a moment and raised a question.
Mrs. Yang smiled faintly, "Whether we believe in superstitions or not, sometimes it's not up to us to decide. There are things that science can't explain, but that doesn't mean they don't exist."
Lin Xinhui took the 'cinnabar bracelet' and deeply resonated with Mrs. Yang's words. As their eyes met, they could see the determination and worry in each other's eyes.
"Do you think this is really useful?" Lin Xinhui asked.
"At least sometimes, I feel that our home is safe," Mrs. Yang replied. "But true security, I think, can only be achieved by unraveling the mystery behind all of this."
Lin Xinhui tightly held the 'cinnabar hand string' in her hand, but she knew in her heart that the real answer still needed her to search for it.
"Thank you, Mrs. Yang. I know this is not easy for you either," Lin Xinhui stood up, ready to say goodbye.
"Don't thank me," Mrs. Yang looked at her, "I just did what I had to do. I hope you can find the answers, for everyone's sake."
Lin Xinhui nodded, feeling a warmth in her heart. She walked out of Mrs. Yang's apartment, back to her own home, with a mix of complex emotions and unresolved questions in her mind. But at least now, she knew she wasn't alone.
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