“...Will this talisman really be useful?” Xiao Li looked at the yellow paper in her hand, covered in chaotic red ink, filled with doubt.
“Who knows? Just take it for reassurance,” Xiao Jing replied dismissively.
“But that person said to burn it and drink the water...” Xiao Li frowned at the thought.
“Just ignore that kind of talk. It’s not worth your concern,” Xiao Jing waved her hand dismissively.
As they approached the community entrance, Xiao Li couldn’t help but slow her pace, feeling a bit timid as she hid behind Xiao Jing and glanced around.
Noticing her sneaky behavior, Xiao Jing said calmly, “So? Do you see anything?”
“...No.” Even so, Xiao Li still couldn’t shake off her unease.
Xiao Jing sighed and turned to walk towards the guardhouse.
“Excuse me, has anything special happened today?” she asked boldly to the guard on duty.
“Huh?” The middle-aged man, who had been idly scrolling on his phone, paused for a moment. “Oh, are you referring to Grandpa Li from C Building falling down the stairs and being sent to the hospital?”
Hearing this, Xiao Jing raised an eyebrow and glanced back at Xiao Li.
“Uh... Is Grandpa Li okay? Is he alright?” Xiao Li asked in surprise.
"I don't know, but I heard the fall was pretty bad!"
After exchanging a few pleasantries, they left the security office and headed into the community.
"...So, does that really have nothing to do with me?" Xiao Li felt a strange mix of emotions stirring within her.
To be honest, it was a relief that this bizarre situation didn't involve her, but hearing about Grandpa Li's ordeal left her feeling anything but happy. Although they were strangers, there was an inexplicable heaviness that she couldn't shake off...
"Maybe it's just your inflated sense of self-importance," Xiao Jing shrugged dismissively. "Well, if there's nothing else, I'm heading back. Bye!"
"Yeah, see you." Xiao Li waved absentmindedly at Xiao Jing's retreating figure before turning to walk toward her apartment building.
As she stepped into the elevator and reached her floor, the moment the doors opened, Xiao Li's eyes widened in shock. She froze in place inside the elevator—
At the end of the hallway stood a dark figure right in front of her door.
When the elevator doors began to close due to her lack of movement, she snapped back to reality and quickly pressed the button for the first floor.
As soon as the doors opened again, she bolted out of the building and sprinted toward Xiao Jing's residence in Building A. She even abandoned the elevator and scrambled up the stairs to the third floor, pounding on Xiao Jing's door.
Just moments after entering her home, Xiao Jing opened the door with a puzzled expression.
"Xiao Li? What’s going on? My doorbell isn’t broken; why are you knocking?"
"The shadow is standing right at my doorstep; it's really coming for me, and it has nothing to do with Grandpa Li!" Xiao Li exclaimed, panic evident in her voice. "Xiao Jing, no one is home today. My parents won't be back until tomorrow. Please, can I stay at your place for the night?"
Xiao Jing remained silent for a while, feeling quite helpless as she sighed.
"Come in. My mom will be back later, and since tomorrow is a holiday, it should be fine."
***
"I just thought of something," Xiao Jing said as she brought over two cups of red tea. Once Xiao Li's emotions had calmed down a bit, she suddenly remarked, "Don't you think your situation is a lot like the story of Hanako-san?"
"Hanako-san?" Xiao Li took a sip of her tea and paused slightly. "Oh, you mean the urban legend where she keeps calling you to tell you her location, getting closer and closer until she appears right behind you?"
"Yeah. I wonder if preparing some pudding would help? I heard Hanako-san really likes pudding or cake. Unfortunately, we don't have any at home. Should I go buy some just in case?" Xiao Jing asked with a smile.
"That's impossible! It definitely won't work! That thing is not nearly as cute as Hanako-san! Besides, Hanako-san only became cute after fan interpretations; she was originally a pretty terrifying urban legend!" Xiao Li couldn't help but retort.
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