Chapter 106: Your Existence, My Deep Blood Debt (4) “If…
Tu Wanqing was stunned and looked at George hesitantly. George pointed at the screen angrily: "It's her, again!"
Tu Wanqing frowned, pressed the answer button, and called out doubtfully, "Mom?"
When Si Ling heard this, she immediately responded, "Oh, my dear daughter." Then she burst into a crazy laugh.
"Hahahahahahaha——" Si Ling roared to the sky with great devotion, and his teammates who were also ghosts had their mouths twitching when they saw him.
Li Qi leaned over to Zhu Mengwei and whispered, "I'm so glad I'm on her side."
On the other end of the phone, Tu Wanqing hung up in a panic, and George became even more annoyed: "What are you doing? Aren't you going to persuade her?"
Tu Wanqing could only say: "This is not my mother!"
"That's her voice!" George said word by word.
That was her voice.
This sentence ruthlessly exposed Tu Wanqing's self-deception. She could only forcefully reply, "I don't think it sounds like her voice. Besides, maybe it's a scam? AI technology for imitating human voices is already very mature now!"
This statement left George speechless. After all, he couldn't prove that the other party was not AI.
Although Tu Wanqing said this, a creepy feeling emerged from the bottom of her heart, running along her spine to the top of her head. She thought of last night's nightmare and the old woman with twisted limbs.
Don't panic, don't panic...
She forced herself to calm down, telling herself that the nightmare had nothing to do with the phone call. Then, feigning composure, she said to George, "If she calls again, just tell her to call me. You have my number anyway."
"Okay." George had no choice but to agree. He took a breath and said, "Sorry to bother you. I'll be leaving now."
"Goodbye." Tu Wanqing nodded, George shook his head, turned and left.
He was already married, and being seen entering and leaving his ex-girlfriend's studio wasn't a good idea. So after leaving Tu Wanqing's place, he immediately returned home. Just as he entered the house, the phone rang again.
It was still an unknown number. George answered the phone in a bad mood: "If you really want money, we can negotiate, but please discuss this with your daughter first, okay? I can give you her phone number!"
There was dead silence on the line, and after a few seconds, the call was hung up.
George really had a headache. He frowned and pondered for a while, then he just edited a text message and sent Tu Wanqing's cell phone number.
But before he sent the message, Tu Wanqing's phone rang.
At that time, she had just walked into the house and saw the strange number on the screen, and that weird feeling came back.
She took a deep breath and answered the phone: "Hello, who is this?"
"Qingqing, my daughter." It was her mother's voice on the other end of the line, but with a hint of madness and hoarseness that was unfamiliar to her. "Qingqing, that's the money my mother paid for her life, hahahahahahaha——"
Tu Wanqing shuddered as if she had been electrocuted and quickly hung up the phone.
An hour later, the same call came again. This time Tu Wanqing did not answer it and turned off the phone directly after hanging up.
It finally calmed down.
Tu Wanqing secretly breathed a sigh of relief, took a shower like last night, then closed the door and lay down on the bed.
Like countless ordinary people, Tu Wanqing also likes to play with her mobile phone for a while before going to bed, but now she dare not turn it on, so she has to find a book to read.
"Knock, knock, knock--" A child upstairs ran over happily. Tu Wanqing didn't take it seriously at first, but when the second sound came, she suddenly raised her head.
…She remembered that she had just moved.
She used to live in a large flat, and although the sound insulation was good, she could occasionally hear noises coming from upstairs.
But now she lives in a villa with its own door and yard.
Tu Wanqing felt a chill all over her body. When the third set of footsteps came, she grabbed the quilt and covered herself completely.
The soft silk quilt wrapped her whole body, bringing a full sense of security. Tu Wanqing fell asleep unknowingly until she felt someone pulling her quilt, and she woke up in a daze.
She subconsciously pulled the quilt back. After pulling it twice, she suddenly remembered that she lived alone and her breath suddenly held.
Tu Wanqing shivered uncontrollably, but she mustered up the courage to open her eyes a crack.
At first she saw nothing, so she moved her gaze inch by inch, and when her sight reached the end of the bed, she caught sight of a dry arm with long, bony nails and messy long hair.
Tu Wanqing was so scared that she closed her eyes and curled up in the quilt. She held her breath involuntarily, and the room was so quiet that not a single sound could be heard.
Then, in this silence, she heard light footsteps and the faint sound of bones rubbing against each other, approaching her little by little...
It was very close, Tu Wanqing smelled a scent.
She couldn't tell what that smell was; it seemed to have no flavor, but it made her feel a chill of decay. She felt someone standing by the window, observing her, and she closed her eyes even tighter.
Then, a slight itch brushed across her cheek, as if the end of her hair was brushing against the side of her cheek...
"Ah!" Tu Wanqing screamed and sat up. Everything was normal in the bedroom except that it was dark.
No one pulled her quilt, and there was no ghost.
Another nightmare?
She held her forehead and was in a daze for a long time, feeling as if she had indeed woken up from a dream.
She frowned and relaxed for a while, wanting to drink some water, so she leaned over to touch the lamp on the bedside table.
After pressing the switch, the desk lamp lit up. Tu Wanqing glanced past the bed and suddenly looked back.
She saw a strand of hair... by the bed.
The hair was dry and black, and she had recently dyed it flaxen gray.
The image of the female ghost leaning on the edge of the bed and staring at her sinisterly flashed through Tu Wanqing's mind. She rolled over from the other side of the bed as if escaping for her life, put on one slipper and ran out.
SAN value -10%.
She didn't dare stay on the third floor and staggered to the first floor.
When there were only two or three steps left, the lights in the corridor came on.
But she didn't install a voice-activated sensor light.
Tu Wanqing's heart suddenly rose to her throat and her SAN value dropped again. Reason told her that something was wrong here and she should probably hide on the second floor. But even though her feet had already started to retreat upwards, the sound coming from the kitchen attracted her attention and she looked in the direction of the sound.
The open kitchen is just in front of the stairs, and everything in the kitchen is visible at a glance.
A woman had her back to her, chopping the chopping board with a knife. It looked like she was chopping meat with such great force, but even if it was meat, the force was too strong, and it seemed like she was venting her anger.
Driven by the desire to survive, Tu Wanqing held her breath and walked lightly, trying to return upstairs without disturbing the woman. However, after turning around and taking a step, the woman asked her, "Don't you want to know what I'm cutting?"
Tu Wanqing froze for a moment.
Too close... The voice was too close, as if it was spoken right next to her ear. She began to tremble all over again, not daring to look back at all, but her eyes couldn't help but look to the side in trembling.
In just over ten seconds, Tu Wanqing's SAN value dropped sharply.
Can't see...
Can't see...
Still can’t see…
At a certain moment, she finally turned her head away resolutely.
There is nothing around.
She turned around again and the kitchen returned to normal. No one was cutting meat, the knife was in the knife holder, and the clean cutting board stood by the sink.
Tu Wanqing breathed a sigh of relief and suddenly felt an itch on her forehead.
She raised her hand to touch it and felt a dry strand. She looked up in horror and a pale face suddenly came into her sight.
"Ah!!!" Tu Wanqing screamed, the female ghost disappeared, and the scene of the bedroom came into view.
This time, this familiar scene could no longer comfort her. She gasped for breath, unable to tell whether she was dreaming or awake, and could only stare at her surroundings with her eyes wide open.
"Bang, bang, bang--" From the attic came the sound of children running and jumping, as well as their clear laughter.
"Click!" The sound of cutting vegetables came from downstairs.
"Ah!!!" Tu Wanqing, who was on the verge of collapse, was frightened by the sounds and covered her ears and screamed. She shrank into the quilt again without hesitation. As soon as she focused her eyes, she came face to face with the pale face in her dream!
"Ahhhhhhh!!!" Tu Wanqing struggled to escape from the quilt. As she escaped, she sat up in shock, screaming.
It seems like waking up from another dream.
She sat there, still breathing heavily, but her eyes were empty. She felt that she must still be in a dream, so she gave up struggling and collapsed at the head of the bed in resignation.
Si Ling held the paper figure suspended in the air and looked at her.
She had originally prepared a dream, but seeing Tu Wanqing like this, she temporarily gave up the idea.
Whether for public or private reasons, she had no intention of scaring Tu Wanqing to death tonight.
For the next few hours, Tu Wanqing sat there, dazed and paranoid. She shivered at the slightest sound, each second feeling like an eternity. She endured until dawn, when the sunlight finally dispelled her unease. Only then did she believe she was truly awake. She forced herself to the bathroom, washed her face and brushed her teeth, then checked her phone, went downstairs, and made a triple shot of espresso, mixing it with milk for a latte.
There's something wrong with this house.
This was Tu Wanqing's only clear thought at the moment. Following this thought, she began to think about moving again.
At this moment, her cell phone rang, which made her nervous again. Fortunately, this time it was not an unfamiliar number, but the caller from her assistant.
Tu Wanqing calmed down, put down her coffee, and answered the phone: "Hello, good morning."
"Good morning." The assistant's voice was heavy on the phone. After the greeting, he was silent for a long moment before continuing, "Um... just now, someone from China called and said your mother passed away in prison... Please accept my condolences."
Tu Wanqing was shocked: "What?!"
With these two words, she heard her heart start to beat wildly.
She had a good relationship with her mother, but what happened in the past two days made her unable to care about sadness, and instead she was swept by a strong fear.
She asked in a trembling voice: "When did it happen...how did she die?!"
"Three days ago." The assistant tried to keep her voice low. "It's said that... it was a death row inmate in the prison. It seems... her family had some trouble with her. I heard she was also in the prison, so I saw an opportunity to attack her. The prison guards immediately rushed over, but they were too ruthless and were still a step too late."
Tu Wanqing was frightened when she heard this.
The next second, the assistant's voice was tinged with a ghostly laugh: "If you had returned the money, she might not have died."
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