Chapter 11 Sorry, he hates the rain
"Huh?" Rongrong's eyes widened, and she asked in surprise, "Do the police still catch ghosts?"
"It's not a ghost." Yang Guisi said succinctly, "There's a woman tied up inside. Is that room also your landlord's? Call the police, but don't tell the landlord yet."
Then, ignoring the uproar in the comments, she simply turned off the live broadcast, looked at the two people staring at each other at the door, spread her hands and said, "Come in."
Chang Xile slowly returned to her seat. She couldn't help but ask out of curiosity, "Aren't you curious whether she'll call the police later?"
It sounds like a very serious matter. What if the netizen didn’t call the police because he didn’t believe Yang Guisi’s words?
Yang Guisi didn't look at her. After a while, he said, "Everyone has their own destiny. It's her choice whether to report it to the police or not. It won't do me any good to interfere too much with her karma."
Chang Xile nodded, not quite understanding, and the entire dormitory fell silent again.
She remembered that Yang Guisi's live broadcast style was very different from the live broadcasts of beautiful women that she usually came across accidentally, so she simply opened the search engine and typed in the word "Guisi". A bunch of posts popped up on the webpage at once.
"Ghost Si" has been active in online livestreams for three months, specializing in showing people bizarre and bizarre happenings. Despite wearing a mask, her beautiful features are undeniable. Her sharp words and unique perspective are incredibly accurate, making her a favorite online.
In this case, could I ask Yang Guisi what the big deal is about hearing a cat talking?
But I'm not really familiar with the person, and it seems a bit presumptuous to suddenly ask for help.
Oh, forget it! After all, hearing the cat talking doesn’t affect my life that much. Chang Xile struggled with it for a long time, then simply stopped thinking about it, tied her hair up and prepared to go wash up.
When she finished taking a shower, drying her hair, and getting ready to go to bed, her cell phone suddenly vibrated.
It was Ren Qing who forwarded a post to her.
The post is titled: "Ghost Secretary is online again today!"
Inside was a screenshot of a live broadcast, which was of Yang Guisi and Rongrong who had just connected with her on the microphone.
The poster posted a lengthy post describing the aftermath: "I'm a good friend of this Rongrong. After Guisi's livestream ended, she hesitated for a long time. After discussing it with me, she actually called the police. When the police arrived, they discovered a female tenant tied up in the room, illegally detained by the landlord. She wasn't originally in the room next to Rongrong's, but had struggled to crawl to a room with a window to seek help... Alas, by the time they found her, she'd emaciated. Anyway, Guisi's predictions were incredibly accurate. Hard to believe, but I admire them!"
This post became extremely popular as soon as it was released, and the comment section was also very lively, with many netizens who were curious about the follow-up in the live broadcast room.
"Damn, this landlord is so scary! If Rongrong hadn't paid attention, she might have been the next one..."
"By the way, this isn't a supernatural incident."
"Yes, every time I listen to the fortune-telling by Gui Si, I listen with great interest, and in the end I find that it is a step closer to science."
"After all, compared to humans, ghosts are a rare species in this world, right?"
"Isn't anyone curious about how she knew what was going on in the room in such a short time? I'm more curious about this than whether she saw a ghost!"
…
Ren Qing’s “typing” icon remained on for a long time, but he finally stopped talking.
Chang Xile shuddered inexplicably. She opened the drawer, took out the purple purse she had put away, pursed her lips, and placed it carefully in the breast pocket of her clothes.
The next day, Chang Xile went to the hospital where she had stayed for several days early in the morning. The psychiatrist there was quite famous, and Chang Xile planned to visit the inpatient department - she wondered if Dai Shanyan and Xu Wanjia were feeling better.
After checking Chang Xile's various indicators, the doctor thought that she might be under a lot of stress, but the situation was not too serious and she just needed to rest for a few days.
However, Chang Xile doesn't feel any pressure. It's only been a month since school started, the workload isn't heavy, and interpersonal relationships aren't a problem. She's looking forward to going home for National Day soon.
But since the doctor said there was nothing wrong, Chang Xile felt a little relieved.
After leaving the clinic, Chang Xile went to the fourth floor of the inpatient department. As soon as she got out of the elevator, she saw Nurse Xu, who had been in charge of her ward.
"Hello again." Nurse Xu greeted Chang Xile. Her face looked haggard for some reason, and she was a little surprised to see Chang Xile. "Are you feeling better? Are you still feeling unwell?"
"I'm much better now!" Chang Xile nodded and asked, "I want to come visit Xu Wanjia, is that okay?"
The little girl probably has a bad memory. She clearly said that she couldn't bear to leave Sister Xile and wanted to contact her often, but until now she has never even called her.
However, considering the thousand paper cranes she folded for him, Chang Xile decided to come and visit the little girl out of mercy, bringing some fruits and toys.
However, Nurse Xu looked embarrassed: "This... you probably can't visit."
"Why, is she discharged from the hospital?" Chang Xile asked, "So soon."
"No." Nurse Xu sighed. She looked around before leaning closer to Chang Xile and whispering, "She had an accident last night and couldn't be saved."
"...What?" Chang Xile took a long time to find her voice. She asked again in disbelief, but she knew she had not heard wrong.
"She..." How could the little girl who hugged her waist and said she couldn't bear to leave her sister yesterday, with her chubby and warm hands, die like this? Chang Xile blinked, trying to hold back the tears. She suppressed the trembling in her voice and asked, "Can I ask what happened?"
Nurse Xu shook her head: "We can't disclose this."
"I see... I see." Chang Xile lowered his head, then remembered something and asked her, "Excuse me, how is Dai Shanyan now?"
She had clearly promised Dai Shanyan that day that she would come visit often, but she had been discharged in such a hurry that she had forgotten to say goodbye. This time, she should at least see her again.
Nurse Xu's expression was strange.
Chang Xile walked on the lawn outside the inpatient department, a little dazed.
What Nurse Xu had just said was still echoing in her mind.
"Miss Dai was in critical condition last night and is still in the intensive care unit."
How could this happen? Chang Xile watched Dai Shanyan lying on the hospital bed through the glass. The once beautiful woman was now as frail as a piece of thin paper. The sunflower she had given him a few days ago was still carefully kept in a vase in the dormitory, blooming vigorously. Chang Xile was silent for a moment, then took out the crimson purse given by his aunt from his bosom and solemnly asked Nurse Xu to pass it on to him.
My aunt had said that the purse would keep her safe. After receiving it that day, she recovered, so Chang Xile sincerely hoped that Dai Shanyan would also survive.
She sat on a stone bench in the middle of the lawn, holding the flowers she had just bought in her arms.
However, I don’t know when these flowers can be delivered.
"What are you doing?"
A strange, childlike voice echoed nearby. Chang Xile froze for a moment, thinking Xu Wanjia was teasing her. She suddenly raised her head and looked around, only to realize the voice seemed to be coming from her feet.
She looked down and saw "Your Majesty" standing at her feet, circling around her calves. Chang Xile reached out and touched its head. The little white cat raised its head and licked her palm.
Now, she wasn't even frightened by being able to understand cats, because she really needed to talk to someone, no matter who it was, and no matter what they said.
Then "Your Majesty" meowed a few more times.
Chang Xile also understood these words.
It said, "Can you please give me that purple bag, please!"
A small purple bag? After a moment of confusion, Chang Xile realized that it was referring to the purse that it had stolen last time.
"Didn't you already return it to me? Why are you trying to snatch it again?" Chang Xile laughed. She felt around and remembered that the brocade bag her aunt had given her had been given to Dai Shanyan.
She bent down and touched His Majesty's head, and whispered, "The purse is not with me. I gave it to someone who needs it more. You must not try to steal it again... Eh?"
She looked at the little white cat, which tilted its head back, and asked uncertainly, "Are your eyes black? Why do I remember..."
That night, the kitten lying beside her in the moonlight was clearly a blue-eyed kitten. Could it be that she was sick and confused and remembered it wrongly?
The kitten just circled around her, seemingly not understanding what she was saying.
"Your Majesty." Chang Xile pursed her lips and suddenly said, "I'm so sad."
"It's raining! It's raining!" A few drops of water fell on the kitten's head. It looked up and ran away, shouting, "I hate rain!"
Chang Xile reached out to wipe away the tears on her cheeks, and couldn't help but laugh and curse: "Stupid cat."
But just as she finished her words, fine, dense raindrops began to hit her. Patients and doctors walking around ran inside the building to take shelter, but Chang Xile remained seated.
She sat there with her eyes downcast, letting her eyelashes and hair get wet by the rain, but she remained unmoved.
After a while, the rain above suddenly stopped.
The sound of heavy rain was still in her ears. She looked up and saw that it was still pouring down half a meter away and the rain had not stopped.
So she raised her head and saw a man standing behind the stone bench. He was holding an umbrella above Chang Xile's head, and most of his body was gradually getting wet in the rain.
His eyes were lake blue, and as he looked into Chang Xile's eyes, they looked unfathomable.
"...Why did you come just now?" Chang Xile asked.
Anping said nothing. After a while, he raised his hand and slowly wiped away the water droplets on Chang Xile's cheek. The water droplets seemed to have broken off a string, and no matter how hard he wiped, they would not stop. Because they were not raindrops, but Chang Xile's tears.
"I'm sorry," he said. "I'm late."
Anping bought a towel at the convenience store on the first floor of the hospital. While unpacking it, he walked towards Chang Xile who was sitting on a chair.
He wiped her hair silently, while water was dripping from the tips of his own hair.
Chang Xile came back to his senses, took another towel from his hand, and said lightly: "Bend down and lower your head."
Anping lowered his head obediently, and Chang Xile placed the towel over his white hair, massaging it to absorb the rainwater. At first, everything was normal, but after a while, she seemed to grow angry, gradually increasing her pressure until she simply rubbed back and forth, making Anping's hair a mess.
He usually hates getting caught in the rain and having his hair messed up.
Anping raised his head, his eyes flickering slightly, and looked at her with some grievance, but he rarely said anything.
Chang Xile asked, "Where have you been these days?"
Anping picked up the towel again and continued to dry her hair. He said honestly, "Go do something very important."
What nonsense.
"What's the matter?" Chang Xile asked.
An Ping, who always gave her everything she wanted, refused to answer: "I can't tell you."
Chang Xile laughed happily.
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