Chapter 6: Haunted Hill House (6)
The villa outside the door was pitch black, with only a faint, cold white moonlight pouring in from the huge floor-to-ceiling windows in the hall.
Yan Shixun was walking towards Bai Shuang's room.
This villa is a hundred years old. Even though it has been renovated to make it more in line with modern living habits, the overall structure and decoration of the original period are still retained.
The second and third floors, which serve as bedrooms, are U-shaped. The rooms on both sides face each other across a hollowed-out atrium in the middle. The stairs and railings are all made of wood, polished to a shiny finish with wax. One can vaguely tell how luxurious this villa was in the past.
But now, when people walk on the old wooden stairs, they make "creaking" and "creaking" sounds.
Echoing in the empty and quiet night, it seemed even more dead and eerie.
Because Bai Shuang had sung live in the garden in the afternoon and was also very active during dinner, although Yan Shixun did not participate in the guests' room allocation in the afternoon, he also noticed which room Bai Shuang lived in.
She lived on the third floor, on the same side as Yan Shixun, which happened to be Yan Shixun's blind spot when he looked out from his room at the courtyard of the villa. If he didn't go up there himself, he couldn't confirm whether Bai Shuang was really missing, as the thing outside his door had just said.
When Yan Shixun walked to the third floor, he saw from afar that Bai Shuang's room door was wide open.
The room was empty.
Yan Shixun stood at the door of the room and looked inside. He did not call Bai Shuang's name rashly, but checked the situation in the room calmly.
There was no light in the room, but from the dim light, one could see that the bedding had been used and the quilt still retained its sleeping shape, as if the owner was only away temporarily and would be back soon.
There were also a few beautiful dresses scattered on the bed, and opened cosmetics were placed on the dressing table, as if the girls were in a hurry to dress up and go out.
The window was open, and the night wind poured into the room, blowing up the white curtains.
There were no signs of fighting or struggling; Bai Shuang chose to walk out on her own.
Yan Shixun frowned and stepped into the room.
"Squeak---"
The wind blew the wooden door, making a harsh friction sound.
The moment Yan Shixun completely entered the room——
"Bang!"
The door slammed shut, locking Yan Shixun in the room.
At that moment, an illusion seemed to appear before Yan Shixun's eyes.
"She" sits in front of the dressing table, putting on makeup in front of the mirror, happily dressing herself up so that she can greet her beloved with the most beautiful face.
Gorgeous dresses were neatly hung on the hangers, but none of them satisfied "her". Her hands painted with bright red nails anxiously searched among the dresses, but accidentally turned to the end, revealing the intricately embroidered costumes hanging at the back.
Her expression suddenly became sad.
The face in the mirror is still beautiful, but unfortunately wrinkles have appeared beside the charming eyes.
“She” is no longer young, and the lover “she” loves has not come for a long time.
Yan Shixun's face overlapped with the woman's reflection in the mirror, and the woman's state of mind seemed to be his own.
When the woman picked up the golden scissors next to her and slowly pointed them at her neck, Yan Shixun also picked up the scissors next to him...
"Get lost! I'm still in my prime even at 80 years old. Lover? Screw your lover! Which idiot is so blind that he doesn't like me?"
Yan Shixun picked up the makeup brush that Bai Shuang had left on the table, flipped it deftly between his slender fingers, and pointed it straight at the mirror.
“Crack!”
The soft brush was as sharp as a sword and pierced into the mirror, shattering the entire surface.
A woman's resentful scream was heard.
The cracks all over the mirror cut Yan Shixun's face reflected in it into thousands of pieces, and blood flowed from the lines on the fragments.
It seemed to indicate that Yan Shixun was torn into pieces and died.
Yan Shixun smiled sarcastically and turned the makeup brush carelessly, causing large pieces of mirror fragments to fall off.
"Pretend."
He snorted coldly: "Who are you trying to scare? If you have the guts, come out of the mirror and let's have a fight."
All auditory and visual hallucinations disappeared.
The room was quiet, as if nothing had happened.
Only the broken pieces of glass scattered all over the table reflected the cold white moonlight.
Yan Shixun lowered his eyes and scanned the sparkles on the table. When he saw the scarlet lipstick that had not been screwed back on, he suddenly stopped.
When he overlapped with the cheongsam woman, he noticed the exquisite lipstick box in the woman's hand in his hallucination and vaguely saw a name.
Frost strikes.
Is that the woman's name?
Looking at her clothes and the items she uses, they were all popular a hundred years ago, and the surrounding environment is also consistent with the style preserved in the villa.
From this point of view, the woman named Xishuang was most likely the owner of this villa a hundred years ago.
Yan Shixun frowned and raised his hand to pick up the lipstick from the broken glass.
Xishuang and Baishuang are only different in surname. When Baishuang was missing, he saw the illusion of the woman in Baishuang's room again.
If it's a coincidence, isn't it too much of a coincidence?
Yan Shixun looked around, trying to get more information to verify his guess.
At this moment, the faint and ethereal sound of opera suddenly came from the originally silent room.
The woman's voice was extremely sad and lingering, cutting through the night, clear and distant.
The lyrics of the old operas were full of deep emotion, and when sung by women, it seemed as if they were about to bring out tears of blood.
"... secretly looking, secretly looking...
He was in tears... in tears of sadness
I was half-horrified...
...Unwilling to die for love, accompany me to the spring earth"
…
When it came to some of the lyrics, the woman's voice was half swallowed and then spit out softly, as if she was whispering in her lover's ear, making it difficult to hear clearly.
The faint drama sounds suddenly heard in the deserted forest in the middle of the night were creepy.
Zhang Wubing, the only one awake in the entire villa, was frightened to the point of breaking out in a cold sweat and shivering in his own quilt.
But Yan Shixun, facing the woman's resentment, seemed to be stared at by a pair of eyes in the dark, but listened with a blank expression. He made an impatient "tsk" sound, but in order to understand what that thing was doing, he could only force himself to listen patiently.
As for fear?
I'm sorry for disappointing that woman, not at all.
Yan Shixun now just wanted to pull that thing out and beat it up.
——What the hell is that? Is it soul-calling? It’s disturbing the public in the middle of the night.
Yan Shixun has always been impatient to listen to these extremely slow operas where one word is sung every ten seconds, but the one sung by the woman is really famous.
He had heard it so many times on the radios of many old people while walking around the streets, so familiar with it that he could tell which one it was with just a few words.
It’s “The Flower of the Imperial Concubine”.
It tells the story of a princess and her husband preparing to commit suicide together for love when the country is in danger, but the princess is afraid that her husband will regret it.
The lines sung by the woman were a description of the princess's psychological state when she saw her husband crying and thought he was regretting his actions.
Yan Shixun listened with a frown.
He rolled his eyes and said, "Are you blind? What kind of lover is this? He's basically garbage."
As soon as these words were spoken, the opera singing outside the window stopped.
It was as if the woman was choked by a breath, with the air stuck in her throat and she couldn't spit it out or swallow it. She was so angry that she wanted to climb up through the window and drag out this arrogant boy who slandered her lover.
But he seemed to be afraid of something and did not dare to approach the villa or enter the room.
In the end, the woman forced herself to hold it back.
They didn't even sing the lines of the opera, and everything became quiet.
There was a gleam in Yan Shixun's eyes and he raised his eyebrows slightly.
Unable to cause any substantial harm to him, he could only rely on the mirror to create illusions for him, causing him to hurt himself. Even though he was so angry that his resentment seemed to have substance, he still didn't come to beat him up...
Are you afraid to enter the villa, or are you unable to do so?
Did something happen in the villa before the woman died a hundred years ago? That made the woman who lived in the villa afraid of the villa?
Or, is there something more powerful than women in the villa?
Yan Shixun's mind worked quickly as he walked towards the door, ready to leave.
Bai Shuang is not here, nor in the living room. Where can she go at this time?
The door of the room was still tightly closed as it had just been automatically closed. Yan Shixun tried to turn the doorknob, but it didn't move at all.
Do you want to lock him up here?
Yan Shixun sneered and took a few steps back.
Then his eyes flashed, he took a deep breath, gathered his strength and kicked with his leg.
"Bang--!"
The entire door panel was shattered into pieces.
Behind the collapsed door panel, a flash of deep red quickly passed through the darkness.
In a flash, Yan Shixun quickly stretched out his hand and grabbed the deep red color.
Then, a sharp scream was heard.
A wisp of bluish-white smoke drifted away from Yan Shixun's palm accompanied by a "sizzling" sound.
At the same time, there was also a smell of barbecue.
And that thing took advantage of the moment when Yan Shixun was stunned, quickly abandoned the part that Yan Shixun had caught, and ran away quickly.
He looked at the deep red color that quickly cut off its tail and ran away: "?"
What the hell? This thing has a really vicious intention. Knowing that he doesn't eat much for dinner, he actually wants to use this method to seduce him?
Yan Shixun expressionlessly held his rumbling stomach as his appetite was aroused, and chased after him unhappily.
The crimson thing seemed unable to move or disappear in the air, but instead staggered and ran along the corridor like a tangible object.
Yan Shixun scolded, "Why are you running away? You made me hungry and you ran away? Do you have morals?"
The deep red color shuddered and ran faster without looking back.
Yan Shixun: …Fuck!
One person and one unknown object, it seemed as if their positions were reversed.
The prey, which should have been frightened and cried for mercy, became the hunter, while the hunter, who was originally full of pride, staggered and fled in panic.
As the distance between the two people was getting closer, suddenly a door next to them opened, separating the two people.
Yan Shixun bumped into An Nanyuan who was walking out of the room.
An Nanyuan, who originally wanted to go downstairs to get a glass of water, saw a face with a strange and dangerous smile approaching him quickly in the darkness.
He was so frightened that his hair stood on end and his eyes widened: "Ahhhh..."
Yan Shixun was quick to act and covered An Nanyuan's mouth, muffling his terrified screams.
"Shut up." Yan Shixun shouted in a low voice: "If you shout again, I will eat you."
An Nanyuan: “!!!”
Yan Shixun was very strong, and An Nanyuan, who was unable to break free, finally recognized the face that had given him a great visual impact during the day when he was very close to him.
An Nan was originally a member of a boy band in a talent show, and he had seen many handsome boy band idols. But from the first time he saw Yan Shixun, that face with delicate features but a sense of unruly and wanton romance, left an indelible impression on him.
This is a top beauty who, even if she has no talent, can be sought after and debuted with just her face.
An Nanyuan, who recognized Yan Shixun, finally breathed a sigh of relief, and his violently beating heart began to calm down.
But then, he remembered something and looked at Yan Shixun with horror.
Yan Shixun looked at him in confusion: "I am Yan Shixun, one of the guests. Don't worry, I won't really eat you."
An Nanyuan, whose mouth was covered and unable to speak, pointed at his shoulder frantically.
There, there was a small lens.
An Nanyuan: I turned on split screen! I'm live streaming now!
Yan Shixun also reacted: "..."
grass!
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