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Lin Xinhui solemnly opened the door to her own home and stepped into the space that made her feel oppressed every time she returned.
Today, this feeling was particularly strong. The atmosphere in the apartment had become suffocating, filled with unknown dangers.
Walking through the narrow corridor, she opened her computer and couldn't help but look through the news reports related to the murder case from six years ago.
At that moment, an email from the reporter Mr. Zhang popped up, with a simple and direct subject line: "Urgent for Mrs. Lin! New lead found."
Reporter Mr. Zhang wrote that in the process of searching through old files, he found a clue about the head of a woman named Zhang Shufen who was killed in a love murder case.
In the instant that the attachment was opened, Lin Xinhui was shocked. She realized that the woman in the photo was strikingly similar to the woman she had recently seen in her dreams.
She suddenly felt a tingling sensation on her scalp, and a gust of cold wind blew from behind, as if someone was peering at her in the dark.
Lin Xinhui made up her mind to go see the reporter Mr. Zhang early tomorrow morning and hear his explanation in person.
Afterwards, she got up and walked to the living room, hoping to find some comfort in front of her family.
But as soon as she stepped into the living room, she saw Chen Hanlin with a dark expression, staring at the TV and unconsciously clenching his fists.
"What's wrong?" Lin Xinhui attempted to break the suffocating atmosphere.
Chen Hanlin shook his head slowly, "I don't know, I just feel something is off."
Two people exchanged a deeply understanding gaze, both aware of the unease in each other's hearts. Suddenly, the light in the living room flickered, as if warning them of imminent danger.
At that moment, a blurry image suddenly appeared on the TV screen, a photo of a woman.
"This is..." Chen Hanlin's voice was so low that it was almost inaudible.
"It's her, it's really her!" Lin Xinhui was stunned.
The image on the TV screen suddenly disappeared, and everything returned to normal. But the two of them knew that this was just the beginning.
At that moment, a sharp laughter came from Xiao Mei's room. The two looked at each other and felt a chill.
"What was that sound?" Chen Hanlin asked uneasily.
"I also want to know." Lin Xinhui tightly held her husband's hand as they walked towards Xiao Mei's room.
Chen Hanlin gently pushed open the door, and they saw Xiao Mei sitting on the bed, talking to a doll.
"Xiao Mei, who are you talking to?" Lin Xinhui asked in a calm tone.
Xiao Mei looked up and smiled, "I'm just chatting with a friend."
"Friend?" Chen Hanlin frowned. "Who is this friend?"
"Xiao Mei's friend is Xiao Mei's friend, not Mom and Dad's friend," Xiao Mei replied in an almost adult-like tone.
Lin Xinhui and Chen Hanlin looked at each other and both felt a sense of unease. They walked out of the room again and made sure to lock the door across from them more securely.
Chen Hanlin sat on the sofa in the living room, lost in thought. He felt a sense of helplessness in the face of his daughter Xiao Mei's unusual behavior, and he seemed to be at a loss.
The living room was filled with silence, with only the faint sound of the television playing in the background, but he didn't pay attention.
Suddenly, a gust of cold wind blew through, causing the lights in the room to flicker and cast various eerie shadows. Chen Hanlin looked up nervously, feeling an unusual chill as if something was staring at him.
His eyes were filled with unease and worry as he glanced towards the other end of the house, Xiao Mei's room.
The door to the room was closed, but through the crack, he could hear some faint, strange sounds - sounds he was already familiar with, but now they sent shivers down his spine.
"Xiao Mei," he called softly to his daughter, "are you okay in the room?"
No response. Only the strange whisper continued to emanate from the corner of the room. Chen Hanlin's heart raced as he quickly stood up and headed towards Xiao Mei's room.
"Xinhui," he called out softly to his wife, "Did you hear that? She's saying those strange words again."
"Should we go in and take a look?" Lin Xinhui suggested.
The door slowly opened, and Chen Hanlin walked in, while Lin Xinhui sat by Xiao Mei's bed. Xiao Mei's face was pale, and her gaze was vacant.
Sitting on the bed, Xiao Mei held an old doll in her hand. Her expression was strange, her lips moving, but the sound that came out seemed to be from another world.
"Xiao Mei, what's wrong with you?" Chen Hanlin's voice was filled with anxiety as he quickly approached his daughter.
Lin Xinhui turned to look at her husband, her eyes filled with tears. "Hanlin. Her condition is getting worse. She's constantly talking to that doll now, but I can't understand what she's saying, and the things she says are getting more and more bizarre."
Xiao Mei turned the doll in her hand, her voice becoming more and more desperate, as if countless voices were intertwining in her mouth. "They're here, they're all here, they say we shouldn't be here, they want to come back, they want to come back!"
Xiao Mei whispered, "They've been talking all along, they want us to leave, they want to come back."
Chen Hanlin's heart was pounding, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He hurried over to his daughter, trying to embrace her. But Xiao Mei's body was trembling, her expression still vacant, as if being controlled by some invisible force.
This situation made him even more worried. He understood that they needed to seek professional help, as it was beyond their capabilities.
"Xiao Mei, don't be afraid," he reassured his daughter. "We will find a way. We can't let this place affect us."
Chen Hanlin's brows furrowed deeply. He knew this was no longer just a simple child's play, but rather an unusual phenomenon.
"We'll go see a professional psychologist first thing tomorrow morning. This is no longer normal child behavior," he said to Lin Xinhui. "We can't delay any longer. Xiao Mei needs help, and we need to understand what's going on."
Lin Xinhui nodded in agreement, feeling immensely anxious and confused herself. "You're right, Hanlin. You go see a psychologist tomorrow, and I'll go find Zhang the reporter to get the latest clues. Whatever happens, we need to protect Xiao Mei."
The three of them hugged tightly in Xiao Mei's room, their faces filled with helplessness and unease. In this gloomy apartment, the mystery deepened, and they had to face more challenges to protect their family.
The next day, Lin Xinhui walked into the office of the journalist Mr. Zhang with deep unease.
Lin Xinhui picked up her phone and glanced at the message from Chen Hanlin, feeling a sense of urgency. She quickly replied, "There have been some developments here, but the situation is getting more complicated. By the way, have the test results come out for Xiao Mei? Did the doctor say anything?"
Chen Hanlin replied, " Xiao Mei still seems a bit off. I took her to the hospital for a check-up, and everything is normal. But I feel like..."
"What do you think?" Lin Xinhui eagerly typed these words, waiting for her husband's reply.
Meanwhile, journalist Mr. Zhang prepared two cups of coffee and sat back in his seat.
He looked at Lin Xinhui's expression and hesitantly said, "You look very anxious. Is something going on at home?"
Lin Xinhui sighed and put her phone back in her bag. "Our daughter has been behaving unusually lately, and we are all very worried."
"I understand that family always comes first. But regarding that tape, I have found a friend who specializes in audio analysis, and he is willing to help."
Lin Xinhui nodded, "That's great, we must figure this out as soon as possible."
Reporter Mr. Zhang took a deep breath and said, "I have an immature idea. Do you think there might be supernatural factors involved?"
Lin Xinhui hesitated for a moment and then said, "From everything that has happened so far, I think anything is possible."
Mr. Zhang Looked at her and felt that this mother was really brave, but at the same time couldn't help but worry about what might happen next.
He immediately took out a thick folder with the title "Zhang Shufen Love Murder Case" on it.
"There are some important data in this folder," Mr. Zhang said. "We conducted a more in-depth investigation into the love murder case six years ago, inquired about some information from the police, and discovered some key clues."
Lin Xinhui nervously opened the folder, which was filled with photos, police investigation reports, and testimonies.
Mr. Zhang continued, "According to the police investigation, Zhang Shufen's missing head has never been found. But we now have some clues that may help you find out where her head is."
The contents of the folder show that six years ago, Zhang Shufen was one of the residents of this apartment. She was a young woman with outstanding artistic talent and also a primary school art teacher.
The police found that her boyfriend, who killed her, was a sculptor. This sculptor's name was Lin Zongwang, who had created many sculpture works, but one of his works had previously caught the attention of the police.
This particularly eerie piece is a statue of a Headless woman, and it has a distinctly eerie and unsettling quality.
According to the police investigation, Lin Zongwang created this statue in that year, but it was never publicly displayed.
The police suspect that this statue may be related to the missing head of Zhang Shufen, but they have also been unable to locate the whereabouts of this artwork.
Lin Xinhui and Zhang Shufen looked at each other nervously, understanding the importance of this crucial clue. Perhaps finding this mysterious statue would lead them to Zhang Shufen's head and unravel the truth behind the entire mystery.
She decided to search for the whereabouts of the Headless woman statue.
This decision will lead their family into even more eerie and dangerous territory, but they are determined to unravel the mystery and reveal the truth behind the six-year-old murder case.
With the emergence of new clues, Lin Xinhui feels heavy-hearted but also determined.
She knew in her heart that finding that elusive statue would be a difficult task, but she couldn't give up. Not only for Zhang Shufen's justice, but also to unravel the mysterious past of this apartment.
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