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" Liu Minhung, I want to check the room on the third floor," Mrs. Lin said firmly.
"But..." Liu Minhung hesitated, even though he took out the key.
"No time to explain, we must act quickly." Mrs. Lin interrupted him and swiftly ran up the stairs with the key.
Chen Hanlin held a flashlight, breathing a bit quickly. He and Lin Xinhui stood in front of the door on the third floor, looking at each other.
"Are you sure you want to go in?" Chen Hanlin asked.
"We must know why Mr. Xu fell down. There must be something hidden on the third floor," Lin Xinhui said firmly.
Chen Hanlin took a deep breath and opened the door.
At first sight, they were shocked by the environment on the third floor.
Obvious traces indicate that some kind of ritual took place here - the floor is covered with strange symbols, and the walls are smeared with some unknown substance.
The balcony is littered with uncleaned glass shards.
"What is this?" Chen Hanlin's voice trembled slightly.
Lin Xinhui walked up to a wall covered in talismans, carefully examining the strange patterns. Her expression became increasingly serious.
And as they entered the third floor, a strange atmosphere enveloped them. Candles were burning inside, and the dim light reflected eerie symbols on the walls.
In a corner of the living room, an old rocking chair was gently swaying in the still air, emitting a creepy creaking sound.
"This place is filled with unusual energy," Lin Xinhui whispered, her voice seeming to echo in the space.
Chen Hanlin nodded, feeling an inexplicable pressure, but they had to keep moving forward.
He shone the flashlight around and found a closed cabinet.
Chen Hanlin walked over and opened the cabinet door. A musty smell hit him, and inside were an old diary and some worn-out items.
"Take a look at this." Chen Hanlin handed the old diary to Lin Xinhui.
She quickly flipped through the diary and saw some writings about "twins" and "soul exchange" on it.
"It seems that Mr. Xu is not talking nonsense," Lin Xinhui said to Chen Hanlin.
Just then, they heard a faint sound, like a child's laughter.
"What's that?" Chen Hanlin frowned.
"I don't know, but we must find out the source," Lin Xinhui said, picking up a flashlight and walking towards the direction of the sound.
They followed the sound and arrived at a sealed room. The room was pitch black inside, but as they shone a flashlight, they found that the room was full of old objects and photos.
"What are all these?" Chen Hanlin asked in confusion.
"It looks like photos and items belonging to the previous residents of this building." Lin Xinhui bit her lip. "I have a bad feeling about this. We must find a solution as soon as possible."
They then arrived at the master bedroom.
The atmosphere here instantly made Chen Hanlin's face turn dark.
In stark contrast to the bright lights and tidy environment downstairs, this place seems like a forgotten corner. The floor is made of old, worn-out wood, with some areas bearing unidentifiable liquid stains.
Mrs. Lin and Chen Hanlin cautiously walked in, silently praying that they wouldn't encounter anything worse.
The room is in a mess, but there are no other signs of life.
The walls are covered with strange symbols, not in Chinese or any familiar language, but in a creepy, handwritten script.
"What do these talismans mean?" Chen Hanlin asked.
Lin Xinhui took out his phone and tried to use the camera to capture one of the talismans, but the image became blurry and unclear, unable to capture the strange lines.
"It seems like these things don't like to be captured on camera," she said lightly.
The two of them walked up to a wooden door, which also had similar symbols on it, along with a yellowed piece of paper. Chen Hanlin hesitated for a moment, then gathered the courage to open the door.
A gust of foul wind hit me in the face, making me feel nauseous.
The room was dimly lit, and the air seemed to be filled with oppression and sorrow.
A tattered bed sits in the center of the room, its sheets torn to shreds as if they had endured countless struggles.
"So terrifying, something must have happened here." Chen Hanlin shivered as a chill ran from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.
At this moment, Lin Xinhui suddenly saw a stack of old photos on the bedside table. She walked over slowly and picked one up, only to see a young woman and a man embracing tightly in the photo.
The girl's face was as white as a sheet, clearly showing that she was under some kind of pressure or distress.
"Who is this?" Lin Xinhui frowned.
Chen Hanlin As he got closer and took a good look, his expression suddenly changed. "Wait, isn't this the leading lady from the love murder case six years ago?"
"Are you sure?"
"One hundred percent, I have a very good memory for faces."
At that moment, the two of them felt as if someone was watching them from behind. They turned around to look, but there was no one there.
Lin Xinhui noticed that the wall behind the photo was covered with symbols, so she began taking pictures for later study. Then she turned to the rocking chair, trying to understand its strange movement.
Suddenly, the rocking chair stopped swaying, as if in response to her touch. Then, a gust of cold wind blew in, the candlelight went out, and the room fell into darkness.
"Lin Xinhui, are you okay?" Chen Hanlin asked anxiously.
"I'm okay, just a little cold," she replied.
At that moment, a ghostly figure suddenly appeared in the room, vaguely showing a young woman, who was none other than Zhang Shufen. Her eyes were filled with sadness, as if seeking redemption.
"Please help me... save my soul..." Her voice drifted like the wind.
Lin Xinhui and Chen Hanlin felt horrified, but they knew this was the answer they were looking for. They had to break the ancient curse, redeem Zhang Shufen's soul, in order to save their daughter.
"We will help you, Zhang Shufen," Lin Xinhui said, her voice filled with determination. "We won't let you suffer anymore."
The image gradually disappeared, the room returned to brightness, and the rocking chair began to sway gently again, as if making a promise to them.
"We should leave. There's something else wrong here." Chen Hanlin's voice trembled slightly.
"Okay, but now we are more certain of one thing: this murder case from years ago is not as simple as it seems. There must be something fishy going on here," Lin Xinhui said decisively.
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