Chapter 107: Your Existence, My Deep Blood Debt (5) “Ah!…
"Ah!" Tu Wanqing threw her phone away with an uncontrollable scream and collapsed back into her chair.
The screen was facing upwards, and after a few seconds the screen showed that the call was hung up. After a while, the phone screen went black.
Tu Wanqing sat there stiffly, her mind blank. For a long while, she couldn't tell whether it was fear or sadness brought by her mother's death that occupied her mind.
As her thoughts gradually returned to her, she stared blankly at the phone that had fallen not far away. Thinking of the strange voice her assistant had just made, she didn't have the courage to pick up the phone. After a moment of hesitation, she turned and went upstairs to the study on the second floor.
Tu Wanqing contacted her old friends in China through the computer, asking them to help find out about her mother, and then she waited anxiously.
During this process, Si Ling was always floating behind Tu Wanqing like a ghost. Her mood was a little complicated, because among the people she had scared, Tu Wanqing was one who was very calm and rational when facing fear. If her values were more correct, she would have achieved good results instead of being targeted by the underworld and taken away early.
One can only say that one must always pay the price for one's actions. Over an hour later, Tu Wanqing received a reply from a friend, confirming that her mother had died in a Porcelain prison three days prior.
In addition to a long paragraph of text to comfort her, her friend also sent her a death certificate issued by the prison.
...So, who was the person who asked George and her for debt on the phone yesterday?
Tu Wanqing tried to control her wild thoughts, but she was still trembling all over. The human spirit was a delicate thing. Often, it was indestructible, unable to withstand even the most appalling torture. Other times, it was fragile, and it only took two nights of nightmares and a few seemingly plausible phone calls to send someone from a state of high spirits to a state of exhaustion.
After sitting there for a long time, Tu Wanqing tremblingly took screenshots of the things sent by her friends and threw them all into George's mailbox.
Then she returned to her bedroom on the third floor in a daze.
Having experienced nightmares for two days and two nights in a row, Tu Wanqing almost regarded her bedroom as a forbidden area this morning. But now a new fear came over her, and she subconsciously wanted to shrink into the quilt for protection, so she did something that seemed very contradictory: her inner guilt and uneasiness made her afraid of the darkness, so she completely opened the curtains to let the sunlight fill the bedroom; at the same time, she sought the sense of security of being wrapped, so she completely covered herself in the quilt.
Under the dual influence of dimness and lack of oxygen, the fatigue brought by two nights of poor sleep once again invaded her. She fell asleep in a daze. Si Ling floated beside her bed with his arms folded and smiled: "A Zhui, help her close the curtains."
Ah Zhui: “Okay!”
Si Ling: "Bai Ma, sleep paralysis."
"Here we go again..." Bai Ma floated onto the bed with a bitter face and lay on Tu Wanqing expressionlessly.
Si Ling cast a spell, striking Tu Wanqing between her brows. Her nerves were acutely alert, and the moment the spell struck, her urge to survive activated her sixth sense, almost waking her up. However, the sleep paralysis left her body rigid, her limbs completely immobilized. The tangible exhaustion quickly overwhelmed this intangible urge to survive, swiftly pulling her back into her dream.
A few seconds later, she opened her eyes again in a daze and found herself in a dark corridor.
Although unfamiliar, Tu Wanqing almost immediately identified the building as a Porcelain Country building—an old-style residential building built in the last century, often found in family housing estates. These buildings are typically slab-style, with at least three or four units, and sometimes as many as six or seven. Each unit is connected by a long corridor, and the lighting in the corridors is simply dim yellow voice-activated lights, located every few meters. These lights are generally low-power and dim, existing solely to illuminate the way for those leaving early and returning late.
This kind of environment itself has a sense of insecurity in terms of visual effects. Then, Tu Wanqing's senses further revived. She smelled a wisp of oil smoke floating in the air, mixed with the cold air, and every breath brought subtle discomfort.
So cold...
She subconsciously pulled her clothes together, looked down, and found herself in pajamas, which surprised her. But she didn't think much about whether this was abnormal. The cold feeling made her want to stay warm in this place.
She looked at the corridor in front of her and saw a light on the left side near the end of the corridor. It looked like an open unit door. Tu Wanqing immediately walked towards the light, but when she was halfway there, a sound from the right attracted Tu Wanqing's attention.
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On the other hand, George was harassed by debt collection calls all night long. The scary thing was that even if he turned off his phone, the call would still come on time.
He originally thought that his phone was infected, and the first thing he did after getting up in the morning was to ask his assistant to buy a new phone, but the nightmare call still came in.
By this point, George already felt it was a bit weird. Although he was not interested in horror movies, he had heard some ghost stories after living to his fifties.
After receiving the email from Tu Wanqing, this weird feeling quickly turned into pure fear. He stared at the phone screen in disbelief, his breathing completely stagnant.
For a few seconds, he hoped that this might be a prank, but unfortunately this idea was completely untrue, because on the one hand, he and Tu Wanqing did break up peacefully, and on the other hand, they were both in their forties and fifties, no longer at the age to play such boring pranks, not to mention that both of them were well-known, and it would be embarrassing if such a prank got out.
Is it really haunted?
George, wanting to get to the bottom of things, trembled as he called Tu Wanqing, but her phone was turned off. He switched to his computer and made a voice call. Li Qi, as Si Ling had arranged, was staring at Tu Wanqing's computer in the second-floor study. When he saw George's call invitation pop up, Li Qi immediately picked up the sound transmission note and said, "Si Ling, Si Ling, George's call is coming!"
"So soon?" Si Ling immediately looked at Xuan Chi, "Can you take me to George? The sooner the better."
Xuan Chi was stunned: "Now?"
"Yes." Si Ling said.
Hyun Chi nodded and walked towards the bed: "Let's go."
When George called Tu Wanqing's voice for the third time, the call was finally connected.
George was about to ask a question when the voice call suddenly switched to a video call and the middle-aged woman's face came into view.
"What the..." George gasped and hit the backrest, staring stiffly at the face on the screen.
The person on the screen seemed almost still. She was neither asking for payment nor roaring or laughing. She just stared at him straight.
She looked very normal, with a capable middle-aged woman's face and short hair mixed with silver. She looked dull but not gloomy. If George had not seen her death certificate a few minutes ago, he would not have been afraid at all.
...But the problem is that he had clearly seen the death certificate.
He and she looked at each other, and he felt the blood in his body freeze. Then, subtle changes began to appear. George initially only realized that the person on the screen had changed, and he didn't notice where she had changed. After a while, he realized that she was getting spots, starting from the sides of her neck, then her ears and cheeks.
The stripes are all blue, emerging little by little, from light to dark.
It's corpse spots!
When this word came into George's mind, he gasped and closed his notebook.
Almost at the same time, he felt a hand pressing on his shoulder. He shrank back and turned his face inch by inch, and really saw the hand.
The wrinkled hands had long, dirty nails, and the backs of the hands were covered with corpse spots.
George felt the unique coolness of the dead person's skin. The slightly slippery feeling instantly made him imagine liquids like corpse oil, and an uncontrollable whimper came out of his throat.
Behind George, Si Ling smiled at Xuan Chi, then turned serious and whispered in George's ear: "My money——"
"Ahhhhh!" George's last bit of support collapsed. He had no time to think about whether the setting of "Tu Wanqing's mother turned into a wronged spirit and flew from China to collect debts from him in English" was reasonable. He rushed out of the house yelling, "Help!"
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On the other side, Tu Wanqing was controlled by some mysterious force and walked towards the door of the house on the right driven by intuition.
What first caught her attention was the sound of children playing. She thought the sound sounded familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had heard it before.
When she reached the door, she found it ajar, so she pushed it open and walked in.
Inside the door was a world of black, white, and gray, like walking into an old black-and-white photograph. Tu Wanqing was surveying the room's period decor and furnishings when the sounds of children playing once again reached her ears.
It was the sound of plastic slippers running across the floor, dong dong dong dong.
Tu Wanqing followed the sound into the bedroom and saw a little boy of seven or eight years old sitting on the floor playing with glass marbles, and an old woman in her fifties or sixties sitting on a small stool against the wall sighing.
Tu Wanqing felt that this old woman was also very familiar, but she also couldn't remember where she had seen her.
“Knock, knock—”
The sound of chopping meat came from the kitchen. Tu Wanqing turned towards the sound again. A woman was cooking with her back to her. She held a meat cleaver that looked quite old in her hand. She raised it high and chopped it down hard, one after another, using all her strength each time.
For some reason, Tu Wanqing really wanted to know what she was chopping.
She then walked into the kitchen, held her breath, walked to the woman's side, and her eyes fell on the cutting board.
In an instant, the scene that came into view scared Tu Wanqing so much that her face turned pale - there was a human leg lying on the cutting board!
She stepped back in shock, only to see the woman's head suddenly twisted back behind her, staring at her motionlessly.
"Ah!" Tu Wanqing woke up from a nightmare for the umpteenth time in two days.
The curtains in the room were closed, and she was gasping for breath in the dim room. Just as she was coming to her senses, her cell phone rang.
She subconsciously reached for her phone and just as she answered it, she heard George's panicked scream: "Your mother! Your mother found me! I'm going to find you now! I want to return the money to her!"
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