For many ordinary people in the town, it was probably a nightmare they would never forget.
“After that night, strange things started happening in the town, especially at the bathhouse where the woman died, where bizarre events kept occurring.”
In order to keep the business running, the bathhouse owner even hired people from the Vatican to exorcise evil spirits.
As a result, things only got worse.
Not only did it fail to solve the problems of our town and the bathhouse, but the bathhouse owner who initially called the Vatican, and the priest who came to handle the matter, were both found dead in the bathhouse! Hey!
Perhaps it was his deep-seated aversion to everything related to the Vatican that made the bartender's eyes gleam with obvious schadenfreude when he mentioned this past event.
Nothing is more satisfying than seeing your arch-nemesis suffer.
"From then on, our town, and the surrounding bathhouse area, slowly fell into disrepair. After all, while curiosity is important to humans, life is even more important!"
Later on, apart from people who were frustrated with life and wanted to jump into the sea to escape, very few people would come to us on their own initiative!
The town, once prosperous, has declined into its current state.
Although the bartender had prepared black tea for Song Mengmeng and the others, he poured himself a large glass of beer. He gulped down half of it before chuckling and continuing, "You guys feel cold on the beach, probably because too many people have died there!"
Every year, a number of mutilated bodies float to the surface of that beach, including those who jumped into the sea to commit suicide and victims of nearby maritime disasters.
Who knows? Anyway, we all live in this area, so as long as we don't bother each other, it'll be fine!
The bartender finished his story and stood up to leave.
Song Mengmeng, who was left behind, turned to look out the window. The quiet street did indeed appear desolate and dilapidated, but she always felt that what had happened here was far more complicated than the bartender had described.
However, no matter what, after this story, even if Yama and his men catch some fish today, no one will eat them!
Fortunately, when Yan Di and his group returned, they did not bring any fish. At the dinner table, Song Mengmeng briefly recounted the story the bartender had told them to Yan Di and his group.
Before the King of Hell could speak, Gu Qi couldn't help but laugh out loud: "How could that be? If that were really the reason, then the place where we were fishing would be the best place for people to choose to pass away. If it had to be full of yin energy, it should be our place!"
How could it possibly be a beach hundreds of meters away?!
From Gu Qi's perspective, this story has too many flaws! As a story, it's barely acceptable, but if it's actually based on something that happened here, and used as evidence for an investigation, it's a bit far-fetched.
"Anyway, just treat it as listening to a story to pass the time!"
Song Mengmeng put down her teacup, stood up from her seat, walked to the window and looked out for a while before muttering to herself, "Looking at the sky outside, it looks like it's going to rain!"
The King of Hell walked over and stood behind her, looking out together.
“During this season, thunderstorms are very frequent at night here.”
Old John overheard Song Mengmeng's remark and chimed in with an explanation: "But this kind of rain comes and goes quickly; it'll probably stop by tomorrow morning."
As if to prove that Old John's words were true, not long after the meal, thunder was heard from the sky, and before long, rain began to fall.
By midnight, the swelling had not only failed to subside, but it also showed signs of increasing.
Raindrops were whipped up by the wind coming from the sea and pounded heavily against the window with a crackling sound. Song Mengmeng had taken a nap in the afternoon and was now more energetic.
The faint sobbing sound immediately startled her. She turned around and gently nudged Yan Di, who was lying behind her, holding her and resting with his eyes closed. She asked in a low voice, "Did you hear crying?!"
"Didn't you say before that you didn't want to cause any unnecessary trouble right now?!"
The King of Hell naturally heard the commotion outside. However, in this unfamiliar territory, there were some things he really didn't want to get involved in.
Song Mengmeng turned her head and listened for a while, only to hear the faint crying getting closer and closer, as if it were coming from under the window of the room they were in.
The little girl frowned slightly; she didn't sense any trace of evil spirits.
However, if the crying outside is the woman the bartender mentioned, then according to him, if she is related to the dead, she will definitely be tainted by bad karma.
only……
Her body was perfectly clean.
This made Song Mengmeng even more curious.
She didn't ask Yan Di any more questions. Instead, she broke free from his embrace, ran barefoot to the window, and pulled back the curtains to look outside.
Under the thick rain and fog, the already deserted street felt even more chilling. Just as the bartender had described, she really did see the woman holding a child, bleeding from her body, sobbing and crying.
She observed for a while before finally opening the window and calling out to the woman in the rain, "Hey, it's raining so hard, do you want to come in and take shelter from the rain?!"
The woman in the rain and mist paused, slowly and stiffly turning her head, her face deathly pale. She stared straight at Song Mengmeng, and after a long while, following her guidance, she slowly walked over and stopped at the entrance of the inn.
Song Mengmeng put on a coat and went out. Hu Yue had already gone downstairs to open the door for the woman.
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