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The woman above remained motionless, her long black hair blending seamlessly with her dark clothing. The posture she held—her head slightly bowed—gave the impression that she was slowly lifting it. The three-dimensional quality of the scene captured was striking.
Severe Cold looked at the eerie image on the screen, his heart racing. He couldn't imagine how Ziya must be feeling at that moment. Her face turned pale in an instant, beads of sweat rolling down her forehead. In her anxiety, she had dug her nails deep into Severe Cold's skin, yet she held back from crying out in pain.
Seeing this, Severe Cold quickly pressed a button to stop the playback. He turned his gaze to Ziya, who sat frozen at the edge of the bed, her eyes still fixated on the computer.
"It's okay, it's okay. This is just a trick to scare us. I've seen things far more terrifying than this. We need to figure out who is behind this," he said, blocking her view of the computer with his body and gently placing a hand on her shoulder to comfort her.
"Um... she's the woman from my nightmares," Ziya whispered in a haunting tone.
Damn it, Severe Cold cursed inwardly; no wonder she was so terrified. "It's fine, it's fine. You know that if this is the work of Specter, there's no way they would send you a package. Do you think Specter would mail something in this world? I want to play with this ghost for a bit. You need to stay strong and not let your mind wander. Just focus on what you need to do. Understand?" He forced a confident smile, looking at Ziya with determination.
Ziya nodded, and under Severe Cold's encouragement, she began to regain her composure. She had been thinking about completing the story of the Lin Sisters; now was the perfect time to shift her focus away from the woman in black.
Taking a deep breath, she said, "Tell me the details of what happened next! The events that took place where you are." It was a sudden outburst that caught Severe Cold off guard, but then realization dawned on him.
"Yes, yes! That's it! I'll tell you right away," he replied eagerly. He pulled out the chair from the computer desk and gestured for Ziya to sit down before he began narrating the story of the Lin Sisters.
"Li Darwen took Zhen to the hospital for an abortion one time, and people in our town mistook her for his wife. But later, they accidentally saw another woman and realized Li Darwen had another wife. The child was quite well-behaved but unfortunately mute; he could only produce laughter from his throat, which was worlds apart from normal children." Severe Cold felt a craving for cigarettes and absentmindedly patted his pocket where he kept them.
"The muteness was a major reason he perished in Silt; he couldn't cry out for help, so no one rescued him in time," Ziya said with a tone of regret.
"Exactly! This might be what people refer to as karma. The child seemed to have reached an understanding with his fate—one committed suicide at home by cutting his wrists while the other ran into Silt and sank to death. Li Darwen blamed everything on Wanru; Wanru, tormented by Zhen's actions, began reminiscing about her sister Wan Yu and lived in guilt until she died from chronic drug poisoning." As he spoke, Severe Cold let his hand fall away from his pocket.
"Uh, how did Wanru's body end up under the bathtub?" Ziya found it too strange. Since a person was already dead, why would they hide the body in such a filthy place? Wasn't that cursing her to have a bad outcome in her next life?
"The key point is right here. After Wanru died, her body was buried in the woods behind the house. However, after Wanru was buried, strange things began to happen in the house that frightened Zhen and Li Darwen. So Zhen believed that Wanru was causing trouble. After Li Darwen went on a trip one Sunday and was away from home, Zhen hired a few people in town to dig up Wanru's remains and move them under the bathtub, performing some curses in the process. The purpose was to ensure that Wanru wouldn't have a good life in her next reincarnation." This time, Severe Cold couldn't hold back any longer; he chuckled and stopped the conversation as he walked outside.
Ziya knew his craving for cigarettes had kicked in. He shook his head helplessly and recorded the story in his notes.
When Severe Cold returned, he looked lively, showing no signs of his earlier embarrassment. "Did you get it all down?" He leaned over Ziya's shoulder, his head resting closely against Ziya's hair, breathing in deeply the fresh scent coming from it.
"Uh, got it. You can continue," Ziya said, feeling someone tickling the back of his neck. He quickly stopped typing and turned to face Severe Cold.
Severe Cold straightened up immediately, revealing a charming smile on his face as he casually pinched his nose. "Alright, let's continue." He moved a stool closer to Ziya's chair, creating an even more intimate space between them, satisfaction evident on his face.
"What Zhen did was so heinous that she sent herself straight to hell. While she was hiring people to cause trouble, she overlooked the fact that she was alone at home. One of those temporary workers noticed this detail. Once everything was settled, Zhen paid these temporary workers a considerable sum of money. Little did she know that her own death was approaching." Severe Cold deliberately paused the topic, looking at Ziya with a mysterious smile.
"Um, continue," Ziya said, confused as he looked at himself, thinking Severe Cold had seen some dust or something on him but found nothing.
"Hey, I've shared so much; shouldn't you reward me?" Severe Cold grinned mischievously. Ignoring Ziya's shy blush, he gently wrapped an arm around her waist and pressed his lips against her tempting ones.
Like a dragonfly skimming the water's surface, Severe Cold didn't forcefully dominate Ziya's awkward return kiss. He couldn't bear to overpower her unique first kiss with arrogance. Deep down, he thought Ziya was indeed a good girl. In this society that blindly idolizes Western openness, it's rare for an older girl not only to possess beauty but also to have rich cultural knowledge while still maintaining the moral traditions of womanhood.
Ziya was caught off guard by Severe Cold's sudden advance and felt utterly embarrassed, unable to speak for quite some time as her face turned crimson.
"Are you thirsty? I'll get you a glass of water," Severe Cold broke the silence after a few moments and hurriedly asked with concern.
"Don't worry, you can continue!" Ziya felt that her voice was so faint that it was almost like the sound of a mosquito.
"Alright, as you wish." Severe Cold affectionately ruffled Ziya's hair and continued with the previous topic, "Zhen heard a noise in the middle of the night. Being bold from growing up in the countryside, she got up to check. The outcome was predictable; she was ambushed by one of the temporary workers, who then hung her body from the beam to make it look like a suicide. After killing Zhen, the temporary worker rummaged through the villa for valuables. That day, it happened to rain heavily, and after the rain, fog would rise by the riverbank. That temporary worker was doomed; he took many stolen items with him but ended up lost and walked into the place where the child had died. We received a call from Li Darwen about a burglary and his wife's suicide, so we rushed over and found the stolen items at Riverbank, along with the bodies of the temporary worker and the child."
"Oh, I see." Ziya still felt it was very strange; why did that temporary worker choose to run to Riverbank of all places?
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