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Twin Fetus
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On the day my mother gave birth, my father died unexpectedly, and my twin brother took his first breath only to lose it immediately. My grandparents claimed that both my mother and I were harbingers of misfortune, so I was raised by my maternal grandparents.
When I turned twelve, my grandfather, on his deathbed, handed me a hand-held puppet and said it represented my brother, Sibei Can. He told me that we were Twin Brothers, and even though we were separated by life and death, we must protect each other. From that day on, I carried a satchel with me everywhere, keeping my brother inside. I could feel the presence of the Younger Brother of the Netherworld emanating from the puppet.
One day at the entrance of the university campus, I encountered a man and a woman arguing in the street. The woman was named Hong Qianqian.
"Brother Bo, you have to believe me; I really didn’t cheat," she pleaded.
"You come to me with a big belly and expect me to believe you didn’t cheat? How long has it been since I last visited you?" he retorted.
"Even though you haven’t come to see me in a while, this child is definitely yours," she insisted.
"How can you be sure it's his child?" I interjected. The two of them seemed to be putting on a melodramatic show for anyone who would listen.
Upon hearing my voice, Hong Qianqian's expression changed instantly. "Then who else could it be?"
"Go get checked at the hospital first. If you can bring back an ultrasound report, then go find him," I suggested.
The next day, Hong Qianqian somehow found me in a crowded area, holding an ultrasound report and handing it to me.
"You were right; I'm not pregnant. But my belly keeps getting bigger."
"What does that have to do with me? Why are you giving me this report?" I replied, feeling the curious stares of my classmates around us. It seemed like there was no way for me to clear my name now.
"The gynecological ultrasound report shows that the thickness of the uterine lining is..." My classmate He Xiaoyan leaned in as if worried that others wouldn’t know what kind of report this was and read each word aloud.
"Si Xianxi, you're impressive," He Xiaoyan gave me a thumbs-up.
I grabbed He Xiaoyan and took Hong Qianqian back to my grandfather's family shop.
"Call your so-called Brother Bo over here."
"Where have you been recently?" I asked Hong Qianqian.
"I've mostly been at school, but I went to Tang Village last weekend. I stayed in a pretty crowded guesthouse, and it left a strong impression on me because it was fully booked. I got the last room at the end of the corridor."
"I was planning to go back again; that room seemed like a suite, but it was cheaper than a regular double room, and the price has stayed the same."
"A suite is cheaper than a regular room? Girl, you should be more careful..."
I did a divination and confirmed that Hong Qianqian's increasingly noticeable belly was connected to that last room at the end of the corridor.
He Xiaoyan followed me to Tang Village, a settlement surrounded by mountains on three sides and water on one. The economy isn't very developed, but in recent years, there has been a focus on tourism.
The guesthouse Hong Qianqian mentioned is called Wan Feng Residence. Before coming here, I had researched this place and found out that a few years ago, before Tang Village's tourism took off, there had been a tragic incident involving a woman.
According to historical media reports, a man had an affair with his mistress at this guesthouse while his wife was pregnant. When the wife found out, she went to confront them alone, her belly swollen with child. During the ensuing struggle, she crashed into a floor-length mirror and fell to the ground after being pushed by the couple.
The shards of glass pierced her back and shoulders, and her water broke, causing her to bleed uncontrollably. In a panic, the couple stabbed her several more times, believing she was dead before hastily gathering their things and fleeing.
The wife regained consciousness covered in blood and crawled out of the room to call for help in the corridor. However, there were only a few guests that day, and none dared to open their doors for fear of trouble.
When the police arrived after being alerted by the owner, they found horrifying blood trails dragging across the corridor floor for several meters. The wife lay there with wide-open eyes, having breathed her last.
One corpse, two lives lost—she died with her eyes open.
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