Transmigrierte Kaiserinnen (männlich und weiblich)

Kapitel 33

"How do you plan to get revenge?" Song Xiaomo asked, her eyes wide.

"That ghost hiding behind the scenes!"

Why are you looking for me?

“Because you could be next!” Lee Jung-jin chuckled. “Only by cooperating with me can you possibly avoid disaster.”

"Are you... a human or a ghost? Who exactly are you?"

“Hehe, don’t you recognize me? I’m your dead friend,” Li Zhengzhen said. “I come from underground… I won’t leave for the next forty-nine days. I must finish what I haven’t done. I want revenge, so I need your help.”

Song Xiaomo was stunned. She rubbed her eyes hard to make sure she wasn't hallucinating: "You... what are you going to do? Deal with the ghost? Where is the ghost? How are you going to deal with it?"

"The ghost is right beside you. It has killed many people, including me. I can't find it now, so I need you to lure it out!"

Why should I be used as bait?

"Because you indirectly caused my death!" Li Zhengzhen said coldly. "I've said it before, if it weren't for your negligence, I wouldn't have died in vain. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have scared you in the dormitory that day. Actually, I'm already a ghost... but the ghost that killed me is more powerful and deeply hidden. You have to cooperate with me, and we'll eliminate it together!"

Song Xiaomo was even more surprised. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly saw two white shadows drifting towards Li Zhengzhen from behind. The sandstorm was too strong, and his vision was a little blurry. He rubbed his eyes and looked carefully. The shadows turned out to be two cars driving side by side, heading straight for Li Zhengzhen!

"Get out of the way!" Song Xiaomo shouted.

Li Zhengzhen froze, and when he turned his head, the car on his right was less than two meters away. He knew there was a car behind him, but he didn't realize that this car was about to kill him. In terror, he jumped to his right, but still couldn't escape the impact. With a loud bang, Li Zhengzhen flew several meters and crashed heavily onto the bridge. Two cars sped past like lightning, then suddenly turned around and ran him over.

Li Zhengzhen leaped up, flipped over the bridge railing, and jumped more than ten meters down below. Song Xiaomo screamed and ran over, leaning over the railing to look down. To his astonishment, despite the strong wind, Li Zhengzhen hadn't fallen vertically; instead, he had arced through the air, landing lightly below as if carried by the wind! But he was clearly injured; he looked up at the bridge and staggered a few times. At that moment, the two cars stopped, and several people got out and peered over the railing.

Li Zhengzhen seemed to smile, waved to Song Xiaomo, and began to limp away, gradually disappearing around the corner of a tall building. On the bridge, the group split up; three of them got into a car, sped off to the bottom of the bridge, turned right, and gave chase. The remaining three stayed where they were, searching for clues, while one of them walked towards Song Xiaomo.

The sudden battle left Song Xiaomo speechless. The other side had deployed six or seven people and two vehicles to hunt down Li Zhengzhen. Although they had injured him, Li Zhengzhen had managed to escape despite being in such a passive situation.

Why are these people hunting down Li Zhengzhen?

Who are they?

Are they ghost hunters? Could they be modern-day Korean versions of Taoist priests from Maoshan? Song Xiaomo looked around blankly, the battle just now felt like a dream.

The stranger stared at Song Xiaomo with hawk-like eyes and asked expressionlessly, "What exactly did that person say to you?"

"He didn't say anything!"

"Tell me! Where does he live?" The stranger was clearly getting impatient.

“He’s a wandering ghost, how would I know where he lives?” Song Xiaomo replied irritably, thinking to herself, this person is at most in his early thirties, with a decent temperament, but his attitude is so arrogant, who exactly is he?

The stranger paused for a few seconds, then suddenly burst into laughter and said, "What ghost is he? I think you're confused."

Chapter 153: The Night Doll (153)

"To tell you the truth, I know that person. He's been dead for several days!"

"The person you're talking about is named Li Zhengzhen, right?"

"Yes, why are you chasing him?"

"We're just catching a fugitive!"

"A fugitive?" Song Xiaomo was increasingly confused.

Seeing that he really didn't know anything, the stranger said bluntly, "He's not Lee Jung-jin, nor is he a ghost. He's Lee Jung-jin's brother, just an escaped convict who once broke out of prison... We've been looking for him for a long time, and we hope you can tell us the truth about what you know."

"Huh? He's Li Zhengzhen's brother?" Song Xiaomo was stunned. It turned out that the "ghost" she saw in the dormitory was not him, but his brother.

“The two brothers look somewhat alike… He had been lying low for the past two years, only resurfacing after Li Zhengzhen’s death. We only launched the arrest operation after receiving intelligence, but we didn’t expect him to escape.” The stranger sighed helplessly and added, “He is a serious murderer, and I hope you won’t hide anything from me.”

Song Xiaomo realized that the other party was a police officer and cooperated very well, saying, "I am also a victim. He was playing tricks on me in the dormitory, which made me move out of the dormitory. He just tried to scare me, but luckily you arrived in time."

Just then, the man's phone rang. He answered it for a moment, then hurriedly got into his car and said to Song Xiaomo through the window, "I'll contact you again!" With that, the car sped away.

Watching the taillights gradually disappear, Song Xiaomo murmured, "Who is this policeman? If the person who scared me is really Li Zhengzhen's brother, why would he drag me into his revenge?"

After attending one lecture with the professor, Song Xiaomo left the classroom listlessly.

On her way home, Song Xiaomo bumped into her landlady, Grandma Zhang, and Aunt Li.

"Xiao Mo, you're back!" Grandma Zhang greeted him kindly as always.

Aunt Li, carrying a basket, stared at him with a strange expression.

Song Xiaomo glanced at the basket and asked, "Grandma Zhang, are you buying fruit for your grandson again?"

"Yes, my grandson loves eating fruit!" Grandma Zhang beamed with joy whenever she mentioned her grandson.

After exchanging a few casual pleasantries, Song Xiaomo headed towards the villa.

"elder brother……"

Just as she reached the villa's gate, a childish voice suddenly came from behind her. Song Xiaomo turned around and saw Tongtong standing behind her, looking pitiful, her big eyes filled with tears.

"What's wrong?" he asked quickly, squatting down to wipe the tears from Tongtong's face.

"Brother, my doll is sick," Tongtong sobbed. His ghost doll was lying on the grass, its eyes closed, and it did indeed look sickly.

"It's okay, you can just not want it anymore. I'll buy you other toys, like Transformers or Doraemon..."

"I don't want it, I want it, I want to cure it." Tongtong shook her head, sniffed, and said, "I know it hurts a lot, brother, do you believe me? I can feel it."

"Okay, brother knows. What illness does the baby have?" Song Xiaomo coaxed him.

"Its head is broken!" He pointed to the ghost doll's head, his brows furrowed, and tears streamed down his face.

"Okay, Tongtong, don't cry, don't cry. I'll definitely help you if you have any difficulties!"

"Really? The child will die if his illness isn't treated!"

Song Xiaomo was taken aback, then chuckled, unsure of what to say to coax the child.

"I know you're lying to me. You're not a doctor, how could you cure illnesses? Waaah..."

"Generally, if the brain is damaged, craniotomy is required!"

Tongtong's eyes lit up: "Then quickly help me open its head!" He jumped up excitedly, grabbed the ghost doll on the grass, and magically produced a small knife from somewhere.

Song Xiaomo smiled and shook his head, taking the ghost doll and the knife. Just as he was about to carefully pry open the doll's cotton head, he suddenly noticed a strange smell wafting into his nostrils, mixed with the fresh air, and particularly unpleasant. Before he could find the source, the smell grew stronger and stronger, even making him feel nauseous.

He frowned, about to ask something. Tongtong shook his hand: "Brother, open it quickly, hurry up!"

Song Xiaomo gently pried open the ghost doll's head and suddenly felt some liquid flowing out. Upon closer inspection, she was shocked to see bright red blood flowing from the ghost doll's head.

He suddenly felt a churning in his stomach.

"Tongtong, what...what...what exactly happened?"

"Brother, the doll's head is open, why is there so much blood? Waaah..." Tongtong cried again.

"What happened? What's going on?" someone asked with concern.

Song Xiaomo caught his breath and turned around to see Xiuzi staring at him curiously. He looked at her with a long face, as if she were his savior, and said, "This ghost doll...this..."

"Bleeding?" Xiuzi was bewildered. She then walked to the trash can, looked inside, and shouted at Tongtong, "Tongtong, did you tease your brother again? Why did you cut off that dead cat's head?"

Song Xiaomo ran over quickly and took a closer look. There was a dead cat in the trash can, its head missing and its body covered in blood...

“When I was cleaning the house just now, I found a dead stray cat. It probably died from rat poisoning, so I asked Tongtong to take it out and throw it away. Who knew this child…” Xiuzi’s face was very pale.

As soon as she finished speaking, Tongtong pouted, grabbed the ghost doll, and pulled a kitten's head out of the cut. The kitten's head was bald, with two bulging eyes, clearly indicating that it had been skinned.

Song Xiaomo couldn't bear to look at it again; the heavy smell of blood in the air almost suffocated him.

Chapter 154: The Night Doll (154)

The somewhat pitiful yet adorable little boy suddenly appeared as terrifying and grotesque as the skinned dead cat in his eyes. He turned and walked away, the urge to vomit rising like a flood. He had barely run past the flowerbed when he couldn't stop himself from vomiting.

In the dead of night, he silently gazed at the staircase.

Is anyone inside? Is there really anyone? Is it a living person, a ghost, or some other unknown entity? His doubts grew stronger...

Finally, curiosity gradually overcame his fear, and he tiptoed up the stairs. There was a lock at the entrance. He couldn't help but glance back again to make sure no one was there before giving the lock a hard pry. The rusty padlock wouldn't budge. After hesitating for a moment, he took out his key from his pocket and tentatively inserted it into the keyhole. He faintly heard a "click" from the spring, and the lock opened!

Was I destined to be allowed in? Suddenly, he felt the house was even more eerie and sinister.

Song Xiaomo's heart was pounding. She calmed herself down at the door for a moment, then gently pushed the door with the key. With a creak, the door slowly backed away, revealing the interior.

Moonlight streamed in through the gaps in the curtains, casting a hazy glow in the room.

Instantly, the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end. Because... because... he saw that eerie smile again.

Several "ghost dolls" were swinging in mid-air, all staring at him with their mouths wide open, looking sinister and terrifying!

Song Xiaomo sighed softly and began to survey the entire room. Strange, this place seemed somewhat familiar; he had a vague feeling that he had been here before. Every item was so familiar, yet they all shimmered with an unfamiliar luster.

The layout of the rooms and hall is not much different from that of the male dormitory. The living room is directly opposite, and the bathroom is to the left front. The kitchen is at the end of the hallway, and turning right leads to the bedroom and storage room.

He suddenly felt very cold, and the pores all over his body stood up on their own. He ran into the bedroom in one breath.

In the far corner of the bedroom stood a wardrobe, its doors slightly ajar, next to a single bed. Beside the bed were an old-fashioned television and a bedside lamp.

Song Xiaomo's heart skipped a beat, and her stomach churned. At the same time, the image of the female administrator's rotting head flashed through her mind again.

"Kim In-hyun's room!" he exclaimed, letting out a groan.

What on earth is going on? How did I end up here again? Could it be that Kim In-hyun is behind this, secretly controlling me to come here? His heart sank rapidly into an abyss of fear, and many times, he felt that he could no longer escape the rope of fate.

Song Xiaomo approached the television step by step, and thankfully, the human head did not appear in his field of vision. He touched it again, and unintentionally, the television was turned on.

The television signal seemed to be poor; the screen first displayed a layer of static, then a row of black lines flickered continuously, and finally, it became a blurry image, vaguely resembling a person's image. He stared wide-eyed at the television, hearing a strange, hoarse sound coming from the television's speakers.

Song Xiaomo's heart suddenly raced. The figure on the television screen was so blurry that he couldn't make out any features. The sound coming from the speakers was erratic, drifting through the room with a peculiar wavelength.

In an instant, a classic scene from that classic Japanese horror movie flashed through his mind—a female ghost in white crawling out of the television and coming to his side. She brushed aside her long hair, revealing a deathly pale face; her eyes had almost no pupils, one of them had bulged out, revealing a black hole…

No, reason told him it was impossible. He reached for the TV to turn it off, but the power button seemed nailed to the wall and wouldn't budge. He simply pulled the plug off, and after a flash of sparks, the plug came loose from the wall.

"Should I run away or stay?" Song Xiaomo struggled fiercely with her thoughts. Running away meant living in a nightmare forever, a fate worse than death; staying, however, meant she might die of terror before even discovering the truth. After weighing the options, Song Xiaomo finally made up her mind—rather than sit and wait to die, she might as well fight, because this torment was no different from being slowly sliced to death.

With a determination to fight to the death, Song Xiaomo calmed down. He turned on the desk lamp and looked into the wardrobe.

Some old clothes hung in the closet, and in the dim light, they looked like several dead bodies hanging there. The closet contained both men's and women's clothing, including various fashionable casual wear, designer suits, silk pajamas, and elegantly colored dresses. The men's clothes were probably worn by Kim In-hyun. And the women's clothes? Could they have belonged to Shin Mi-hyun…?

Without thinking twice, Song Xiaomo walked to the bedside table. Opening the drawer, he found it filled with photos. He picked one up and saw a beautiful girl sitting on the back of a bicycle, her arms around a boy's waist, a sweet smile on her face… surrounded by quaint, old-fashioned alleyways.

Strange, how come this scene is exactly the same as in my dream? Song Xiaomo was stunned for a moment, then quickly took out another picture. This one showed two people snuggling together, their fingers intertwined... The girl's slightly melancholic gaze was fixed on the cherry blossoms falling from the sky above...

Of course, the third picture shows the two of them flying a kite under a blue sky and white clouds. The boy is tall and handsome, with a faint smile on his lips...

Song Xiaomo wiped the sweat from his palms and continued looking at the remaining photos. In one backlit photo, he clearly spotted a dark patch resembling a human head. Judging from the general outline, it should be a long-haired head, but as for the specific facial details, because the distance was too close and the focus was off, the photo was blurry and impossible to discern.

So, at the very moment the shutter was pressed, someone suddenly appeared in front of you.