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Lin Xinhui and Chen Hanlin returned to their apartment, their hearts filled with complex emotions.
As night fell, the silence in the apartment seemed deeper than ever before.
Lin Xinhui sat on the sofa, staring blankly at the night outside, feeling both sad and puzzled: "Mr. Xu How could he suddenly... not even the little ghost on Xiao Mei sensed it..."
Chen Hanlin sat quietly beside her, gently holding her hand to comfort her: "I know this is hard to accept, but we must stay strong. Perhaps the note left by Mr. Xu is the key to unraveling all of this."
Lin Xinhui nodded, took a deep breath, and said, "We can't give up. We must continue to search for answers, for Mr. Xu, and for ourselves."
Chen Hanlin said softly, "Tomorrow we will explore every corner of the apartment to see if we can find any clues to the ancient well."
That night, the two took turns comforting each other until they fell asleep.
But the night seemed not to be peaceful, Lin Xinhui saw Mr. Xu again in her dream.
She dreamt of Mr. Xu without a head, and his voice echoed in the dream: "Xinhui, it's up to you to save us..."
In the dream, Mr. Xu seemed to be guiding her to a certain place, but when she tried to get closer, she woke up.
Upon waking up, Lin Xinhui felt a strange sense of goosebumps, but upon seeing Mr. Xu's desperate plea, she understood that she could not afford to be afraid or back down.
She believed that finding the ancient well was the key to unraveling the curse of the apartment. Therefore, after a deep discussion with Chen Hanlin, the two decided to delve into the past of the apartment, uncovering those forgotten stories in the hope of finding a way to lift the curse.
In the next few days, during the day, Xiao Mei was entrusted to a temporary nanny for care. Lin Xinhui and Chen Hanlin, on the other hand, went around collecting stories about He Jiao from the elderly residents near the apartment, as well as legends about the ancient well.
They visited many elderly residents near the apartment, and each person answered that they didn't know and hadn't heard of it.
Just when the two of them were feeling hopeless, an old woman stopped them and said, "There is a centenarian here named Wu Ruifang. She is 108 years old this year. You should go and ask her. Maybe she will have an answer."
Lin Xinhui and Chen Hanlin followed the old woman's directions and arrived at Wu Ruifang's home.
Wu Ruifang Although she is old, reaching the age of 108, her mind is clear, and her eyes reveal deep memories of the past.
In the warm afternoon sunlight, Wu Ruifang begins to tell the story of He Jiao that she knows.
"That year I was only eight years old. He Jiao, she was a village girl, with a beautiful appearance and a kind heart. She fell deeply in love with a young man in the village named Liu Chengzhi. Liu Chengzhi was from a wealthy family in the village, handsome and well-liked by the villagers. However, this love story had a tragic beginning."
Wu Ruifang's voice carried a hint of sadness: "He Jiao became pregnant before marriage, thinking that Liu Chengzhi would take responsibility. But unexpectedly, for the sake of his family's reputation and his own future, he decided to abandon He Jiao."
Lin Xinhui listened, a hint of sympathy flashing in her eyes.
"Later I heard that Liu Chengzhi not only refused to acknowledge the child, but also heartlessly told He Jiao that she and the child were stains on his life. Because The Liu Family was going to marry the daughter of the Zhang family from another village, they demanded that Liu Chengzhi couldn't have a concubine and child," Wu Ruifang said angrily.
Chen Hanlin asked, "What happened next?"
"Later, He Jiao's belly grew bigger and bigger. In order to permanently get rid of her, Liu Chengzhi colluded with others and accused He Jiao of spreading the plague, labeling her as an ominous presence in the village," Wu Ruifang said with a heavy voice.
"When He Jiao's mother couldn't let go of her anger, she went to the yamen to accuse The Liu Family, but in the end, she was beaten to death. It was also because of this incident that the villagers realized that it was Liu Chengzhi who was behind everything, causing the wrongful death of innocent people, leading to a double tragedy."
Lin Xinhui couldn't help but feel heartbroken, and she tightly held Chen Hanlin's hand.
"He Jiao was ultimately burned alive in the fear and hatred of the villagers, and her unjust spirit should never find peace," sighed Wu Ruifang, seemingly lamenting the fate of He Jiao.
After hearing this story, Lin Xinhui and Chen Hanlin were filled with the tragedy of He Jiao.
"Grandma Wu, do you still remember the location of that ancient well?" Lin Xinhui asked.
Wu Ruifang shook her head, indicating that she didn't know: "It's been too long, things have changed, and the ancient well has long been buried or destroyed with the passage of time. But I remember it was in the location of that apartment building."
"Thank you, Mrs. Wu. The information you provided is very helpful to us," Chen Hanlin said gratefully.
They thanked Wu Ruifang for the information and left with heavy hearts.
Back at the apartment, the two of them sat in the living room, locked eyes, both understanding that the key to breaking the curse lay in He Jiao's relic and the ancient well.
"We must find the location of that ancient well, release He Jiao's resentment. This may be the only way," Chen Hanlin said firmly.
Lin Xinhui nodded in agreement, but also felt a little afraid in her heart: "We may be facing something even more terrifying than we imagine."
As night fell, the two figures elongated under the streetlights.
After leaving Grandma Wu's house, Lin Xinhui and Chen Hanlin felt confused and frustrated. The mystery of the ancient well seemed even more perplexing.
"What should we do next?" Lin Xinhui asked wearily.
"It looks like we'll have to search carefully in the apartment," said Chen Hanlin thoughtfully.
"Wait, let's bring the police officer Li Weihan with us. With him around, we should feel more at ease. If the evil spirit shows up, the police will believe us and not think we're crazy. Honey, also bring the ancient book given by the folklore expert Professor Wu. That way, we'll be safer."
Lin Xinhui and Chen Hanlin began a comprehensive investigation of the apartment with the assistance of the police. They carefully examined every corner, hoping to find any clues related to "ancient well, skull."
Officer Li Weihan said helplessly, "If it weren't for my relationship with Mr. Xu, the police would have already searched the entire place for the murder case involving the senior student years ago. Would I still accompany you to search in such a gloomy place?"
Female police officer Li Fang gave Li Weihan a stern look: "Stop complaining and just get on with it since you've agreed to help."
Officer Li Weihan held a flashlight, illuminating the dark corner ahead. His brow furrowed, clearly harboring doubts about this operation. Meanwhile, female police officer Li Fang followed closely behind, with a serious expression on her face.
"Every corner here has been searched by us. How many people did we use to search for the murder case back then?" Officer Li Weihan sighed, his voice revealing exhaustion.
Lin Xinhui's tense nerves seemed even more strained in this oppressive atmosphere. She kept looking around, as if hoping to find a glimmer of light in this darkness. "We just need to keep looking. Maybe there will be a new discovery."
Chen Hanlin then carried the ancient books given by Professor Wu to guard against encountering attacks from vengeful spirits.
They arrived at the basement of the apartment, which was filled with a cold atmosphere. Old items were scattered everywhere, each seemingly carrying untold stories.
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