Transmigrierte Kaiserinnen (männlich und weiblich)

Kapitel 32

Then, the two returned to the room together. Aunt Li touched the wall, and the light came on.

Incredibly, there was no sound inside; the room, which had been filled with activity just moments before, had become deathly silent.

Song Xiaomo, holding onto the railing, trudged up the stairs, his heart inexplicably racing. Just as his hand touched the door, Aunt Li coldly said, "Don't move!"

"Why?"

“There’s nothing inside.” Her eyes were fixed on Song Xiaomo.

After a few seconds of confrontation, Song Xiaomo finally gave up: "Okay, I hope it's all just my imagination."

Aunt Li's lips twitched a few times, as if she wanted to say something, but she swallowed it back down.

"Xiao Mo, go to sleep early. It's best not to wander around at night!" After saying that, her figure disappeared into the darkness.

It all felt like a dream. Even now, Song Xiaomo couldn't believe it was real. To escape the terrifying phenomena on campus, he hesitated for a long time before moving out, only to find himself sleeping in another "alternate dimension" that night. Was he repeating the same mistake now? He wondered what dangers awaited him ahead.

Is this fate? Is it destined to be inescapable?

He turned off the lights and lay in bed, but couldn't fall asleep. He kept feeling that every time he closed his eyes, he would see a woman in white floating towards him, approaching step by step. When she got close, he was horrified to find that her head was made of a ghost doll, and then the voice echoed in his ears: "You're back..."

In desperation, Song Xiaomo dialed his home phone. Now, perhaps only family could revive his almost hopeless heart.

"Mom, it's me." Upon hearing her mother's voice, Song Xiaomo couldn't help but sniffle.

"Son, why are you calling so late? Is something bothering you?"

"No." He paused, then asked, "Where's my dad?"

"He's sleeping like a log. Should I wake him up?"

"No, it's nothing, I just miss you guys a little!"

"Mom misses you too. South Korea is so far away, and you can only come back once a year. Your dad and I sometimes feel that you've grown up, and we're embarrassed to let you come home to visit more often, because we're afraid you'll have too many worries... It's okay, just do your own thing, Mom will always support you."

"I know."

"By the way, did you experience any health problems after that major surgery?" the mother asked.

"No, I'm perfectly healthy now, so please don't worry!"

“Then I’m relieved… Originally, your father and I were against you coming to this school, but you…” The mother hesitated.

Song Xiaomo sensed that his mother was hiding something from him and quickly asked, "Why? Is there a problem?"

"No...it's nothing, I was just worried you wouldn't be used to life abroad!"

"real?"

"Yes, why would Mom lie to you?"

At that moment, Song Xiaomo heard a cough coming from the receiver, as if her father had been woken up.

"Mom, please take care of yourself. Don't worry about me, I'm fine... Goodbye!"

After hanging up the phone, the images of his parents lingered in his mind, but gradually, his heart calmed down. He didn't know when he fell asleep, feeling as if he had entered a warm and soft world, like returning to his mother's womb, sleeping peacefully.

The next day, Song Xiaomo didn't wake up until almost noon.

When he woke up, he vaguely remembered having a dream where he was with a girl: they sang, drew, cooked, and did laundry together; they flew kites under the azure sky; they held hands tightly in the evening breeze filled with cherry blossoms; they rode bicycles like the wind through quaint alleys in the afternoon sunlight filtering through the leaves… He clearly felt that he even shed tears of excitement in the dream…

He couldn't help but touch his face; the tears on his face didn't seem to have completely dried. The dream was so vivid that if he hadn't woken up, he would have almost believed that those things had really happened.

Just then, he heard a man and a woman talking outside. They were probably a mother and son. The boy was very young, and his voice was very childish.

Song Xiaomo got dressed, opened the door, and then quietly walked towards the sound. After all, she would be living here for a while, so it was necessary to get to know the neighbors.

Chapter 151: The Night Doll (151)

Suddenly, a white shadow flashed past from around the corner of the corridor.

"Who?" he called out, instinctively chasing after the figure, which seemed to be running upstairs.

"You dare to scare people in broad daylight? Let's see where you run today!" Song Xiaomo used all his strength to chase after the white figure. Finally, at a corner of the corridor, he caught it in one go.

However, it wasn't a ghost, but a child of about six or seven years old. He was wearing a white children's outfit.

"Let me go!" the child struggled incessantly.

The voice seemed somewhat familiar? Song Xiaomo froze for a moment, then looked closely and exclaimed, "Tongtong!"

"Let me go!" Tongtong's eyes were filled with terror and pity, like a fawn captured by a hunter. He was also clutching a dirty, old, and somewhat tattered ghost doll. The ghost doll's face was covered with disgusting freckles.

But the doll's eyes seemed to be alive. To his astonishment, he discovered that no matter where Tongtong's eyes turned, the doll's eyes seemed to follow, as if they knew his thoughts.

Song Xiaomo slowly released her grip and asked incredulously, "Tongtong, how did you get here? Do you still recognize your brother?"

Tongtong paused for a moment, then said incredulously, "Wow, it's you!"

Aren't you at the antique shop?

"After Mom left, Auntie brought me here to live." Tongtong glared at him fiercely and complained, "It's all your fault! Why did you chase me? You scared my doll!"

"Hehe, who told you to scare your brother first... I'm sorry, brother apologizes!" Song Xiaomo grabbed his hand and asked as they walked, "Which room does your aunt live in?"

"I'll take you there!"

"Tongtong, do you often scare people here?"

"No way! There aren't many people left here to begin with!"

After going down the stairs and turning a corner, Tongtong knocked on a room door.

"Come in," Hideko's voice came from inside the door.

Song Xiaomo carefully opened the door and slowly walked in.

"Xiao Mo, what brings you here?" Xiu Zi stared at him with a suspicious look, and hesitated for a long time before asking.

“I just moved in yesterday afternoon. I didn’t expect you two to live here too. It seems we are really destined to meet!” Song Xiaomo said with a smile. He suddenly noticed that Xiuzi had become more haggard after not seeing her for a while. Her face was pale and she looked sickly.

"Really? How long do you plan to stay here?"

"Not necessarily. Maybe I'll leave in a few days, or maybe I'll stay for a few months!"

"Sigh, I suggest you move out as soon as possible!" Hideko said with a serious expression.

"Why? What do you mean by that?" Song Xiaomo asked, looking confused.

"This is not a place for you."

"Why? Can you tell me the reason?" Song Xiaomo became more and more confused as she listened.

Just then, a loud coughing sound came from outside the door. Song Xiaomo peeked through the peephole and saw Aunt Li standing in the hallway, her cloudy eyes glaring at him with a hint of warning. She really was elusive!

Hideko also sensed something, and immediately changed the subject: "It's nothing, I just felt that this place is quite far from your school!"

"Did you hear anything last night?" Song Xiaomo asked in a low voice.

"Oh? What?"

"Anyway, it was the sound of people walking around and breathing."

Hideko paused, then said, "I...I didn't hear anything. We went to bed really early last night!"

Unconsciously, Song Xiaomo caught a strange expression on her face. She seemed to have something she couldn't say, or perhaps she was regretting something.

"What a pity, you can't leave..." Tongtong blurted out suddenly. Her tone was sinister, definitely not coming from a child. At the same time, the ghost doll's eyes turned around again.

Song Xiaomo was deeply moved and shocked.

"What nonsense are you talking about, Tongtong!" Xiuzi glared at the child, then forced an unnatural smile. "I'm so sorry, you know Tongtong just likes to talk nonsense, please don't take it personally!"

"It's nothing, he's just a kid!"

After that, Xiuzi fell silent, and Tongtong stood by, watching him coldly without saying a word.

"Alright, I have to go now. I live not far from you. If you need any help, just call me at the end of the corridor..." After saying that, Song Xiaomo went out and walked through the long corridor towards her room...

With a click, the door opened.

Suddenly, he heard a creaking sound. Startled, he went to the bedroom and saw the little girl who had been dead in the hospital slowly sit up. Then, her eyes opened, flashing with an eerie, emerald light, and she jumped off the bed, walking barefoot towards him…

Chapter 18: Panic at midnight

When An Qiqi arrived at the police station, Xiao Nan had already been waiting in the office for a long time.

"Hey, Xiao Nan, you seem to be in much better spirits lately. Did you bring me some good news again?"

"Take a guess?"

"You've changed girlfriends again, haven't you?"

Xiao Nan seemed completely unconcerned, took a photo out of her pocket, and placed it on the table: "Look what this is?"

"Hey, you even brought your girlfriend's photos!" An Qiqi glanced at them and immediately froze. "Li Zhengzhen!"

"Take another look, is it him?" Xiao Nan reminded her.

An Qiqi picked up the photo and examined it carefully. The person in the photo bore a striking resemblance to Li Zhengzhen in both face shape and physique, yet there were subtle differences. Perhaps due to the slightly distant angle from which the photo was taken, the details were not very clear, and the lighting was dim, suggesting that the photo was taken around dusk.

He looked incredulous and muttered, "Could it be Zhao Zhengmin?"

Chapter 152: The Night Doll (152)

“I think it must be Lee Jung-jin’s brother! Yesterday afternoon at 5:20, a student from HY University took this photo by chance while practicing photography. The location was near a trash can on the outskirts of the school. After developing the photo that night, he realized that the person in the photo looked like the deceased Lee Jung-jin. Confused, he handed it over to the police overnight, and I only received the photo this morning…”

“Li Zhengzhen died long ago. Could it be that the person Song Xiaomo saw later was this person?” An Qiqi clasped her hands together, looking thoughtful.

"We can't be completely sure if he's the person we're looking for. If he really is the fugitive Zhao Zhengmin, I think it would be a big breakthrough in solving the case."

"Of course, a criminal who has been on the run for two years will not show up unless absolutely necessary. There must be something wrong here!"

"So what should we do next?"

An Qiqi's spirits lifted: "There's no time to lose. Report to Team Leader Jin immediately. This is a crucial lead. We can't let him always think we're cowards."

The barefoot girl walked towards Song Xiaomo step by step, seemingly passing right through his body and then disappearing.

Had my delusions gotten worse again? Song Xiaomo wiped the cold sweat from her forehead, her stomach churning, unable to utter a word, and slowly left the room.

On an autumn afternoon, a strong wind blew, and the once clear sky suddenly darkened, making the long street, covered with fallen sycamore leaves, appear deep and desolate. Song Xiaomo walked aimlessly forward, her hands tucked into her sleeves and her head down. The street was almost deserted, with very few cars. Beneath the overpass, rows of concrete pillars stood firmly in the city, pressing the long street ahead into an unfathomable depth, like gaping maws waiting to devour Song Xiaomo.

Just as Song Xiaomo swayed and raised her head, a familiar figure appeared in the middle of the bridge ahead. The figure blended into the sandstorm, ethereal and indistinct, like a ghost or the dense air of the night. Song Xiaomo paused, pointing at the ethereal figure: "Why are you bothering me? What do you want?"

The figure sighed softly, "I need you to help me take revenge!"

—He is that dead Lee Jung-jin.