Fu Yunque nodded slightly in acknowledgment, and after waiting for two or three minutes, he finally asked:
"Dean, were you having a nightmare just now?"
"It wasn't a nightmare. A few minutes ago, the moment I opened my phone's browser, a picture of a female ghost in red suddenly popped up. At first, I just thought the picture was a bit eerie. But when I looked closer, I saw two lines of bloody tears streaming down the female ghost's face."
Jiang Fangshu hoped that what he had just seen was just a nightmare, but the moment the phone shattered felt so real.
For a moment, he was genuinely afraid that the female ghost would crawl out of the shattered screen.
"A female ghost in red? Could it be a promotional poster for the recently released horror movie 'The House That Never Dies'?" Fu Yunque asked tentatively.
"Kyoto No. 13? Let me ask you, isn't the female lead in this film named Aying?"
The image of "Aying" twisting and turning like a centipede began to resurface in Jiang Fangshu's mind.
The way it twisted was just like Shi Ying's painful struggle after being injected with an excessive amount of "Old Cry".
"The female lead's name in the drama is A-Zheng, not A-Ying."
“Ah Zheng...it’s impossible. The blood-written words I just saw were clearly Ah Ying’s.”
"Could it be that the dean is overworked and his eyes are playing tricks on him?"
Fu Yunque was gentle by nature. Even though Jiang Fangshu appeared very timid and cowardly at this moment, there was still no trace of impatience or mockery on his face.
He carefully supported Jiang Fangshu's arm and spoke softly:
"How about I go back with you?"
"this..."
Jiang Fangshu frowned, wanting only to escape the gloomy hospital, but also worried about making a fool of himself in front of his juniors. After some mental preparation, he finally nodded reluctantly, "Alright."
Seeing that Jiang Fangshu agreed to his proposal, Fu Yunque stepped into the dean's office without saying a word.
He stood in the middle of the office, subconsciously pushed up his glasses, looked around again and again, and only after confirming that there could be no third person in the office did he slowly squat down and pick up his phone, whose screen was already cracked.
After staring intently at the magazine for a while, Fu Yunque turned around and stated firmly:
"Dean, this poster is indeed a promotional poster for Kyoto No. 13. The female lead's character is named A-Zheng. It must be because you are too tired that you have a hallucination and your eyes are playing tricks on you."
"I see. Thank you so much for today."
Hearing what Fu Yunque said, Jiang Fangshu's fear subsided slightly.
Fu Yunque thoughtfully closed the browser page on Jiang Fangshu's phone before handing it to him, saying, "It was no trouble at all. If there's nothing else, I'll head home now."
"good."
Jiang Fangshu nodded, and as soon as Fu Yunque left, he hurriedly followed him out of the dean's office.
Although Fu Yunque had already confirmed for him that the poster on the phone screen was just a promotional poster for a recently released horror movie, for someone who had done something wrong, the fear in his heart was not something that could be easily dispelled.
Because of his guilty conscience, he became suspicious and wondered if every corner of the hospital might be hiding a vengeful spirit seeking revenge.
The sign at the end of the corridor, the fire extinguisher embedded in the wall, even the elevator doors opening and closing repeatedly—all became deadly threats that made him want to flee at the mere sight of them...
After hastily fleeing the hospital, Jiang Fangshu slumped in his car, his eyes slightly glazed, as if he had not yet recovered from the extreme shock.
He smoked more than a dozen cigarettes before his emotions finally calmed down.
He stubbed out the cigarette that was about to burn out and was about to drive home to rest when he suddenly caught a glimpse of his phone, which was on the passenger seat, light up.
After hesitating for two seconds, Jiang Fangshu finally picked up his phone and opened the most recent system notification.
To his astonishment, the article titled "Why do women who die from complications during childbirth harbor such deep resentment?" was pushed to him by the system today.
The title alone left him speechless with shock.
In that instant, Jiang Fangshu suddenly had a bad feeling, as if retribution was about to come. His originally wheat-colored face turned as white as paper in an instant.
He stood there dumbfounded in the carriage, his soul, which had almost left his body in terror, felt as if it had fallen into an ice cave and been pierced by a thousand arrows, so painful that he was nearly suffocating...
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