Chapter 2 Finding a Post-Apocalyptic Girl 2
The girl was covered in blood, leaning against the wall, motionless, with her eyes closed.
The beam of light shone directly on her face, but she didn't react at all; she seemed to have fainted.
I was momentarily stunned.
The vengeful ghost that haunts this abandoned construction site late at night is actually a young girl.
No, aside from being "covered in blood," this girl has absolutely nothing to do with the vengeful ghost I've heard about.
So, this is a living, breathing human being? But why is she so badly injured, and why is she wearing a hospital gown in such a remote place?
Now is not the time to think about these things. Since she is a living person with serious injuries, it is self-evident what I should do now.
I quickly knelt down in front of her, using my amateur knowledge to check her vital signs while taking out my phone to call for emergency medical assistance.
At the same time, I carefully observed her appearance.
She was probably only thirteen or fourteen years old, still in junior high school. Although her cheeks were stained with blood, it was clear that she had a dignified yet youthful beauty, her flawless skin dazzlingly white under the light. Her head was tilted pitifully, her medium-length black hair cascading down one shoulder.
Her blue and white striped hospital gown was severely torn in multiple places, with dark red blood seeping through. This was definitely not the kind of serious injury that would result from an accidental fall on the street or a tumble down the stairs; it was evidence of fatal violence. There must have been a cold-blooded and cruel thug wielding a sharp weapon.
The blood was very fresh; she could only have been injured nearby.
The rioters are nearby!
I kept my eyes and ears open, but I couldn't detect any movement from any third party. However, I didn't give up my vigilance.
Looks like I'll have to call the police again later.
However, I didn't expect that I wouldn't even have time to make an emergency call. Just as I was about to press the dial button, the girl suddenly raised her arm and grabbed my wrist holding the phone with a strength that didn't match her youthful appearance.
She opened her eyes weakly, her consciousness seemingly unclear, and I didn't even know if she could see my face clearly.
"Don't call the police..." she whispered weakly.
After she finished speaking, she closed her eyes again, but her hand remained firmly on my wrist. No matter how I called her, I couldn't wake her up.
Don't call the police? Why?
I regret that I cannot comply with her request. Regardless of whether I call the police or not, I will definitely make an emergency call; I am not so heartless as to stand by and watch a stranger die. And once the hospital sees her condition, they will surely contact the police.
That was really what I originally thought.
But soon I realized that I didn't even need to call for emergency help.
I removed her hand, and just then, as her hospital gown was being pulled, I saw the skin exposed beneath the tear in her clothes.
The skin appeared completely undamaged.
I immediately realized something was wrong. I disregarded the taboo against men and women touching each other and went straight to check the injuries under her clothes.
I didn't realize what was happening until I checked, and what I found immediately revealed another very serious problem—through her shirt, I could feel something incredibly unfamiliar, hard, and cold. Lifting her shirt to look inside, I discovered a menacing-looking prop tucked away.
The murderous aura I sensed transformed into a chilling sensation I had never experienced before, rushing straight to the top of my head.
This is a pistol!
I pulled out the handgun in disbelief and examined it repeatedly. Even I, an amateur, could tell it was definitely a real gun!
Moreover, if my examination of the girl's body was accurate, she is truly unharmed.
If that's the case, why did she fall into a coma that looked like she had lost too much blood?
Surely she wasn't just sleepy and wanted to take a nap?
Whose blood is on her? If it's not hers, could it actually be animal blood? Are you kidding me? How can I believe that someone who carries real guns is covered in fake human blood?
I must correct my preconceived notions: at first, I thought a crime had occurred here and she was the victim, but the truth may be the complete opposite of my initial impression.
The police must be notified.
Even assuming she is innocent, guns should not be allowed to be found in civilian hands; this is the most morally and ethical course of action.
However, I cannot help but be aware of an alluring radiance emanating from this enigmatic young woman, an unpredictable and incredible dramatic potential that completely transcends my experience and life.
A mysterious, blood-stained beautiful girl lying in the ruins—in my entire life so far, I have never experienced a more unreal encounter than this.
At that moment, my curiosity overcame my moral principles.
I'm going to take her back.
We did it right away.
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After deciding on the direction, I immediately took off my coat and wrapped it around the girl, which was too big for her, and then picked her up in my arms.
I'm not usually very popular with the opposite sex, and I'm easily susceptible to their allure. Holding this girl's soft body, I couldn't help but let my imagination run wild. Normally, physical contact with a woman wouldn't normally trigger such thoughts. But at this moment, this unfamiliar, beautiful girl possessed a fatal, poisonous charm.
She was so mysterious and dangerous, and she implied the possibility of shattering my life so far.
Was it really necessary to take her back? Even if I obeyed her request to stop calling the police, I could simply leave her there. But I was genuinely curious, extremely curious—why was she so scantily clad and covered in blood, and why was she illegally carrying firearms and ammunition? What unbelievable story lay behind it all? I had to find out.
I carried her away from the abandoned construction site.
My rented apartment off-campus and this abandoned construction site have something in common: they are both near the university I attend, Saltwater University, and the distance from here to my home is not far.
The problem is that although you can take back roads to avoid being seen by others in the first half of the journey, you still can't avoid being seen by passersby or captured by surveillance cameras if you walk the whole way. Moreover, the security guards will also see you when you enter the community, and you may be stopped and questioned.
So when we were halfway there, I hid the girl in the nearby bushes and rushed back to my rented room to get the large suitcase I used to carry luggage. Then I went straight back to where I started.
On the way back, I was extremely worried. I was terrified that the girl had already woken up and left on her own while I was away, or that I was just unlucky and that she had been accidentally discovered by a passerby in such a short time.
Fortunately, my luck wasn't that bad.
I lifted the girl out of the bushes. She was petite, and it wasn't difficult to put her into the large suitcase with her arms and legs curled up. I had initially worried that this might be wishful thinking, but it really did fit.
Honestly, when I bought this suitcase, I never imagined that one day I would be like a perverted sex offender in some adult stories, carrying underage girls in a suitcase.
My heart was pounding and my mind was racing, but what captivated me more than those lewd thoughts was this extraordinary experience and the extraordinary actions I was taking.
Yes, this is absolutely strange, and it's definitely not a normal event that would happen in normal life.
What will happen next?
I entered my residential compound and glanced back as I passed the security booth at the entrance.
The security guard was idly playing on his phone, not even glancing at me, a suspicious person who had returned with a suitcase in the middle of the night. None of the pedestrians I encountered along the way paid me any attention either.
No matter how significant tonight may be for me, it may just be another ordinary day to others.
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I dragged my large suitcase back home.
Luckily, I'm a college student living alone off-campus now, otherwise I really wouldn't know how to report this to my parents.
I lifted the girl out of the suitcase. Clearly, the inside of the suitcase was not a comfortable environment; even the girl, who was in a deep coma, was unconsciously frowning in discomfort.
Thankfully, the bumpy ride didn't wake her up. Even though the security guards and other people on the road were indifferent to me, if a minor girl's cries for help had suddenly come from inside that suitcase, I would have been in a very awkward situation.
I tried again to see if I could wake her up, but I failed; she wouldn't wake up for the time being. So let her rest for now.
I carried her to my bedroom and laid her flat on the bed.
Although it's not good for her hygiene to continue wearing blood-stained clothes, and the sheets and blankets are also stained with blood, I don't plan to change her clothes myself. I'll let her change them herself when she gets up. If she hasn't woken up by tomorrow, I'll change her then.
Tonight I'll sleep on the sofa in the living room and let her have the bed in the bedroom for now. It's not out of any so-called gentlemanly spirit, but if she sleeps in the living room, I might not notice her leaving after she wakes up. As long as I'm in the living room and she's in the bedroom, she'll have to pass by here to leave, which will definitely alert me.
Just in case, I carefully placed an empty Coke can on the doorknob on the outside of the bedroom. The doorknob isn't spherical, but rather rectangular, so the can stay stable without any external force. However, if she turns the doorknob from the inside of the bedroom, the can will definitely fall to the ground with a loud thud.
Is she a witch who will bring ruin to my life, or something else entirely? Before leaving the bedroom, I looked at her sleeping face, unable to suppress the heat in my heart, and I could even feel the vibrant pulse in the veins behind my ears.
I'm really looking forward to seeing what tomorrow will bring.
(End of this chapter)
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