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The first ray of morning light seeped through the crack in the curtains and gently fell on Lin Xinhui's face.
She still couldn't forget the chilling whispers from last night.
Chen Hanlin Finally got home from work. He walked through the door with a serious look on his face. "What happened last night?"
Lin Xinhui recounted in detail the sounds she heard last night and the experience of Mrs. Wang in the basement on the second floor.
Chen Hanlin After a moment of silence, the two of them decided to investigate the small room in the basement again, this time inviting Mr. Sun from downstairs to join them.
Lin Xinhui and Chen Hanlin found Mr. Sun, a senior resident in this building who knows a thing or two about some unknown things in the building.
Mr. Sun was wearing a gray knitted sweater, with a friendly yet slightly mysterious face. He received the two and took out what seemed to be an old key.
"This is the key to the back door leading to the basement. Are you sure you want to go there?"
Chen Hanlin and Lin Xinhui exchanged glances and nodded.
"Yes, let's go," Chen Hanlin said firmly as he tightly held the key.
The three of them walked down the narrow stairs and arrived at the back door of the basement. Mr. Sun used the key to open the door, and a wave of dampness and musty odor hit them.
The interior layout is peculiar, with some inexplicable decorations hanging on the walls, and the furniture looks old as if it were bought from a second-hand market.
Most strangely, there are no windows inside, making the whole space even more oppressive.
"There has never been anyone living here," Mr. Sun said leisurely.
Lin Xinhui began to look around the apartment, and her gaze finally fell on a small door in a wall cabinet. The door was slightly ajar, revealing a hint of darkness.
"Where does that door lead to?" Lin Xinhui asked.
Mr. Sun's expression turned serious. "It leads to a small room, but I suggest you not go there. There are too many things there that we don't understand."
"What don't you understand?" Chen Hanlin asked puzzled.
"I'm not very clear either, but that place always makes people feel uneasy," Mr. Sun replied.
Chen Hanlin and Lin Xinhui locked eyes again, both feeling a chill.
"Regardless, we must confirm the strange pile of eyes from yesterday," Chen Hanlin finally said.
Mr. Sun sighed, "Alright."
He held a bunch of old keys and forcefully inserted them into the keyhole, then turned the lock with a slightly trembling hand.
The door creaked open, and dim yellow light spilled onto a pile of clutter: old books, worn-out furniture, old clothes, and even what seemed to be a vintage phonograph.
The condition of the room was surprising; apart from a few old boxes and some odds and ends, there were no "pile of eyes" as described by Lin Xinhui and Mrs. Wang.
Mr. Sun coughed and began to speak: "Actually, six years ago, this place was the second scene where that love murder case happened."
"male party killed his girlfriend, then dismembered her body. It is speculated by others that it was to prevent her soul from seeking revenge on him. And even now, the police have not found the woman's head, leaving her family in unbearable pain."
These details made Lin Xinhui and Chen Hanlin feel uneasy. What's even more disturbing is that Mr. Sun continued, saying, "Actually, the most bizarre thing is that before he went to jail, the man told the police that he had hidden his girlfriend's head in a 'safe place.' But no one knows what that really means."
Chen Hanlin looked at the old items in the warehouse and suddenly said to Mr. Sun: "Have you noticed anything unusual happening in the apartment recently?"
Mr. Sun remained silent for a while and finally said: "Actually, yes. Sometimes at night, I hear very low, almost imperceptible sighs and whispers. Some people say it might be the sound of the wind, but I feel like it's the crying of spirits."
Lin Xinhui couldn't help but furrow her brow after listening, feeling that the apartment was more eerie and dangerous than she had imagined.
Mr. Sun's words sent a chill down the spines of both Lin Xinhui and Chen Hanlin. "But what does this have to do with what we saw last night?" Chen Hanlin asked.
Mr. Sun stared intently at a corner of the basement, his expression becoming unusually serious. "I think, perhaps the soul of that woman is still here, searching for her head."
"So, what will her soul do to us?" asked Lin Xinhui.
"If she feels threatened by you, she could do anything." Mr. Sun's response further increased the tension in the room.
Suddenly, a cold wind blew through, and the basement lights went out momentarily before suddenly coming back on.
Three people looked at each other and quickly left the basement without saying a word.
Back at home, Lin Xinhui and Chen Hanlin sat down to discuss their next plan. The mysterious phenomenon in the basement and Mr. Sun's words made them take it seriously.
"We can't ignore these things anymore, especially now that Xiao Mei is involved," Lin Xinhui said with a serious tone.
"I didn't expect it to be this serious. What should we do now? Should we consider moving?" Lin Xinhui's eyes showed concern and helplessness.
Chen Hanlin wrinkled his brow, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "We can't move now. We've already signed a one-year lease with the landlady, so we have to hold on for at least another ten months."
Lin Xinhui sighed, pondered for a moment, and then said, "Then we'll just have to be careful and watchful. I don't want our daughter to get hurt."
"Right, I also don't want her to be in any danger," Chen Hanlin agreed resolutely.
"Perhaps we can start by getting more information from Mr. Sun. He seems to know a lot," Lin Xinhui suggested.
Chen Hanlin nodded, "I'll go talk to him tomorrow and see if I can dig up any useful information."
The next day, Chen Hanlin went to see Mr. Sun early in the morning. This time, he brought a serious questionnaire, ready to conduct a systematic interview with Mr. Sun.
Mr. Sun received him and took him to his living room. The living room was simply decorated but tidy, and the furnishings were quite ordinary. Mr. Sun sat on a worn leather chair, picked up a cup of tea, and slowly said, "I guess you came today because of that basement incident, right?"
Chen Hanlin nodded, "Yes, we really need to know more, especially about the love murder case six years ago."
Mr. Sun put down the teacup and his expression turned serious. "Let me be direct. That guy did what he did out of jealousy and a pathological mindset. He hid the girl's head because he was afraid she would retaliate against him. This was all in his initial confession."
"Did the police eventually find the head?" Chen Hanlin asked.
Mr. Sun shook his head. "No, that's a mystery. The family of the woman cried terribly, but they never found it."
"Do you think that the skull might still be in this apartment building?" asked Chen Hanlin.
Mr. Sun narrowed his eyes and thought for a moment, "It's possible, after all, there have been all sorts of strange things happening here."
Chen Hanlin listened and felt even more nervous deep inside, sensing a chill running up his spine.
"Okay, thank you, Mr. Sun. We will be more careful." Chen Hanlin stood up, ready to leave.
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