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But Little Curly Hair clearly said it was fine...
Oh right! Little Curly Hair!
I quickly took out my phone and sent a WeChat message to Little Curly Hair: "Does the talisman you gave me really work?"
Little Curly Hair didn't reply.
I held my phone, feeling anxious.
Although Little Curly Hair seemed a bit eccentric, he must have some real skills.
After all, I witnessed the things he did in the villa with my own eyes.
Moreover, he claimed he was doing good deeds to accumulate virtue. While that reason sounded ridiculous, upon closer thought, it didn't seem like he had any need to lie to me.
But if that talisman really worked, why could I still see these filthy things?
Could it be because I didn't wear the talisman properly when I left the villa?
The next day, I was awakened by Cheng Fei's phone call.
"Song Song, listen to me, you absolutely cannot participate in that Live Streaming!"
On the phone, Cheng Fei's voice was urgent and terrified, as if something terrible had happened.
I was confused by his words: "What’s wrong?"
"You can't go to that Live Streaming!"
"Why can't I go?"
"I..." Cheng Fei hesitated for a long time, finally seeming to make up his mind, "Anyway, you just can't go! If you're worried about breaking the contract, I'll cover the penalty!"
I chuckled: "It's not about the penalty. Cheng Fei, what on earth happened? Please tell me clearly."
Cheng Fei hesitated for a moment: "You know about that Little Streamer who participated in the previous Live Streaming, right?"
I nodded: "Yeah, what about him?"
"He died."
I was startled. "Dead? How did he die?"
"In the mental hospital, he committed suicide."
"Suicide?"
"Yes. I heard that he strangled himself. The doctors and nurses tried to stop him, but they couldn't. In the end, he just kept choking himself until he suffocated."
As I listened to Cheng Fei's words, an image involuntarily surfaced in my mind, sending a chill down my spine.
"But what does this have to do with whether I participate in the Live Streaming or not?"
"Of course it matters!" Cheng Fei's voice grew more anxious. "He only became like that after participating in that Live Streaming!"
I frowned, feeling a bit uneasy. "Are you saying…"
"That Live Streaming definitely has problems! Song Song, listen to my advice, you absolutely cannot go! If something happens to you, I…"
Cheng Fei suddenly stopped, not finishing the thought.
I pressed on, "What about you?"
"I... I would feel guilty."
I smiled lightly. "Don't worry, I won't go. But there's something I want to ask you. When did that Little Streamer die?"
"Let me think..." Cheng Fei pondered for a moment. "It should have been Monday night. The police have already been to the hospital, but the hospital is worried about the negative impact and won't let anyone speak about it. I heard it from someone else."
"Monday night…"
I repeated it and suddenly remembered something.
When Brother Xi found me, it was exactly Tuesday.
This meant he came to me right after the Little Streamer died.
There must be a connection between the two events.
Just as I was about to ask Cheng Fei more questions, I looked up and suddenly noticed something new on the wall.
A picture frame.
Inside the frame, a little girl in a princess dress is smiling at me with a gloomy expression.
My heart skips a beat.
This picture frame is exactly the same as the one from last night!
The only difference is that there are more cracks on the glass, and the girl in the photo looks as if she has been scratched.
"Song Song, are you listening?"
On the other end of the phone, Cheng Fei is still calling for me.
"Yes, I'm here."
"Don't go to that live streaming event, okay?"
"Yeah, I know."
"If something happens to you, I... I will feel guilty for the rest of my life."
I chuckle and don't take Cheng Fei's words to heart.
"By the way, do you know the address of the mental hospital?"
"Mental hospital? Why are you asking about that?"
"I need to confirm something."
"Alright, I'll tell you."
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