Turning his head to look again, the corner was perfectly clean, nothing was there.
Sang Yang’s heart pounded violently, not slowing down at all, feeling as if a powerful hand was tightly gripping it, slowly squeezing.
Sang Yang stared intently at the corner, motionless, maintaining this posture for several minutes until his door was pushed open from outside, breaking the frozen atmosphere.
Yuan Feifei walked in, wearing a set of sexy nightwear, moving with seductive allure.
The half of her face that was disfigured was hidden under her long hair, only revealing the rosy, tender half of her face, casting sly glances at Sang Yang from the side.
"Ah Yang, we haven’t..."
Sang Yang was in a low mood, the fine lines between his brows showed no sign of relaxing, and he criticized in a not-so-good tone, "Why are you wearing Ah Qiu’s clothes?"
Yuan Feifei’s shy face turned pale instantly, biting her lip in resentnt, "You bought it."
Sang Yang: "It was a gift for Ah Qiu... hurry and take it off, I told you not to touch her things, she will find out."
Yuan Feifei didn’t care, "She’ll just think she’s going crazy, or that she’s seen a ghost."
"In any case, put the clothes back now."
The jealousy in Yuan Feifei’s heart was about to reach her brain, but just as it was about to erupt, she rembered her mother’s admonishnts, and it forced her to swallow it back down.
Her face quickly shifted to a pitiable, dejected expression, rubbing the goosebumps on her arms, she softly pleaded, "Ah Yang, I’m scared."
"These past two days, I keep feeling uneasy, and can’t muster any energy...."
Yuan Feifei’s sowhat sincere words caught Sang Yang’s attention.
He paused, pursed his lips, and fell into a long contemplation, finally struggling to utter, "You also feel sothing’s off, right?"
What Yu Qiu had once said to him kept involuntarily resurfacing in his mind.
One might be deceived by their own senses, but if others feel it too, how do you explain it?
Even though his rational mind didn’t want to admit it, deep in his consciousness, without realizing it, Sang Yang began to harbor doubts.
"Aunt Yuan said she saw... I also saw earlier... hallucinations..." After hesitating, Sang Yang never uttered that word, only admitting that he also experienced hallucinations.
Yuan Feifei’s pupils constricted violently, her slightly open mouth froze in shock on the spot.
"This, this... Ah Yang, you’ve been too stressed lately, that’s why... there’s nothing like that in this world."
Sang Yang quietly said, "Earlier, I told Ah Qiu the sa thing."
As if venting the tension in his heart, Sang Yang’s words beca more disorganized and abundant, "Ah Qiu once told that sothing happened in this villa area... after a long ti before it restarted its sales..."
"This used to be a renowned area for the wealthy, now... just look at the neighbors, they’re neither rich nor poor, content with being just comfortably off, the real wealthy left here long ago."
Yuan Feifei feigned calmness, saying, "Don’t overthink it, when we bought this house, weren’t we vaguely aware of that, and that’s why we bought it?"
Sang Yang: "It’s just, I didn’t expect, there might be... truth in it..."
Yuan Feifei: "Sang Yang, I feel you’re not yourself anymore, is it really ntal stress?"
Saying that, Yuan Feifei giggled, "Then let relieve so of it for you."
Sang Yang: "..."
In the end, feeling chaotic, Sang Yang didn’t refuse.
On the dressing table, a vividly colored flower emitted a faint exotic fragrance that slowly diffused throughout the room.
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The next day, Aunt Yuan was startled by the two who woke up late.
Pointing at Sang Yang’s exhausted face, she exclaid, "What did you do last night, why do you look like..." a spent man.
As an elder, she felt embarrassed to say such things outright and could only hint by pointing at the bathroom, "Go take a look in the mirror."
Not only did Sang Yang have the look of soone drained by a female ghost, even Yuan Feifei herself seed more like an evil ghost, even ignoring the half-disfigured face.
Large dark circles, a sickly grayish face, and eyes filled with bloodshot lines.
"Feifei, what did you do last night, tell ." Aunt Yuan worriedly held her daughter’s hand.
Yuan Feifei felt her chest was heavy all night, as if pressed by a heavy stone, and when she woke up, her whole body ached as if falling apart.
"Nothing, I just slept in the sa room with Ah Yang last night."
There was nothing to hide, under the sa roof, there’s nothing to conceal in front of her own mother about what they did.
Aunt Yuan was worried, "Indeed, this house..."
She too was plagued with nightmares all night, waking several tis in fright.
As Sang Yang erged from the bathroom, he overheard Aunt Yuan’s words and his face turned grim imdiately.
"Stop speaking nonsense."
Sang Yang’s furious deanor startled both Yuan Feifei and her mother, and even Sang Yang didn’t expect himself to be so....
He felt as if his chest was continuously burning, agitated, wanting to shout, wanting to roar....
Aunt Yuan whispered to her daughter and Sang Yang, "How about I invite a master to take a look?"
Both Sang Yang and Yuan Feifei stayed silent, which itself was an acknowledgnt of the matter.
"The room slls so nice... what’s the scent?" Yuan Feifei suddenly asked.
Sang Yang listlessly replied, "It’s the flowers Ah Qiu planted, so have blood, and they sll quite fragrant."
Upon hearing this, Yuan Feifei nodded, the faint fragrance of a few days ago had beco more intense in recent days.
No matter which corner of the room one walked to, they could sll the dominating scent emanating from an unknown direction.
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Just as Su Li and Yuan Guowei boarded the return flight, a headline news was pushed to their phone.
[Yesterday, in a certain villa area, a murder tragedy occurred. A woman in her early twenties was brutally dismbered, and even more bizarrely, the murderer repeatedly insisted he didn’t kill anyone, continuously claiming he’d seen a ghost....]
The headline news included a pixelated photo of the murderer being escorted away.
The woman, collapsed on the ground, crying frantically, looked very familiar.
Su Li glanced at it, curled his lips in a smile, and calmly turned off the phone before the plane took off.
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"I want to see my wife, I didn’t kill anyone.... There’s a ghost in the villa, my wife knows it too."
"According to the diagnosis by the psychiatrist, this person is suffering from severe delusions... everything he says can be deduced as his personal fantasy. Besides the traces of the three people present, there was no one else in the villa, and the murder weapon had the killer’s fingerprints. Moreover, we uncovered other secretive matters that sufficiently prove the murderer had enough motive to kill...."
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