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I tightened my trench coat around me as the chilly night breeze sent a shiver down my spine.
The strange sound continued, intermittent and elusive, like a ghostly whisper drifting in the wind, teasing my already frayed nerves.
That sound was sharp, reminiscent of nails scraping against a blackboard, yet it also carried the low growl of a beast, sending chills through my body.
I walked slowly along the old house's wall, my heart racing and palms sweating, as if something was lurking in the darkness, watching my every move.
The noise seemed to emanate from the direction of the backyard, where a dense thicket loomed ominously in the night, resembling a giant beast with its maw wide open, waiting to devour any living thing that dared to approach.
I hesitated for a moment; fear and curiosity battled within me. Ultimately, curiosity triumphed over fear, and I decided to venture in and unveil the mystery behind the sound.
The woods were pitch black, utterly devoid of light; only the moonlight filtered through the leaves, casting mottled patches on the ground like flickering ghostly eyes.
I tread carefully, stepping on thick layers of fallen leaves that crunched beneath my feet, each sound echoing sharply in the stillness of the night, every step feeling like I was walking on my own heartbeat.
The wind rustled through the treetops, producing an eerie moan that resembled wailing spirits, sending shivers down my spine. I quickened my pace, eager to escape this suffocating darkness.
I clutched tightly to the diary in my hand, which recorded everything I had experienced in the old house during this time. It was my only anchor and source of solace amidst fear and despair.
Suddenly, I felt as though someone was watching me. A strong sense of being observed made my hair stand on end, as if cold eyes were fixed upon me, leaving me feeling exposed and vulnerable.
I whipped around but saw nothing—only the swaying shadows of trees and dappled moonlight intertwining like a bizarre tapestry that stirred unease within me.
Taking a deep breath, I reassured myself that it was merely an illusion conjured by this eerie environment. I forced myself to calm down and continued onward.
The sound grew closer and clearer, and I finally discerned it—a woman weeping, her cries filled with desolation and despair, as if she were recounting endless pain and sorrow.
Her sobs were at times low and suppressed, at times high and piercing, like a sharp knife that stabbed at my eardrums and my heart.
I quickened my pace, following the direction of the sound, pushing through the dense branches. They scraped against my cheeks, leaving tiny wounds, but I paid them no mind.
At last, I found the source of the sound—a small grave standing lonely in the depths of the woods. In front of it lay a bouquet of withered flowers, looking particularly forlorn in the night.
A woman knelt by the grave, softly crying. Her voice was filled with sadness and despair, breaking my heart as if the entire world was suffused with a mournful air.
Her frail figure appeared especially thin under the moonlight, like a leaf about to fall, evoking an instinctive urge to protect her.
I froze, unsure of what to do—should I approach to comfort her or quietly leave?
My heart was torn; on one hand, I feared disturbing her, while on the other, I couldn't bear to let her endure this pain alone.
After a moment's hesitation, I decided to step forward and inquire about her situation—perhaps I could help her.
"Hello," I said softly, my voice sounding jarringly loud in the stillness of the night. "Are you okay?"
The woman looked up at me, her eyes red and swollen. Her face was streaked with tears, her hair disheveled; she appeared utterly worn out, like a flower battered by wind and rain.
"Who are you?" she asked, her voice hoarse and low, tinged with caution—as if she were a wounded creature wary of the outside world.
"My name is Lin Xia," I replied. "I'm the new resident of this old house."
The woman looked at me with a hint of surprise in her eyes. She examined me from head to toe, her gaze filled with confusion and curiosity, before lowering her head again, continuing to cry as if my presence offered her no comfort.
"Are you... here to pay respects to Jiang Yao?" she asked, her voice trembling, as if she had used all her strength to utter those words.
Jiang Yao?
The name sent a jolt through my heart; wasn't she the original owner of the old residence mentioned in the documents?
"Do you know Jiang Yao?" I asked, my tone filled with astonishment and curiosity. My heartbeat quickened, as if an important clue was about to surface.
The woman nodded, tears streaming down her face like pearls from a broken string, falling onto the wilted flowers and into my heart.
"She was my sister," the woman choked out. "She died such a tragic death!"
I was filled with shock; I never expected to encounter Jiang Yao's sister here. What a coincidence! Perhaps this was fate's arrangement.
I quickly pressed the woman for more information about Jiang Yao, eager to learn what she had endured. My mind was filled with questions and anticipation, desperate to unravel this mystery.
The woman recounted Jiang Yao's story in fragmented sentences, her tone heavy with sorrow and anger. Each word struck my heart like a hammer, leaving me feeling unbearably weighed down and oppressed.
It turned out that Jiang Yao's husband had been framed, leading to their family's ruin. Jiang Yao herself was persecuted to death; her demise was filled with injustice and resentment. Her soul wandered in darkness, unable to find peace.
The one who framed Jiang Yao was none other than her husband's business partner, a man named Li Ming. Driven by greed for the Jiang family's wealth, he stopped at nothing and ultimately caused the death of Jiang Yao's entire family. His crimes were unforgivable and appalling.
After hearing the woman's account, I was filled with rage. I could not imagine the suffering and torment Jiang Yao had endured during her life. My blood boiled; I wanted to avenge her and seek justice on her behalf.
I became even more determined to help her seek revenge. I would fight for her justice and make those who harmed her pay the price. I wanted to ensure that justice was served and that Jiang Yao's soul could finally find peace.
The woman told me that Li Ming was now a successful businessman, wielding immense wealth and power. Toppling him would not be easy; it was a battle fraught with danger and challenges.
I knew this path was filled with thorns, but I had no choice. I had to press on, for Jiang Yao, for myself, for justice, and for the conscience that resided within me.
After bidding farewell to the woman, I left the grave with a heavy heart yet filled with hope. The weight of Jiang Yao's plight bore down on me, but the hope that justice would eventually come kept me going.
Back at the old house, I lay in bed but could not sleep. Images of Jiang Yao and her sister kept flashing through my mind. Their experiences filled me with profound sorrow, and my heart was heavy with anger and grief.
I silently vowed to help them reclaim their justice and ensure that those who wronged them faced consequences. I would not give up; I would see this through to the end.
Outside, the wind continued to blow, rustling the leaves as if mourning Jiang Yao's fate. The sound of the wind was a lament, echoing endless sadness and despair.
I got up and walked to the window, gazing at the pitch-black night sky. My heart brimmed with determination and hope. I knew the road ahead would be challenging, but I would not falter; I would persist until the truth was revealed.
Suddenly, I saw a shadow dart past outside, moving at incredible speed, vanishing in an instant. The shadow resembled a ghost, drifting through the darkness and sending chills down my spine.
What was that?
(The chapter ends here.)
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