"Even if we take a step back and say the worst," I said, my voice lowering, carrying a chill.
"Even if there is only a one in a billion chance of sheer luck, this incredibly evil technique forcibly seized a tiny, barely perceptible fragment of Zhou Wenxiu's soul that remained in the world."
"He used evil magic to fuse the remaining fragments of the soul from Zhang Wei and other dead people's organs, plus that old man, and created himself as a close relative, with his mad obsession and life as fuel and adhesive. He is definitely not Zhou Wenxiu!"
I stared at the three of them and said, word by word:
"That's not human at all. It's a monster that wears the name and some of Zhou Wenxiu's memories, pieced together from countless fragments of death, sinister energy, and twisted paternal love!"
"She may think she is Zhou Wenxiu, but she is definitely not Zhou Wenxiu!"
"She seems normal now, gentle, and polite, and that's the scariest part."
As I said this, my voice trembled slightly, and my teeth chattered involuntarily.
"Because it's possible that the evil magic not only gave her life, but also intelligence and the ability to learn and imitate! She's observing us, learning how to act like a human being—something so evil and chaotic in origin, yet trying to play the role of a harmless, even pitiful and lovable girl..."
I shivered and didn't say anything more.
But Luo Tianhe, Zhang Qiang, and Li Huai's expressions had completely changed.
They may not understand the esoteric terms I used, but my analogy of building a car, and my final inference about the monster learning to be human, were enough to make them understand the seriousness and bizarre nature of the matter.
This goes beyond the scope of vengeful ghosts claiming lives or evil spirits harming people.
This is an anomaly that has fundamentally distorted life and death, pieced together existence, and is attempting to integrate into the mortal realm.
And we, by some twist of fate, became the first people to discover her and potentially have some interaction with her!
You could say she's become our stalker.
Zhang Qiang remained silent for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said:
"Let's follow her. No matter who she is, we must not let her out of our sight."
We squeezed out of the crevice and chatted for a while inside, while she had already walked up the steps to the top.
She seemed to be waiting for us; when she saw us come out, a look of worry appeared on Zhou Wenxiu's face:
"These steps are very steep, so please be careful when you come up."
We walked up the steps in silence and with great care.
By the time we got back to the backyard, it was completely dark.
The city is heavily polluted; not a single star can be seen.
She stood amidst waist-high weeds, tilted her head back, took a deep breath, and closed her eyes.
His face revealed an expression of extreme enjoyment, almost greed.
We couldn't help but exchange a glance; this woman seemed to make no attempt to hide her strangeness from us.
Then she opened her eyes and looked at us, her smile becoming even more genuine.
"Thank you for bringing me out."
She nodded slightly, her face showing sincere gratitude.
I couldn't help but purse my lips. It wasn't us who brought her out; she was the one who led us out all by herself.
Then she continued:
"My father has passed away. I'll have to trouble you to take good care of me from now on."
She said this so naturally, as if we were truly her father's younger generation entrusted to care for him, and that her father had simply passed away naturally.
Zhang Qiang's face was ashen. Although this coincided with our purpose, it still felt somewhat strange to him.
This guy seems to have seen through our intentions and is manipulating us like a puppet.
I stared intently at Zhou Wenxiu; the more I looked at her words and actions, the more suspicious she seemed.
She was clearly trying hard to portray Zhou Wenxiu and appear normal, but she showed absolutely no sadness about her father's death.
It was as if it were a perfectly normal thing.
“Miss Zhou,” I began, my tone calm but my words sharp. “Do you remember what happened before? Your father…”
Upon hearing this, a trace of sadness flashed across Zhou Wenxiu's face, but she quickly concealed it with a gentle smile.
"Dad worked so hard to bring me back. Now that he's resting, I will live well and not let him down."
She spoke so casually, as if chatting about everyday things, that an ordinary person wouldn't notice anything amiss.
However, it cleverly avoided the specific process.
But I'm not willing to let this topic go so easily.
"What about Zhang Wei? You know Zhang Wei."
Zhou Wenxiu's smile remained unchanged, her eyes looking at me with clear eyes:
"Zhang Wei, is she the girl who lent me her head? I am very grateful to her; she is a kind girl."
borrow?
I couldn't help but sneer inwardly. It was indeed voluntary, and if Zhang Wei had truly volunteered, there wouldn't have been that resentful summoning of the spirit and warning!
"What are your plans for the future?"
Seeing that I couldn't get any information, Luo Tianhe interjected, his tone calm and devoid of any emotion.
Zhou Wenxiu tilted her head, revealing a touch of girlish naiveté.
"Didn't I just say? Don't you want to take me in temporarily? I can help with housework, I'm good at needlework, and I can cook."
As she said this, her eyes revealed just the right amount of pleading and helplessness.
Take them in?!
We do intend to keep her under our watchful eye, but I wouldn't dare let such a monster cook for me!
Who knows if she'll go to the cemetery and dig up some dead bodies for me to make braised pork!
And given her understanding and gentle nature, she might even pick out a fresh one for me.
The four of us fell silent, unable to utter a word for a moment.
"Come back to the station with me first, let's register."
After a moment of stunned silence, Zhang Qiang's professional instincts kicked in.
I really don't understand, what's the point of registering with a ghost?!
And it's the middle of the night.
Hearing him say that, Zhou Wenxiu nodded obediently.
"Okay, I will listen to the police officer."
Uncle? I couldn't help but feel a chill. This older sister has been dead for longer than we have been alive.
Emerging from the desolate old neighborhood of Fu'anli and getting into Luo Tianhe's car, the atmosphere was so heavy it seemed like you could wring water out of it.
Zhou Wenxiu showed no reaction to the talismans in the trunk of the van, and she didn't know whether that was a good thing or a bad thing.
She sat quietly in the middle of the back seat, I sat to her left, Zhang Qiang sat to her right, Luo Tianhe was driving, and that coward Li Huai insisted on sitting in the passenger seat.
Even while sitting in the passenger seat, he kept his body ramrod straight and would occasionally peek behind him through the rearview mirror.
Zhou Wenxiu tilted her head, intently watching the rapidly passing street scene outside the window, her face filled with undisguised curiosity and admiration.
She was clearly a ghost who had been dead for over thirty years, but she acted like a girl who had just come from the countryside.
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