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I understood immediately that Long Nan wanted to take the opportunity to ask about the missing persons from Xiangwa Village over the years. After all, it was quite rare to see a living person in this village.
Qin Hai said, "That's fine. Let's talk to Wang Cuihua first. It's really not a big deal. Although Cuihua is a suspect, the one who acted is definitely that ghost."
I agreed and nodded towards the old man, saying, "Uncle, we’ll trouble you then."
"Hehe, no trouble at all... cough cough cough..." The old man suddenly started coughing violently. He covered his mouth with his hand and coughed for a while, as if something had come out of his mouth. However, he quickly used a handkerchief to cover it and swallowed whatever it was back down.
When he lowered his hand, it was covered in blood.
I was startled; coughing up blood was not a good sign. "Uncle, your illness seems serious. You should hurry to the hospital."
"It's nothing, it's nothing," the old man replied as he led us into a room. The room was elegantly decorated with bamboo furnishings, giving off an incredibly refined feeling.
Once we entered, the old man lit an incense stick and brewed a pot of tea, placing it on the table. "Cuihua, you take care of them. Whatever you have to say, tell the police comrades everything without hiding anything, understand? The Wang family never shies away from anything."
Wang Cuihua nodded and sat down beside the table, pouring water for all three of us.
I exchanged glances with Qin Hai.
Qin Hai understood my meaning and nodded slightly. With his gun still holstered at his waist, he knew we had to be cautious in this strange village; naturally, we wouldn’t drink the tea.
Wang Cuihua began, "Comrades of the police, I admit that the ghost didn’t harm me; she came out to help me. Li Yuanyuan and her two friends wrongfully accused me of stealing their computer and bullied me. Honestly, I left home despite my father's scolding just to go to school because I love dancing. I enjoy dancing so much, but I never expected to encounter them. They bullied me so much that I couldn't study or live normally."
I asked, "What is the origin of that ghost? How did she suddenly appear?"
Wang Cuihua lowered her head and said, "That ghost was a senior from before, also from Dorm 505. She was wronged, and after killing everyone in her dorm, she committed suicide. She probably appeared because she saw me being wronged."
"You are lying," I said, looking into Wang Cuihua's eyes. "If that senior has already become a Vengeful Spirit, how could she listen to you and act along with you? Unless you are someone who can control spirits. If that senior is not a Vengeful Spirit, even if she appears, she wouldn't be able to easily kill your three roommates. Wang Cuihua, you definitely have more to tell us."
Wang Cuihua looked at me in surprise, then shook her head. "No, there's nothing more. I’ve told you everything I know... you all... just drink your tea..."
Long Nan suddenly spoke up and asked, "Wang Cuihua, tell me why there’s no one in your village at Big White, and where have all those missing people gone?"
Wang Cuihua shook her head. "I... I don’t know anything. Please, don’t ask me anymore."
Long Nan narrowed his eyes and said, "If you don’t tell us, then you’ll have to come with us."
"Wait a minute, the three of you. Since you've come here, why leave?" A voice came from the doorway; it was Wang Cuihua's father. He looked at the three of us and chuckled ominously. "Since you're here, why not stay? Our Xiangwa Village is quite entertaining, heh heh..."
I squinted at Wang Cuihua's father. Qin Hai also sensed the threat; he pulled out his gun and aimed it at Wang Cuihua's father. "Don’t do anything reckless; we are police officers. Song Fei, Sister Long, let’s go."
"Since you're here, why not play a little first?" Wang Cuihua's father continued with that unsettling demeanor. Then he suddenly began to cough violently. "Cough cough, cough cough cough..."
As he coughed, he unexpectedly spat out a large chunk of dark purple matter. I watched in horror as it turned out to be a lung lobe larger than my fist.
Seeing Wang Cuihua's father expel the lung lobe made my stomach churn. At the same time, I realized something was wrong—was this old man a ghost? No, if he were a ghost, I should be able to see through it.
I turned to Qin Hai and said urgently, "This old man is trouble; we need to get out of here."
Qin Hai was also getting ready to stand up when suddenly—bang!—he collapsed onto the table. I was stunned for a moment before realizing that Long Nan had already passed out on the table. I reached for my waist; damn it! In my rush when getting off the car earlier, I had left my dagger in the vehicle.
I quickly reached for Long Nan's waist, preparing to pull out her gun. Just as I got halfway, I felt a wave of dizziness wash over me.
I glanced around and my gaze landed on the burning incense. Suddenly, it dawned on me that it wasn't the cup of tea that was toxic, but that blood-red incense...
I collapsed to the ground in a daze, losing all sense of awareness. A feeling of frustration welled up inside me; after weathering so many storms, I couldn't believe I would fall victim to such a rookie. I wondered if anyone would come to rescue us or if Wang Cuihua and her daughter would simply kill us.
In a haze, I lost track of time until I slowly opened my eyes.
Everything around me was shrouded in mist, bustling with people. I felt confused—where was this? How did I end up here? What had happened before?
I shook my head vigorously and began to recall. Yes, I was investigating a case, then I ended up at Wang Cuihua's house, and that old man had knocked me out... How did I end up here?
I looked around in astonishment. It was lively here, filled with people. The streets and buildings were all from the Qing Dynasty! I pinched my arm hard—what the hell! It hurt quite a bit; this didn't seem like a dream. How could I have traveled through time? Where were Qin Hai and Long Nan?
I examined my clothes; I was wearing a long robe and seemed to have a large braid on my head. However, looking out onto the street, while many people wore long robes, there were also plenty who were bare-chested with buzz cuts.
In short, there were both ancient and modern people.
The street was paved with bluestone, bustling with people and numerous shops—it was surprisingly lively.
I stood up, intending to leave this place.
"Hey there, buddy! You think you can just leave without paying?" A man dressed in traditional attire from a historical drama approached me and blocked my way.
I sized him up; he appeared to be in his forties, with a glint of cunning in his eyes.
"What do you mean I have to pay?" I asked.
The man chuckled, a hint of mockery in his tone, and pointed casually, "You've been staying in my inn for quite some time. Shouldn't you pay for that? You were unconscious here; if I hadn't taken care of you, you would have died long ago. Hurry up and pay!"
I was even more puzzled and confused. I looked at the Shopkeeper and then at his establishment. The place was dilapidated, with hardly any walls, just the Bluestone floor connecting it to the street. However, it seemed there was indeed a second floor; perhaps I had been sleeping up there.
I found it strange, but I didn't resist further. I began to search myself, but my clothes were completely clean—there was no wallet to be found.
"I don't seem to have any money... Shopkeeper, where exactly is this place? How did I end up here?" I asked. Although it was clear that the Shopkeeper was greedy, he was the first person to talk to me, so I felt compelled to ask him.
The Shopkeeper chuckled again, "Ah, a newcomer! Even if you're new, you still have to pay for your stay. Don't worry; as a newcomer, you have enough money. Come over here; just drop a drop of blood into this."
With that, the Shopkeeper led me to a counter and pulled out a Black Basin. "Just drop a drop of blood in here, and you can leave. Otherwise, you won't be able to leave this inn."
I looked at the Black Basin; there seemed to be an energy swirling within it. Although I couldn't see it, I could feel it distinctly!
For some reason, I felt a deep fear of that basin and hesitated at the thought of dropping my blood into it. After experiencing all sorts of bizarre events, I needed to keep my wits about me.
I stepped back from the basin and said to the Shopkeeper, "Um, I'm afraid of pain and I faint at the sight of blood. So I can't drop my blood in there. If you won't let me go, I'll just stay here until I have money to pay you."
The Shopkeeper was taken aback; he probably never expected me to respond like that. After all, who would care about a single drop of blood?
He looked at me and laughed coldly. "Oh, so you're trying to play tricks! Eating for free and staying without paying? Fine! Let me show you that in this place, no one dares to break the rules!" With that, he shouted towards Main Street, "Hey! Someone here is breaking the rules—staying without paying!"
After shouting that, the Shopkeeper turned back to me with a cold smile. "You refuse to pay with a drop of blood? Just wait until you're caught by the Yamen; you'll end up bleeding out completely!"
As I was pondering, a group of soldiers suddenly floated into view from a distance. Yes, I wasn't mistaken; they were indeed floating. There were about ten of them, clad in black armor and wearing wolf-like masks. They carried long spears at their waists, and their feet... didn't touch the ground!
Upon seeing these ten figures, a realization struck me like a bolt of lightning. Damn it, I almost forgot! I thought I had crossed over to another world, but it seems I hadn't; instead, I had fallen into the Underworld.
No, it's not the Underworld either. I had no idea where this place was, but I knew that if I got caught by this group of Wolf Mask Soldiers, there would be no good days ahead for me.
I glanced at the Shopkeeper and then abruptly turned to run. This inn was in such disrepair that it didn't even have walls. I dashed toward the back courtyard while rummaging through my pockets—damn it, I had no weapons at all.
Frustrated, I thought about what kind of place this was. All I could do was run wildly into the distance. Fortunately, I discovered that I was surprisingly fast. Once I reached Main Street, I began to dodge left and right, pushing past people as I sprinted forward.
"Capture the criminal! Cut down anyone in the way!" A grim voice echoed from behind me, and immediately, everyone on Main Street began to scatter to the sides.
As I ran, I glanced back and was instantly horrified. Those ten figures had transformed into ten wisps of black mist, chasing after me with incredible speed—much faster than I could run!
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