Chapter 25 There are also calls that are not sales calls Su Huaiwang put down his hand...
Su Huaiwang put down his phone, feeling completely confused.
She rubbed her slightly sore brow, sighed, and turned away.
When he turned around, Lin Jue was standing at the door, his amber eyes covered with a layer of shadow, staring at Su Huaiwang silently, his expression unreadable.
Su Huaiwang was so frightened that he took several steps back uncontrollably and bumped into the railing. He couldn't help but cry out in pain.
Lin Jue's expression immediately turned into a clear nervousness. She quickly stepped forward, put her arm around Su Huaiwang's waist, and pulled her back from the railing.
"Be careful, it would be bad if you fell. Are you okay?"
"Thank you, I'm fine." Su Huaiwang was a little embarrassed.
"I'm glad you're okay." Lin Jue didn't smile as usual: "I need to go to the bathroom. Sorry, I didn't mean to listen to your call."
"It's okay, it's not an important call." Su Huaiwang calmed down and took a step to the side, away from Lin Jue:
"The toilet on the second floor is over there." She pointed to the end of the corridor.
"I understand." Lin Jue nodded and turned away, as if he really just wanted to go to the bathroom.
After hesitating for a moment, Su Huaiwang stopped her and said, "Did you hear everything just now?"
Lin Jue turned around and answered honestly, "I heard a little bit. Was it the police who called you?"
"I guess so." Su Huaiwang himself wasn't very clear, so his answer was vague: "Didn't I say before that I hit my head when I fell in Minguan and stayed in a villager's house for a month?"
"At that time, they all thought I was missing, so they searched for me for a long time. Now, because of this incident, the police said they want to visit me again."
"Return visit..." Lin Jue muttered to himself, "But wasn't that a year ago? Return visit now?"
Su Huaiwang spread his hands and said, "Yeah, I don't know what's going on. They said they were going to come to see me. Let's not even talk about why they would come all the way from where I live in this desolate mountain area. I haven't even told them when I'm free."
"Could he be a scammer or something?"
Su Huaiwang hesitated for a moment, but decided not to tell Lin Jue about his amnesia: "Probably not. Don't worry, we'll talk about it later."
After saying that, she looked up at Lin Jue.
The expression on Lin Jue's face that made her feel inexplicably fearful and uneasy disappeared, replaced by a thoughtful look.
Noticing that Su Huaiwang was looking at her, Lin Jue put aside her thoughts for the moment and said seriously, "If you have any questions, remember to find me."
After saying this, he seemed to feel that this statement seemed too confident, and added: "At least the two of us can take care of each other."
"I know," Su Huaiwang smiled, "A distant relative is not as good as a close neighbor."
She waved her hand, pressed the doorknob and entered the studio.
Even though there was a thin layer of door panel between them, Lin Jue could still feel the movement of her footsteps, the brief pause when she picked up the paintbrush, and the faint sound of her painting on the paper, even if he didn't want to listen.
The place for punishing ghosts.
There is no other possibility.
Lin Jue slowly walked to the railing where Su Huaiwang had walked earlier, and almost greedily inhaled her remaining human breath.
As persistent as ever.
A new little monster had just sneaked in and was clinging to the ceiling, surprised that there wasn't another one like it in the room.
But it soon discovered the reason.
The thing wrapped in human skin on the second floor discovered it. When it looked up, it saw that the skin on its face was cracking inch by inch, revealing marks like pottery cracked by fire.
The vengeful ghost smiled at it, only its skin moving exaggeratedly, the corners of its mouth stretched all the way behind its ears, and the inside of its open lips and the part that should have been called its pupils were all smoky and dark.
With a point from a distance, the indescribable scream was crushed to death. Lin Jue touched his face and adjusted it back to the beautiful appearance he had in life.
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Time passed quickly, and Su Huaiwang invited Lin Jue to have lunch. Lin Jue originally wanted her to cook the lunch, but Su Huaiwang would never allow such a thing to happen, so in the end, Su Huaiwang himself took charge of the cooking.
When Lin Jue left, she took away several pieces of paper, including some with her own drawings and some with Su Huaiwang's drawings.
Su Huaiwang asked her what she was going to do with it, and Lin Jue just said she was going to keep it.
Su Huaiwang was a little puzzled as to what collection value her paintings had.
But when asked again, Lin Jue just smiled and said nothing.
After Lin Jue left, the whole villa fell silent again.
Su Huaiwang let out a long sigh and collapsed on the sofa, his eyes glancing at the two dogs and one cat huddled together.
It is said that pets are like their owners. The three little pets are just like their owners. They can't even fart even if you hit them with three sticks. They usually keep their mouths shut.
In the city, this is an excellent virtue, but they are now in the countryside and don't have to care about those rules. Sometimes Su Huaiwang really hopes that they can at least bark a few words.
It also helps to dispel the inexplicable quietness in the room.
Su Huaiwang stood up and touched the three little ones. Mimi's rough tongue slid across her palm, bringing a tingling sensation.
She was stroking the cat in a daze, and something flashed through her mind.
That phone call before...
Su Huaiwang slowly stood up, walked to the sofa and sat down, his mind full of associations.
The person on the other end of the phone said that she went to Beiguan Village, but in her memory, she clearly went to Nanguan Village.
She took out her cell phone and opened the map, but she couldn't find either Nanguan Village or Beiguan Village.
Su Huaiwang frowned.
After a moment of silence, she stood up, walked back to her room, turned on the computer, and began searching the Internet using keywords.
By the way, why did she think of going to Nanguan Village to collect folk songs?
It seemed like... She was writing a short story about folk horror at the time, and when she was searching online for information, she happened to see this village on a forum.
It is said that this village had a long history of drowning baby girls and human trafficking, which led to some paranormal phenomena in the area. Although these phenomena have not reappeared since the reform and opening up, some elderly people still have lingering memories of these phenomena.
At that time, the poster was talking about his grandfather's memories, which were so real that they made people's hair stand on end.
Su Huaiwang was suffering from a lack of inspiration, so he immediately decided to go to this small village to collect folk songs.
Perhaps it was because she had been suppressed so much in the first twenty years of her life that Su Huaiwang became incredibly motivated after her parents' death. She booked her flight that very night.
The memory after that became vague.
She only remembered that the plane landed, she rented a car in the city, and then...
No matter how hard I dug, no new memories emerged from the depths of my brain.
Su Huai looked back and leaned back, closing his eyes.
The history had been deleted, and she had just logged onto the forum but couldn't find the post she had seen.
Su Huaiwang felt a creepy feeling in his heart, shuddered, and stood up to close the window.
Since I can't find the original post, I have to try my best to find information about this village.
Su Huaiwang once again typed in the words "Minguan Beiguan Village Nanguan Village", and this time added more keyword searches.
After browsing through more than a dozen irrelevant information and advertisements, Su Huaiwang finally found the information he wanted at the end of the page.
It was clearly afternoon and the sun was shining brightly, but Su Huaiwang felt cold all over.
The pupil facing the computer screen suddenly dilated, and clear words were reflected in the center of the pupil.
[…The area around Minguan is plagued by the phenomenon of abandoned villages: Beiguan Village (abandoned in 1997), Nanguan Village (abandoned in 1998)…]
If Beiguan Village and Nanguan Village were both abandoned in the 1990s, then what about the village she visited? And what about the host's visit? Her supposed month-long stay at a "villager's" home...really, is that true?
Should she choose to see a psychiatrist or go to Aries Temple again?
Su Huaiwang sat in the chair for a long time, then finally picked up his cell phone and dialed a number.
The call was answered quickly by the person on the other end of the phone, and Su Huaiwang felt a little relieved because the situation she had expected did not occur.
The person who answered the phone was no longer Lei Yinyin, but a sweet female voice:
"Hello, welcome to the Urban Rail Transit Bureau. Could you please transfer me to your designated officer, Comrade Lei Yinyin?"
The Urban Rail Transit Bureau? Is this the department that's handling her issue? Isn't that a bit strange?
Su Huaiwang was a little confused, but no matter what, the other party's official expression really made her less afraid.
"Hmm..." She hesitated.
The person on the other end of the phone then added, "If it's just a routine issue, I can help you solve it. We're happy to serve you. Why don't you tell me what you want to ask?"
It was obvious that the other party had received professional psychological training and was able to handle her situation easily.
"Uh, I mainly want to ask, I... do you have any... relevant records of me?" Su Huaiwang racked his brains, not knowing how to explain the current situation in a few words. A light bulb went off in his head, and he suddenly remembered the situation when Lei Yinyin talked to her on the phone.
Lei Yinyin was not among the people surrounding her bed at that time, but she was in charge of this matter. I guess there is a record of her in their urban rail processing bureau.
"Yes, but please rest assured that all our records are strictly confidential and are only available to internal personnel." The staff member on the other end of the phone answered with a smile. There was already an electronic version of the file in front of her, with traces of Lei Yinyin's modifications made that morning.
Su Huaiwang breathed a sigh of relief: "It's like this, I just discovered that the Nanguan Village I went to before... or should I say Beiguan Village, has long been deserted, but from what I can remember..."
Su Huaiwang told the story bit by bit, and at the end, her voice was trembling a little.
The staff on the other end of the phone listened to her stuttering words patiently and answered without letting the phone idle for a moment:
"The story is this. Although Nanguan Village is documented as deserted, there are still several elderly families there who are reluctant to leave. The forum content you saw and the farmers who took you in originated from this. In fact, when you disappeared, we had already conducted a large-scale investigation of the surrounding area and reached this conclusion. I didn't want to further unsettle you, so I didn't tell you the whole story.
"As for the errors in Nanguan Village and Beiguan Village, they were probably errors in our records. I apologize for this and Comrade Lei Yinyin has corrected them."
The woman in professional attire looked down as she spoke. The electronic file was not what she said at all.
The words "Beiguan Village" were never crossed out, and there was only a line of note: [The victim believed that her destination was Nanguan Village].
"Is that so... Thank you. Can I ask you a question?"
"Okay, do you have any questions?"
After being asked so many confusing questions by her, the voice on the other end of the phone still seemed calm and peaceful, with a soothing tone. Su Huaiwang admired the other party a little.
She swallowed.
"What kind of organization are you?"
This time the voice on the other end of the phone came through quickly:
"We are a government affairs processing agency responsible for handling emergencies and subsequent follow-up, aiming to help share the pressure on the police system."
"OK, thanks."
After the phone call was hung up, Su Huaiwang's hands dropped weakly.
She...is it better to see a psychiatrist?
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