268: Chapter 268: The Building Chief’s Gift (Third Update) 268: Chapter 268: The Building Chief’s Gift (Third Update) The psychological support therapy helt developed by Deep Space Technology can project a patient’s inner world, translating their emotions into specific objects and colors.
Mingi had spent a long ti in this room filled with intense colors.
Her inner world was completely different from her usual deanor; she was a madwoman with a deeply concealed facade.
She didn’t know when she had beco like this.
Perhaps it was due to the overall atmosphere of her family, or maybe sothing she did when she was a child.
“Inside the bellies of the plush dog, the plush cat, and the plush bear, she lay…”
mories from the past always surfaced in her Brain Sea.
She felt scared and fearful, yet there was no guilt or regret inside her.
Curled up in a corner of the room, she hid her true self deep within, continuously mumbling strange sentences, as if by continuing to act insane, she could stay hidden here forever.
Not of age, with a disturbed mind, the primary responsibility lay with her father.
She was just a child when the incident happened.
What could such a small child do?
Leaning against the wall of the room, Mingi didn’t know how long she had been there; she only knew she was safe.
The vibrant, colorful room was dazzlingly beautiful.
Amidst the onslaught of strong emotions, Mingi herself seed insignificant; no one would associate her current self with a vicious murder case.
Hugging her knees, keeping silent, maybe everything would pass eventually.
She closed her eyes, wanting to sleep in this colorful room, but she suddenly felt a draft of cool air.
That chill sensation was like a corpse clutching at her neck.
Her eyes snapped open and Mingi found the colorful walls around her were gone.
She was now in a dimly lit room.
Paper Money was scattered on the floor.
Not a single piece of furniture in the room was intact, and in the corner stood a dilapidated Spiritual Altar.
“What place is this?
Can the psychological support therapy helt also fabricate such a specific scene?”
Mingi stood up from the corner of the wall, looking around uneasily.
Everything here was too real.
“The helt can recreate a place from one’s mory, but I don’t recall ever being here in my mories.”
Mingi, who was wild and delirious in front of the police, still had a sense of disordered consciousness in this bizarre room.
She was smart; she feared this might be the police’s latest investigative technique.
Her fingers picked at the cracked wall plaster when suddenly she heard a soft noise from behind.
Turning around, she saw that the old security door of the living room was open when she hadn’t noticed.
The dark corridor had no light, and the ground was littered with pieces of broken mirror.
Each fragnt seed to reflect sothing.
“Is there soone else in the house?”
Looking into the dark, deep stairwell, Mingi backed away, her heartbeat starting to quicken, unease and fear slowly erging.
It was as if soone in the darkness was staring at her, and that terrifying feeling made her skin crawl.
A sudden coldness at her exposed ankles caused Mingi to recoil several steps.
The spot where she had just been had a thick layer of yellowed Paper Money.
“Is it bugs?”
Gathering her courage, Mingi reached out a finger to slowly push aside the Paper Money, revealing a face sared with bright red paint.
“Paper…
Paperman?”
Being stared at by the Paperman gave Mingi a very Abnormal feeling.
She always felt as if it was smiling at her!
Her chest felt stuffy, her heart pounded rapidly, and Mingi’s hands tried to grab onto sothing, anything to calm herself down.
Moving her feet, but Mingi found that no matter where she went, the Papern on the floor seed to be watching her, their eyeballs, paper faces, and brightly painted cheeks all deeply imprinting themselves in her Brain Sea.
She found herself in a corner without realizing it and suddenly heard a Cry coming from nearby!
She imdiately turned her head, but there was only a wall behind her.
“Is the crying coming from beyond the wall?
Is there a child?”
Mingi dared not leave the room.
She stepped on the Paper Money on the floor, inching towards the bedroom.
Creak…
The broken door was pushed open bit by bit.
Mingi looked into the bedroom: “Is anyone there?”
The empty bedroom had no one in it, yet the crying went on and on.
“Is anyone there?
Who’s in the house?” Mingi’s body wouldn’t stop trembling.
With no one in the bedroom or living room, could the crying be coming from within the walls?
Looking at the cracked walls, Mingi’s gaze slowly moved up.
When she saw the ceiling above her, she froze completely, then unspeakable terror exploded in her Brain Sea!
The ceiling of the room was full of children’s handprints!
The handprints were multiplying, moving, crawling towards her!
“Ah!”
She scread and ran out of the room.
The handprints had no intention of letting her go and kept chasing after her.
In blind panic, Mingi stumbled as she rushed upstairs, terror felt like an invisible pair of hands tightly gripping her neck, slowly tightening their grasp!
“Where is this?
Why am I here?”
The handprints behind her drew closer, and a huge shadow lood rapidly in the dark.
Mingi ran desperately.
Her eyes darted past each tightly shut door, her ears filled with all sorts of strange sounds: cries, laughter, chopping sounds, the noise of sothing chewing voraciously.
She called for help weakly, but no answer ca.
Stumbling and battered, scrapes started to appear on her arms and legs.
She tumbled and rolled down the dark corridor, panic dominating every nerve.
She didn’t dare stop, knocking on every door she passed, hoping to find a corner to hide in, hoping soone would co out to help her.
Laughter and cries of children appeared at the sa ti, and she suddenly felt a weight on her back.
Stiffly turning her neck, Mingi discovered that her back was crawling with children!
They had pale faces, both crying and laughing, grabbing Mingi’s hair, pulling at her skin, as if they wanted to burrow into her body!
“Crack!”
Stepping into empty space, Mingi tumbled down the stairs, her arm injured, her clean face sared with dust and blood.
After the fall, she noticed the thick blood stains on the staircase.
How long would it take for a place to accumulate so much blood?
Without an answer, Mingi scread and scrambled up, rushing upstairs like an animal.
“Is anyone there, save , please…”
Tears slid down her cheeks as she made it to the eighth floor, where she finally saw a door ajar.
The shape of the door seed vaguely familiar, but she didn’t think twice, rushing straight into the room.
Closing the thick security door as fast as she could, Mingi held onto the doorknob, her body still shaking uncontrollably.
The eerie sounds seed to be fading away, and Mingi leaned against the door, instinctively peering through the peephole.
Leaning forward, as her face pressed against the peephole, as she braced herself to look outside in terror, she found the peephole was filled with white.
Just as she thought the white was a stain, the whiteness in the peephole suddenly moved, and a black pupil rolled into view!
An eyeball of a living person was inside the peephole!
“Thud!”
Mingi fell backwards in fright, sitting on the floor, her brain not yet recovered from the shock when her hand touched sothing.
Turning her head, she saw pieces of a torn plush toy on the ground.
The brown fur felt prickly, and Mingi faintly felt it was familiar, but she couldn’t recall it at the mont.
Picking up the fur, as Mingi looked at the pieces of the plush toy, her gaze also fell on the living room.
“This place…”
A terrifying sense of familiarity erged, Mingi could hardly believe it—she had actually returned to “her own” ho!
She was familiar with every arrangent, but why were there four pairs of slippers in the shoe cabinet by the entrance?
Her eyes fixated on the extra pair of slippers in the cabinet, a na she couldn’t avoid in her mory surfaced in her mind.
“Ying Yue?”
Suddenly, there were running sounds inside the house, and Mingi quickly scrambled up from the floor, clutching her hair so hard that she almost ripped her scalp off.
“Impossible!”
The arrangent of the room was the sa as many years ago, just before Ying Yue died!
Scattered plush toy fragnts were all stained with blood.
Shaking, Mingi looked toward her own bedroom, where in the pink princess room, there were rag dolls scattered all over the floor, and in the middle of that pile sat a frail little girl!
She just sat there among the dolls, quietly watching the fish tank beside the bed.
Mingi had once thrown the corneal dissolving solution of Ying Yue’s parents into the fish tank, then filled the bottle that stored the solution with water from the fish tank—all acts she had once done, a secret that supposedly nobody but her and the deceased Ying Yue knew.
But why was everything reappearing at this mont?
Every nerve trembling, Mingi’s features distorted with sheer terror.
And it was at that mont, the little girl sitting among the dolls, quietly watching the fish tank, slowly turned her head.
Her pale face was childishly cute, but her eye sockets were just two dark hollow pits!
“Mingi…
I’ve waited for you for so long, you finally ca to play with …”
Hearing that familiar voice, Mingi’s heartbeat almost stopped, and she ran crazily toward the door, desperately twisting the handle, but no matter what she did, the door just wouldn’t open.
All the plush toys in the room began to move, eyes opened in every nook and cranny, including the wardrobe, bed, table, drawers, and so on.
Ying Yue sohow appeared in the living room, her two pitch-black eye holes staring dead at Mingi.
“Where are your dad and mom?
Doesn’t your whole family like to watch ?”
All the eyes of Pupil House opened, and screams of Mingi’s hysteria echoed through the room!
Half an hour later, the door to Ying Yue’s house was finally opened, with Han Fei standing quietly at the entrance.
There was no longer any sign of Mingi in the room, although it seed that a few more rag dolls had appeared.
The small Ying Yue still stood dazed in the living room until she lifted her head upon seeing Han Fei enter.
“Do you like the gift I gave you?”
Han Fei knelt in front of Ying Yue, looking at her with a touch of heartache: “I will always keep my promises to you.”
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