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Capítulo 28

"It doesn't smell very good, but it looks really nice! Doesn't it?"

"No, that's not it!" the little girl snorted loudly. "Those are yellow chrysanthemums!"

"What does this mean? Do you know?"

"You're so stupid!" she said, emphasizing each word. "Yellow chrysanthemums are for the dead!"

"What?" Song Xiaomo suddenly realized, goosebumps rising all over her body, but she still vehemently denied it, "Nonsense, that's not a yellow chrysanthemum! I guarantee it!"

"Hmph, stop lying to yourself! Adults just love to lie!" The little girl's eyes were filled with sarcasm.

Unbeknownst to him, beads of sweat had formed on Song Xiaomo's forehead. He no longer wanted to talk to her or think about these helpless things, so he simply turned to the side and closed his eyes.

I don't know how much time passed, but it got dark.

It started raining outside, and Song Xiaomo was awakened by the "patter" of rain hitting the glass.

He sat up and turned on his phone, which had just been fully charged. After startup, a text message popped up automatically. His heart skipped a beat, and he cautiously pressed the button. On the white screen was a line of text: "Why didn't you come to save me?"

The sender in the bottom right corner of the screen is—Li Zhengzhen!

In an instant, his blood seemed to freeze, and he was plunged into a deep and inescapable fear.

How could this be? Lee Jung-jin has already left this world.

Could this be a signal from hell?

Song Xiaomo almost cried out, and it took her a long time to calm down before she typed a few words in trembling hands: "Where are you?"

After a while, the phone beeped a few times as it sent a text message.

"I'm right here beside you."

Song Xiaomo's head buzzed as if it would explode. He looked around and, seeing no one, breathed a sigh of relief. But he had a vague feeling that something was off, a sense that someone was watching him.

Suddenly, he looked up and saw a pair of hands pressed against the windowpane, almost devoid of flesh, just bones. Between the hands, half a deathly pale face appeared, with disheveled hair, a deathly pale complexion, sunken eyes, and cold, mostly white pupils staring at him—it was Li Zhengzhen!

Song Xiaomo's soul was scattered.

He will never forget those hands, those eyes; they are etched in his memory.

In his dormitory, it was this same face that kept him awake countless nights. Clearly, hospitalization did not end the nightmare.

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He was no longer afraid; he seemed to have lost even the strength to scream. He stood up blankly and slowly moved toward the window.

Lee Jung-jin's hands were trembling slightly, and Song Xiaomo seemed to hear him saying, "Why didn't you go to save me?"

He didn't know what to say, so he could only say in a voice so soft he could barely hear himself, "Don't blame me, it was too late when I saw the message!"

"That's your fault too! I trusted you so much, and you killed me! Give me back my life... Waaah..."

Song Xiaomo's heart clenched suddenly, as if she had been mercilessly stabbed by these words.

Blood trickled from Li Zhengzhen's pupils, revealing a sinister and terrifying expression that sent chills down Song Xiaomo's spine, causing her to take two steps back.

In a split second, those hands fell down with a whoosh!

Song Xiaomo frowned involuntarily, as if she could see the horrific scene of the person falling to the ground, blood splattering, and brains flying everywhere.

However, apart from the sound of wind and rain, it was unusually quiet all around.

Nothing happened downstairs.

It was pitch black outside the window; there was nothing there.

Was it all just a hallucination?

No! It doesn't seem like a hallucination, because the text message ringtone is sounding again on my phone screen.

The sender is still Lee Jung-jin.

Lee Jung-jin: I'm so cold... you know... I'm so cold down there! You think you can get rid of me by leaving the dorm? Hehe... I'm back again!

Song Xiaomo's fingers, stiff with shock, tapped the keyboard: Why did you do this to me?

Lee Jung-jin: I should be asking you that too! Why didn't you save me? I was murdered! I didn't want to die! I didn't want to die in vain! Give me back my life! I died such a terrible death!

Song Xiaomo: It's all my fault, but I don't understand why this happened, and I'm powerless to stop it. Tell me, who killed you?

Lee Jung-jin: I don't know! I was pushed from behind, I didn't see anything!

Song Xiaomo: Didn't you say you were going to tell me the truth? What is it? Did you know something and get murdered to silence you?

Lee Jung-jin: No! I don't want to tell you anymore! I'm punishing you for not saving me in time! Find the truth yourself! Remember to avenge me! Otherwise, you can come down and join me...

After that, the text message never came again.

No, reason told Song Xiaomo that this was impossible. He immediately turned off his phone, and the screen returned to its dim gray. He let out a long sigh and collapsed heavily onto the bed. A full hour passed, and dusk had quietly fallen outside the window, but Song Xiaomo's mind was completely immersed in these hellish text messages. He read the words over and over again, feeling as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

Just then, a dull thud sounded as something fell to the ground.

Song Xiaomo looked closely and saw the little girl on the bed next to her lying on the ground, her long hair disheveled, her face extremely pale, and her eyes tightly closed.

"How did she end up on the floor?" Song Xiaomo immediately rushed to her side and nudged her.

She finally opened her eyes. Seeing Song Xiaomo's face, she seemed somewhat confused and whispered, "How did I end up lying on the floor?"

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"It's probably because you're a restless sleeper. Luckily, the bed isn't very high, so you weren't hurt. You should be alright now!" Song Xiaomo picked her up and put her back on the bed.

"Thank you!"

"No wonder you said you felt cold when you slept. Do you often roll onto the floor?"

"NO!" the little girl pouted, dissatisfied. "Then tell me... why should I roll onto the ground?"

"How would I know?" Song Xiaomo smiled wryly.

"No, it wasn't my choice!" The little girl's face suddenly showed an expression of extreme fear. "She...she pushed me off the bed!"

"That dead man?"

She didn't answer, but instead glanced around the room out of the corner of her eye, noticing someone sitting upright next to Song Xiaomo. He was startled and immediately looked over, seeing a huge shadow. His heart skipped a beat, but he quickly realized it was just his own shadow.

"He's talking nonsense again!" Song Xiaomo sighed, suddenly thinking of He Zhiying. This girl was somewhat similar to her; both were suspicious and paranoid. But where was He Zhiying now? Or was she already dead?

For no apparent reason, he felt a sense of loneliness and emptiness. Just a few months ago, he had dreamed of living a good life here, working hard, and marrying a beautiful Korean wife in the future, believing that such a life would be a rare kind of happiness. But today, a series of unexpected events shattered all his dreams.

He was hopelessly mired in the quagmire of self-blame: Perhaps, it really was me who ruined Li Zhengzhen! It was me who ruined them!

Perhaps, they all died because of me!

It all started on that stormy night.

Having not slept well all night, Song Xiaomo decided to be discharged the next morning as soon as he opened his eyes. He worried that if he stayed alone in a room with this little girl any longer, she would eventually develop a mental illness, or even a ghost would appear.

The sky outside is overcast, and there's rumbling thunder; it looks like it's going to rain again.

The bedroom was constantly filled with a stuffy atmosphere.

The little girl was still curled up in the blanket, motionless. The ward was too dark, and the blanket looked stark white, like a light, fluttering shroud.

Song Xiaomo glanced at her and decided to tell her after she woke up before leaving. After all, she was in a foreign country and couldn't forget traditional Chinese etiquette.

He slowly closed his eyes, turned over, and fell asleep again...

In a daze, a raindrop drifted in through the window and landed on his face. Song Xiaomo jolted awake and abruptly opened his eyes—

On the windowsill, a bald baby appeared faintly in mid-air, grinning mischievously at him.

The baby was completely pale, and dark red blood was flowing from his eyes, nostrils, and mouth...

His heart was pounding in his throat. He sat bolt upright and said in a hoarse voice, "Why won't you let me go?"

He seemed to hear a cold laugh, followed by a long sigh. He was terrified, and upon closer inspection, he realized it wasn't a baby.

It turned out that a white ghost doll was hanging from the eaves, laughing at him as if it was about to burst out laughing, "giggle giggle giggle," the sound coming and going, sometimes near, sometimes far, sometimes faint.

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"Why is this thing here? Whose is it?" Song Xiaomo was startled.

He glanced instinctively at the little girl's hospital bed next to him and immediately felt uneasy.

That white blanket was looking more and more like a shroud!

"Could it be that she has already..." Song Xiaomo dared not think any further, quickly got out of bed, and approached the blanket step by step...

Just as he reached out to grab the edge of the blanket, an answer suddenly popped into his mind—the little girl was...dead!

Because the blanket was cold and motionless.

After hesitating for a long time, he almost closed his eyes and suddenly threw off the blanket.

It turned out his feeling was wrong; there was nothing under the blanket, not even a trace of the little girl!

Song Xiaomo let out a long sigh of relief. He shook his head and smiled, inwardly cursing himself for becoming so paranoid.

He stretched, feeling a little more at ease, and began to pack his personal belongings.

However, as soon as he turned around, he was shocked to find that his bed had been taken!

The little girl was sitting lazily on his bed, looking out the window with her face turned to the side, slowly combing her black hair that was almost up to her shoulders, her pale little hands showing blue veins.

The movements were extremely eerie, mechanically repeating the same action, like a zombie.

"Little friend, you... how... how did you end up sitting on my bed?" Song Xiaomo stammered.

She didn't move, but simply said, "Shh...don't make a sound! The person next to you is still sleeping!"

Huh?! Song Xiaomo was stunned, as if struck by lightning. There was clearly no one under the blanket!

Moreover, the little girl's tone and manner of speaking completely transformed into the voice of a strange adult woman.

"Possessed by a ghost!" He realized immediately, then thought of the "auntie" the little girl had mentioned. Could it be that her soul had possessed the little girl?

"Little kid, stop playing pranks!" Song Xiaomo took a few steps back.

As soon as she finished speaking, she lowered her hand from combing her long hair, slowly turned around, and said softly, "You're very afraid of this place, aren't you?"

Amidst disheveled hair, a sinister white face stared at him, its eyes holding something chilling.

“You…” Song Xiaomo didn’t know what to say; his mind was completely blank!

“I’m here today to remind you of something,” she said again.