Transmigrierte Kaiserinnen (männlich und weiblich)

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"I don't know, I don't know! I'm just worried..." Hideko slumped into a chair, staring blankly at the door.

Just when the two were at their wits' end, they suddenly heard a soft footstep.

"Tongtong!"

"Aunt!"

Xiuzi hugged Tongtong tightly, then asked warily, "Tongtong, where did you go?"

"I saw her..."

"who?"

“That’s the woman who took Mom away!” Tongtong said coldly.

Xiuzi and Song Xiaomo looked at each other for a long time, speechless.

"And then what happened?"

Chapter 157: The Night Doll (157)

"Then she disappeared, and I couldn't find her!"

"Silly child, aren't you afraid?"

"I'm not afraid. My mother is dead, and she's dead too. If I'm not afraid of my mother, why would I be afraid of her?"

"What?" Song Xiaomo was immediately stunned, staring into the boy's eyes and saying, "Tongtong, you can't just say things like that. What are you doing following her?"

Believe it or not! I'm following her; I want to find my mother!

"Looking for Mom?" Xiuzi stared at Tongtong, muttering to herself, "They're all going crazy, they're all going crazy, I'm going crazy too. Silly child, do you know how worried Auntie is about you?"

Tongtong was still only a six or seven-year-old child, and she was a little scared when she saw her aunt getting angry: "I'm sorry, Auntie, I know I was wrong."

Two lines of tears slowly slid down Hideko's cheeks.

"Alright, now that the child has been found, and it's getting late, you should all rest. I'm leaving!" Song Xiaomo didn't want to stay any longer; he was worried that the girl in the room was getting impatient.

"Xiao Mo, thank you!"

Song Xiaomo smiled and said, "You're welcome. I'm leaving now!"

"uncle--"

Tongtong called out to him from behind.

"Is there anything else?"

"Be careful..." Tongtong looked at him strangely.

He was about to say something when he suddenly realized that the expression on the child's face was exactly the same as that of the ghost doll!

Song Xiaomo felt a chill all over her body and quickly walked out the door.

Back in his room, he went upstairs, opened the door, and looked around the entire place, but Meixuan was gone. He couldn't help but let out a long sigh, feeling as if everything that had happened was a dream. But who knew if this dream would ever end?

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Section 95: Chapter Nineteen Braised Pork Ribs (1)

Chapter Nineteen Braised Pork Ribs

For several days in a row, the villa was peaceful, and life seemed to be settling down.

Song Xiaomo's heart grew increasingly restless. Meixuan hadn't appeared since her first appearance. For some reason, he felt a vague longing for her, even a deep yearning. Her graceful figure frequently flashed through his mind, a complex emotion he couldn't describe. He was somewhat out of control; whenever he closed his eyes, he felt as if she were still before him, her voice soft and melodious, intoxicating, captivating, and utterly mesmerizing…

That night, Song Xiaomo had insomnia again and got out of bed in the middle of the night. He didn't turn on the light, but quietly opened the door, deciding to go out for some fresh air. He felt like he was going to get moldy from sleeping in this room for so long.

The corridor was quiet, with the occasional squeaking of mice gnawing on things. To avoid disturbing others, Song Xiaomo tiptoed forward with extra care.

As he passed a storage room, he suddenly felt something was off. He remembered that the door to this storage room was usually half-open because the lock was broken and the door was rotten and could not be closed properly... But now, the door was closed tightly, and white light was leaking out from the window above. Could there be someone inside?

He pressed his ear against the door and listened, hearing a rattling or rustling sound coming from inside.

In the dead of night, who's rummaging around inside? Even if they're looking for something, they don't need to close the door.

Song Xiaomo's face slid back and forth along the door panel, and luckily found a crack.

The scene that came into view through the crack in the door quickly stunned him.

Hideko, holding a flashlight, was rummaging through a pile of odds and ends in the storage room, looking anxiously as if searching for something. She appeared very tense, her face covered in sweat, and her usually neatly combed long hair was somewhat disheveled, with a few strands falling loosely beside her face. She was completely different from the Hideko she was during the day.

After rummaging through all the clutter, Hideko began to feel the bricks along the edge of the wall. She was very quick, and in no time, she had felt the entire edge of the wall. Then, she put her ear close to the wall and gently tapped it with her finger; the wall made a deep, resonant sound.

What exactly in this storage room could attract Hideko?

The more Song Xiaomo looked, the more she felt something was amiss: if Xiuzi said the villa was haunted, she would never have rented a room here, much less sneak into a dark room in the middle of the night. It seemed that finding something was probably Xiuzi's real purpose in moving here.

She quickly searched the entire house, even poking at the ceiling with a broom. Clearly, she hadn't found what she was looking for. Her expression grew more serious as she calmly surveyed the room, then her gaze suddenly shot like lightning to the crack in the door, fixing perfectly on Song Xiaomo's eyes!

Song Xiaomo shuddered in fright: that gaze...

Hideko was still staring straight at him, her eyes fixed on him.

That gaze was cold and sharp, like a knife piercing deeply into Song Xiaomo's eyes. Even worse, Xiuzi was already walking towards him!

Song Xiaomo felt she was about to collapse and was about to retreat when she suddenly noticed Xiuzi sitting down on a tattered sofa. It turned out she hadn't been discovered; Xiuzi had probably just been staring at the spot thinking about something else.

What exactly is Hideko looking for?

Just as he was deep in thought, he suddenly heard a series of strange noises...

- Folk song, who is singing the folk song?

"Sunny doll, sunny doll, I hope tomorrow will be a nice day. If it is, I'll give you a golden bell... Sunny doll, sunny doll, I hope tomorrow will be a nice day. If it isn't, I'll cut your head off..."

Song Xiaomo's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that Meixuan had come out again?

Soon after, landlady Grandma Zhang and Aunt Li came out in their pajamas. Xiuzi had also slipped out of the storage room at some point.

The songs sung in the hazy night sent chills down everyone's spines.

Everyone looked around blankly, trying to find the source of the sound, but the song didn't seem to be coming from outside.

Song Xiaomo noticed that Xiuzi's face had changed shape; she was clearly terrified of the music. Aunt Li supported Grandma Zhang, her legs trembling uncontrollably.

At this moment, the strange sound grew closer, as if a girl was humming a lullaby and walking towards them...

Just when everyone was stunned, Tongtong called out "Auntie" and came over carrying a tape recorder.

The sound came from a tape recorder! The song repeated over and over again, its melodious notes drifting through the entire corridor.

Hideko rushed over, snatched the tape recorder, and quickly pressed the stop button.

The music playing from the stereo immediately stopped.

Finally, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

"Whose tape recorder is this?" Grandma Zhang asked.

"It's mine," Xiuzi admitted awkwardly, then suddenly turned and yelled at Tongtong, "Tell me right now, who put the tape in there? When did this tape appear in our house?"

She looked fierce. Tongtong blinked her eyes and suddenly burst into tears.

"Alright, Tongtong, tell your brother what happened?" Song Xiaomo squatted down and pulled Tongtong to his side.

"Waaah... I don't know either... I just woke up and found Auntie was gone, so I went out to look for her... I don't know... Waaah..."

"This is utter nonsense! You mean to say that the tape jumped in by itself?" Hideko was still furious.

"That's enough, that's enough, don't scare the child." Grandma Zhang quickly smoothed things over.

"Oh dear, why is this happening?" Aunt Liu sighed, shaking her head. "It's a ghost, a real ghost!"

Song Xiaomo glanced at Xiuzi, then took Tongtong's little hand and said, "Tongtong, it's alright now. Brother will take you back to your room to sleep!"

"He can walk by himself!" Xiuzi glared at him fiercely, then hugged Tongtong's head and hurriedly walked towards her room.

Then, the others also returned to their rooms, fearing that some unexpected trouble might arise.

Song Xiaomo followed her back.

Upon entering the room, in complete darkness, he struggled to stay away from the staircase, but it was as if someone was calling to him, a force pulling him involuntarily toward another world…

He opened the door and saw a familiar, beautiful figure—it was Meixuan.

"You're back..."

A rich aroma of meat wafted through the room.

Song Xiaomo's stomach immediately reacted, rumbling several times. How strange, he had eaten a full dinner, so why was he hungry now?

Section 96: Chapter Nineteen Braised Pork Ribs (2)

Meixuan, dressed in a light blue sundress and white knee-high stockings, sat upright at the table, supporting herself with her two slender arms, smiling innocently as she looked at her.

The table was laden with delicious dishes: sweet and sour pork, boiled sliced pork, braised lion's head meatballs... and Song Xiaomo's favorite braised pork ribs, which made his mouth water.

"What day is it today?" Song Xiaomo asked, both surprised and delighted.

"Think about it carefully!"

Song Xiaomo pondered for a moment, then said, "It's your birthday!"

"I'm so glad you remembered it's my birthday today." She smiled.

Song Xiaomo smiled along, but felt a strange sense of guilt. He actually didn't know it was her birthday; he'd only noticed a cake in the corner of the sofa.

"Happy birthday!" he said, scratching his head.

"Thanks."

She looked at him, and he looked at her. And so, they gazed at each other, their eyes meeting, momentarily speechless. A sense of happiness rippled in the gentle breeze. Song Xiaomo was momentarily dazed, forgetting whether she was Song Xiaomo or Jin Renxuan.

"By the way, what about the gift you gave me this year?"

"This...this..." Song Xiaomo was a little embarrassed.

"You haven't given me a gift in two years," Meixuan pouted. "You used to give me a teru teru bozu doll!"

"Really?" Song Xiaomo pointed to Meixuan's face, changing the subject, "That's not quite right. I remember you had a dimple on your cheek in those photos, right?"

"Have you forgotten? That dimple only appears when I'm happy," Meixuan said softly.

"Oh, I see. So, are you happy now?"

"Mmm!" She smiled sweetly, took off a red string from her neck, and said, "Here you go."