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Chen Hanlin tightly holds his wife Lin Xinhui's hand as the two sit nervously in the waiting area of the hospital's emergency room.
The sound of medical instruments, the busy figures of medical staff, and the occasional alarm make up a chaotic and tense scene.
"Xinhui, does Mr. Xu have any news?" Chen Hanlin asked anxiously, his tone revealing an uncontrollable nervousness.
"Not yet, but the nurse just came out and told me that his condition is very stable, so we don't need to worry too much," Lin Xinhui replied, but her eyes dared not leave the emergency room door.
At this moment, a nurse walked out, glanced at them, and then nodded, indicating they could go in.
After passing through a heavy metal door, Lin Xinhui and Chen Hanlin finally saw Mr. Xu lying on the hospital bed. His face was pale, his eyes half-open, and there was a hint of a bitter smile at the corner of his mouth.
"You're here," Mr. Xu coughed, his voice filled with an indescribable weakness.
"Mr. Xu, how did this happen to you?" Lin Xinhui's eyes were filled with worry.
Mr. Xu looked around, confirmed that there was no one else, and then said in an almost whispering voice, "Those... those things... if you knew... you would all die... all would die..."
His words were filled with mystery, making Lin Xinhui and Chen Hanlin even more eager to know the secret he was talking about.
The two of them pulled their chairs closer and sat by Mr. Xu's bed, eagerly awaiting to hear more information.
"Mr. Xu, please tell us, what exactly happened in the love murder case back then?" Lin Xinhui pleaded.
Mr. Xu took a deep breath and said, "I originally made a deal with those little ghosts, thinking to scare you away and have you move out. Who knew that you really wanted to help and are truly brave."
"Ever since the murder case, my mental state has been deteriorating, and no one has been willing to believe me. Thank you for taking my words seriously."
Then he began to tell the story from six years ago. His voice was hoarse, as if the ravages of time had worn him down.
"At that time, Zhang Shufen and Lin Xingwang were a young couple deeply in love with each other. But one day, a strange woman's spirit appeared. She was dressed in ancient clothing, with long disheveled hair and eyes filled with an eerie light. Her presence changed everything."
Lin Xinhui and Chen Hanlin stared intently at Mr. Xu, listening attentively to his narrative.
"This woman, her name is He Jiao, is the unjustly deceased soul from the village a hundred years ago. Her spirit, unable to rest, was buried under the land of that apartment, and she didn't want to be alone. She envied their relationship, so she... she possessed Zhang Shufen. The child Zhang Shufen is carrying is not actually Lin Xingwang's, but was conceived with another man under He Jiao's control. This fact made Zhang Shufen and Lin Xingwang's relationship extremely difficult, leading to frequent arguments and shouting in the later stages, gradually heading towards the brink of a breakup."
Lin Xinhui and Chen Hanlin couldn't help but exchange a surprised look. They had never imagined that the truth of the crime of passion case would be so twisted and complex. Suddenly, they also remembered that they had often had inexplicable quarrels before, and felt a chill.
Not only did she feel fortunate, she subconsciously touched the cinnabar bracelet given to her by Mrs. Yang.
"He Jiao's soul controlled Zhang Shufen, making her lie and do things she regretted. Zhang Shufen gradually became no longer herself, she became crazy, fearful, and filled with an obsession for unknown forces. In the end, that night, a tragedy occurred..."
Mr. Xu's voice became heavier, his tears moistened his eyes. Lin Xinhui and Chen Hanlin dared not speak, quietly waiting for him to continue.
"Lin Xingwang lost control and killed Zhang Shufen. That night, I heard a woman's scream and rushed to the fifth floor, only to witness a horrifying scene. Lin Xingwang stood next to Zhang Shufen's body, his eyes empty and his hands covered in blood. He Jiao's spirit looked at me, her face wearing a smug smile."
"I dared not intervene, only to call the police, but they arrived very slowly. Lin Xingwang dragged Zhang Shufen to the small warehouse on The second floor of the basement, dismembered her, and her head was nowhere to be found."
"When he went downstairs, he took out the cassette from the recorder and violently pulled out the magnetic tape inside. He casually threw it aside, lit a lighter and threw it towards the cassette, but unfortunately, the little ghosts extinguished it as soon as it was thrown down.
"At that time, Mrs. Yang also saw this scene with me, but she seemed not to see me. When Lin Xingwang left, she quickly took the cassette away."
"When Lin Xingwang was about to return to his residence on the fifth floor, he was caught by the police who appeared. It is said that at that time, his eyes were still very distracted, and he smiled in a very eerie way."
Lin Xinhui and Chen Hanlin listened to this horrifying story in disbelief.
They now understand that the ancient woman He Jiao is the source of all this trouble, and it is her presence that has cursed the entire apartment.
"I... I know it's all my fault," Mr. Xu's voice was full of self-blame. "But I am powerless. Now that you also know the truth, please help Zhang Shufen and the children, as well as the residents who died unjustly here, to free their souls."
Lin Xinhui and Chen Hanlin exchanged a glance, and suddenly felt a surge of unease in their hearts.
Mr. Xu's words were too shocking, and they couldn't help but feel puzzled and fearful about everything that was happening here.
At that moment, the lights in the ward suddenly flickered and then returned to normal. However, Mr. Xu's expression suddenly became unusually tense and excited.
"Hurry! Hurry!" He suddenly screamed wildly, his voice filled with fear and panic.
The look in Mr. Xu's eyes was filled with fear, as if he had seen unspeakable horror.
Lin Xinhui and Chen Hanlin were shocked and at a loss, not knowing what to do.
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