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"Excuse me, excuse me," the security guard said. "What exactly is going on here?"
I stepped out of the elevator and introduced myself, "I'm a police officer. I came here to investigate, but suddenly a murder has occurred."
With that, I pulled out my Police Badge. The guard looked at it, seemingly puzzled. I didn't give him a chance to ask questions and quickly continued, "First, shut down the elevator on the right side. Also, set up a perimeter around here; no one else should be allowed to go up to the top floor. Lastly, make sure to save this segment of the surveillance footage."
While the security captain was still in a daze, I tucked my badge back into my pocket and patted his shoulder. "I need the video from the time this woman exited that door until her death. Do you understand? Leave a few people here to take me to the monitoring room shortly."
Seeing my serious demeanor, the security captain hurriedly replied, "Understood, but what exactly happened with this person?"
I pointed at Zhao Mingkun and said, "She is a professional Forensic expert. Once she completes the Autopsy, she will contact the City Bureau to have the body transported back. You don't need to worry about that."
The guard nodded and spoke into his walkie-talkie, controlling the left elevator while stopping the right one.
Zhao Mingkun had already pried open the other hand of the female corpse, revealing another eyeball inside. This eyeball was also flattened and appeared severely damaged, with part of it missing. Similarly, the ocular fluid clung to her hand as if she had grown two eyes in her palm.
The Corpse Stiffness was slowly setting in, indicating that she hadn't been dead for long. This was evident from the brief operation of the elevator. Moreover, Xing Yafang had likely only been gone for about ten minutes at most.
But how could the Murderer have managed to gouge out Xing Yafang's eyes in such a short span of time? Analyzing the scene suggested that it seemed as if the victim had removed her own eyes. I simply couldn't fathom how the Murderer accomplished this.
Could it really be that a ghost committed this murder?
Zhao Mingkun pointed at a bag outside the elevator and asked, "Is this bag belonging to Xing Yafang?"
Cheng Lu nodded and confirmed, "That's right; this is Xing Yafang's bag."
Zhao Mingkun approached the handbag. Some items had already rolled out, including an eyebrow pencil and lipstick, which lay scattered on the ground. Wearing gloves, Zhao Mingkun carefully picked up these items and examined them.
After a moment, Zhao Mingkun looked again into the bag and shook his head. "There's nothing here, just some decorative boxes, a contact lens case, and cosmetics—nothing of value."
He waved his hand dismissively and added, "It seems there are no more clues."
I nodded and glanced once more at the corpse on the ground. Like the previous body, it bore no other wounds, only the eyes that had been gruesomely gouged out.
Suddenly, a voice rang out, "Haha, she's dead! She's dead! We will die too; we will all die! See? The ghost has gouged out her eyes. You all know how Lu Zhiqiu died. Her eyes were taken out, so her ghost can't find out who killed her! Therefore, everyone involved back then will die! We will all have our eyes gouged out and die!"
At this, Luo Ding seemed unwilling to stay any longer. He pushed open the emergency exit door and ran down the stairs.
Watching Luo Ding's disappearing figure, some women began to feel frightened. Just moments ago, they had been arguing with each other; now one of them had become a corpse without eyes. The sudden change was too swift for them to process. They too were eager to leave and pleaded with several men to take them home.
Although I still had many questions for these people, I realized I couldn't keep them all here any longer. It seemed I would have to visit them one by one later. Before long, everyone had left. Only Zhao Mingkun, a few security guards, and I remained with the body on the floor.
None of the security guards dared to approach the corpse. This was understandable; even though the corridor was brightly lit, who would want to touch a body that had died in such a bizarre manner? However, having seen my fair share of corpses—if not more than eighty—this task naturally fell to Zhao Mingkun and me.
Using our radios, Zhao Mingkun and I took the elevator that the deceased had used earlier while the security guards took another one.
As the elevator doors closed, I could still see bloodstains on the door.
Standing in the elevator, I occasionally imagined how the murderer could swiftly kill and escape.
But after watching that segment of footage in the surveillance room, an inexplicable fear crept over me. The images left behind by the cameras reminded me of a notorious case—the Elisa Lam Case.
Everyone who watched the video was left speechless, their mouths agape.
Fear swept over everyone present.
"This... this is a ghost killing, right?" one of the security guards finally spoke up.
"Play it again," I said, tugging at my hair slowly.
The video started playing once more:
The head of security paused the video at the moment Xing Yafang stepped out of the top-floor room. From the footage, we could see Xing Yafang slam the door shut and storm off angrily.
She walked straight to the elevator door and pressed the button to go down. However, at that moment, the elevator was still on the first floor. Xing Yafang frowned as she waited for a moment, glanced at the floor indicator, then turned and walked deeper into the corridor.
At the end of the corridor was a restroom. Xing Yafang entered the restroom, and after about two minutes, she emerged. Although there were no cameras in the restroom, it was easy to guess what Xing Yafang had been doing in there during that brief time.
When Xing Yafang came out, the elevator still hadn't arrived. She stood at the elevator door, leaning against it as if using it as a mirror. When the elevator doors opened, there was no one inside. Xing Yafang rubbed her eyes and stepped into the elevator.
She pressed the button for the first floor, and the elevator began its descent.
Meanwhile, the surveillance footage showed others gradually exiting their rooms. Some of them boarded another elevator, while others chose to wait for Xing Yafang's elevator to arrive. This was understandable; after just accusing each other of being a Murderer in their rooms, it would be quite awkward to share an elevator.
As these people waited for the elevator, Xing Yafang began to act strangely.
She leaned against the elevator door, using its smooth surface as a mirror to examine her face closely. Then we saw Xing Yafang gradually become fearful. It was as if she had seen something terrifying reflected in the elevator door.
In the next moment, she suddenly pressed her hands against her eye sockets.
The most shocking scene unfolded before us. Through the surveillance monitor, we clearly saw her hands forcefully digging into her own eye sockets. At the same time, she let out a scream. The soundproofing of the five-star hotel elevator was excellent; those outside couldn't hear a thing.
Of course, there was no sound on the monitor, but we could all see from her wide-open mouth and contorted expression that at this moment, Xing Yafang was screaming in agony. Yet even so, she did not stop the gruesome act of clawing at her eyeballs.
Before long, her face was covered in blood.
Having watched it once, seeing it again still sent chills down our spines.
In less than a few minutes, Xing Yafang had literally gouged her eyeballs out of their sockets. At this moment, she was desperately banging on the elevator door with one hand while the other fumbled for the elevator buttons. She pressed several numbers repeatedly, but there were no signs of the elevator doors opening.
"Why won't this door open?" I asked.
The security captain replied, "Aside from the first and top floors where both elevators stop, this elevator stops on even-numbered floors while the other one stops on odd-numbered floors. So all those buttons she pressed were ineffective. The only one that worked was for the top floor. That explains it, but who can explain why she did this? Who would dare to come to this hotel after this?"
I couldn't answer his question and continued to watch the screen.
Xing Yafang pressed many buttons, but there was still no sign of the doors opening. At this point, she was trembling all over, her expression extremely twisted. It was clear that she was terrified. She stopped frantically pressing buttons but continued to pound on the elevator door.
However, each action became lighter than the last.
Her eye sockets resembled two waterfalls, blood continuously flowing from them. At that moment, both of her hands had formed into fists. It must have been at this time that she crushed her own eyeballs. She no longer had the strength to keep banging on the elevator door; instead, she leaned against it with her fists while resting her head against it as well.
Outside, it seemed no one was calling for the elevator, and the button for the first floor had been reset. Since someone on the top floor had pressed the down button, the elevator began to rise slowly. Meanwhile, inside the elevator, Xing Yafang had fallen silent. Yet due to a delicate balance, she remained leaning against the elevator door.
Finally, the elevator doors opened on the top floor.
Without support, Xing Yafang's body lunged forward, startling everyone who was about to enter the elevator. At that moment, the bag slung over Xing Yafang's arm flew out as well.
The women, upon seeing Xing Yafang's corpse, immediately ran back into the previous room.
The last scene of the video showed me and Zhao Mingkun rushing out of the room.
The entire video was not long, lasting only a brief seven minutes. Yet, the events that unfolded in those seven minutes left me, someone who had lived for over twenty years, utterly perplexed.
In previous cases, since the crime scenes were all in old buildings, there were no surveillance cameras inside, and we had no idea how the murderer operated. But this time, the footage clearly showed that there was only Xing Yafang in the elevator. And we distinctly saw her gouging out her own eyes.
The monitoring room was silent as everyone seemed unable to process this bizarre recording.
After a long pause, Zhao Mingkun turned to me and said, "This time, we clearly saw that there is no murderer."
A security guard chimed in, "Earlier, there was a man—wasn't he some kind of ghost? Did a ghost really gouge her eyes out? From the video... it can't be that a ghost did this, right? This is just too strange."
A ghost killing?
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