Book Synopsis
Book Tags
Donation Rankings
Comment
0 Comments
You May Also Like
墨書 Inktalez
Gravekeeper
As soon as I heard Zhang Yuru, I immediately replied, "Okay, I'm on my way. You hide well and don't make a sound." With that, I grabbed my bag without changing clothes, still wearing my shorts, and ran toward the hotel.
The hotel was just a few hundred meters from my café. I dashed over, nodded at the receptionist, and headed straight for the second floor. The receptionist knew me well enough not to stop me.
When I reached the door of the room, I gently knocked.
Creak.
The door opened quickly.
Inside the room was very dark, but with the help of the motion-sensor light in the hallway, I saw Zhang Yuru standing at the door with a pale face. She was wearing a loose white nightgown, and underneath it, she had nothing on—she was completely bare.
I glanced at her and quickly looked away, whispering, "What happened?"
Zhang Yuru grabbed my arm; her hand trembled as she whispered, "There's a ghost on Fan. It scared me to death."
"Let's take a look." I walked into the room with Zhang Yuru and closed the door behind us.
Seeing that Zhang Yuru was okay put me at ease. As for a ghost, I didn't take it seriously; I'm not afraid of ordinary ghosts anymore.
Once inside the room, I took a quick look around but didn't sense any eerie Ghostly Energy. Confused, I asked, "Where did you see it?"
"It was in the bedroom, on Fan," Zhang Yuru pointed to an adjoining bedroom inside.
I walked toward the partition, and Zhang Yuru grabbed my arm, clearly terrified and following closely behind me.
I entered the bedroom and looked around; everything seemed normal. I pressed the switch on the wall, and with a thud, the lights in the room came on.
The bedroom was warm. On the large bed lay Lin Fan, covered with a thin blanket, asleep. However, her forehead was drenched in sweat, and I couldn't tell what was going on.
I glanced around again before turning back to Zhang Yuru. "Where's the ghost?"
Zhang Yuru pointed at Lin Fan and whispered, "When I called you, I distinctly saw a shadow hovering over Lin Fan! I definitely didn't imagine it. And the key thing is that Lin Fan was making some low, painful growls at that time; it scared me to death! Now it's gone."
I walked over to the edge of the bed and looked at Lin Fan. After a moment of thought, I said, "Wake her up."
Zhang Yuru sighed in relief and approached the bed, bending down to call out to Lin Fan. It seemed this woman preferred to sleep without clothes.
I watched Zhang Yuru for a moment, feeling somewhat speechless, then turned away to pretend to examine other parts of the hotel room.
"Lin Fan! Lin Fan!" Zhang Yuru shook Lin Fan gently.
Slowly, Lin Fan began to wake up, looking dazed as she glanced at me and Zhang Yuru.
Zhang Yuru was visibly shaken; she wrapped her arms around Lin Fan's neck. "Fan, are you okay?"
Lin Fan gasped for breath, her face pale. She spoke hesitantly, "I... I think I was just visited by a ghost again. What’s going on? I’ve already taken leave and left the dormitory; how could this still happen?"
"Fan, it's okay. It seems... it really feels like something is pressing down on you. It's fine, Song Fei is an expert in this area; he will definitely be able to help you, right, Song Fei?"
I cleared my throat and said, "Yes, well, Lin Fan, what exactly is going on? It looks like your situation is a bit troublesome."
Lin Fan shook her head. She glanced at me and then at Zhang Yuru.
Zhang Yuru immediately understood what Lin Fan was thinking. She hurriedly said, "Lin Fan, you need to trust Song Fei. He’s really amazing. If you have anything to say, just say it."
I added, "Yes, what specifically happened? Tell me in detail; both Zhang Yuru and I will help you."
Lin Fan nodded. She leaned back against the bed, fell silent for two seconds, and then said, "I don't know what's going on either. For more than a month now, every night when I sleep, I feel like something is pressing down on me. At that moment, I can't wake up or struggle at all."
Zhang Yuru and I were both taken aback.
I suddenly realized that Lin Fan might be encountering something sinister. "Does this happen every night? What happened over a month ago? Or did you go somewhere unclean?"
Lin Fan thought for a moment and shook her head. "Nothing unusual happened. Let me think... The first time I felt the pressure was about a month and a half ago when I participated in a raid with our police department's Public Security Team. We confiscated a batch of ivory products and arrested more than ten people. That operation was very successful; we even celebrated a bit when we got back to the station. I had some drinks, and then my colleagues took me back to the dormitory. I fell asleep quickly, and that was when I first felt the pressure. Since then, I've felt it almost every night."
I listened quietly; there didn't seem to be anything particularly special about her story. I looked at Zhang Yuru and asked, "Zhang Yuru, did you see any shadows?"
"Yes! I definitely saw them! Last time I thought it was just my imagination, but tonight I saw it clearly. That thing was lying on top of Fan; it wasn't big but felt like a mass of shadows," Zhang Yuru nodded firmly.
Lin Fan's face turned pale.
I thought for a moment and said, "Lin Fan, don't feel embarrassed. It seems like you've been haunted by some pervert, and he might be hiding in one of your belongings, following you from your dormitory to here. Did you... did you have any special feelings in your dreams?"
"Huh?" Lin Fan looked at me, stunned.
Zhang Yuru also reached out and tapped me, "Song Fei, what are you asking?"
"I'm not asking randomly; I'm just trying to confirm if it's really a pervert," I replied.
Lin Fan's face turned red as she shook her head. "No, no. To be honest, that feeling is different. It's not the same as with men—um, very different. I don't know how to describe it... ugh..."
Suddenly, Lin Fan started gagging and rushed toward the bathroom.
Zhang Yuru and I didn't think much of it; we assumed Lin Fan was just scared.
As Lin Fan entered the bathroom, Zhang Yuru looked at me and said, "Song Fei, this is really a bit scary. You have to help Lin Fan."
I nodded. While I was looking directly at Zhang Yuru, I could almost see through her nightgown, and as I stared, some inappropriate thoughts began to creep into my mind.
At first, Zhang Yuru didn't notice and was still quite frightened. But later on, when she saw my expression and then looked down at her nightgown, she suddenly exclaimed, "Ah!" She picked up a pillow and threw it at my head. "You pervert!"
Lin Fan hurriedly ran over. "What's wrong? What's wrong?"
I awkwardly lowered my head to cover myself and muttered, "I always thought you were flat-chested; turns out I was wrong."
"Jerk!" Zhang Yuru pulled the blanket over my head.
After all the commotion, Lin Fan seemed to have lost most of her embarrassment.
Zhang Yuru changed into a thick pajama set, and the three of us sat on the sofa in the hotel room. I thought for a moment and said, "How about this? Let's find out what that ghost is all about first. I'll sleep here tonight, and if anything happens, Zhang Yuru, just wake me up."
"Okay," Zhang Yuru agreed.
Zhang Yuru and Lin Fan went to the adjoining bedroom while I settled down on the sofa. It was made of leather and quite uncomfortable, but since it was only for half the night, I could manage.
The latter half of the night passed peacefully without any disturbances. I noticed that Lin Fan didn't seem to have much trouble sleeping; even though she was haunted by ghosts every night, she still managed to get a decent amount of rest.
When I woke up the next morning, Lin Fan looked unwell and somewhat sickly.
The three of us yawned as we left the hotel. Just as we entered the café, we spotted Chi Xiang approaching with a bag of steamed buns. Upon seeing the three of us together coming from the hotel, Chi Xiang's mouth dropped open. He slapped my chest playfully and exclaimed, "Wow, Song Fei! You're quite the romantic! Already sharing a bed so soon!"
I kicked Chi Xiang lightly and then walked into the café.
As for Lin Fan's situation, to be honest, I didn't think much of it because I believed it was just a matter of being harassed by a perverted ghost. Tonight, that ghost would definitely show up again, and I could just deal with it then.
Now that the talismans I ordered on WeChat had arrived, I wasn't worried at all—even if there were ten perverts, I wouldn't bat an eye.
Lin Fan seemed to be in a good mood today; perhaps she felt more confident in me. She relaxed a bit; although she still looked sickly, her overall spirit seemed much better.
By evening, I checked into a hotel with my Peach Wood Sword and a backpack. After all, it seemed that the pervert hadn’t shown up since we were at the café. To be honest, the suite in this hotel was quite nice; even the sofa was genuine leather. However, sleeping on such a sofa was really uncomfortable.
In the bedroom, after watching a bit of K-Drama, the two women decided to rest. At first, Zhang Yuru and Lin Fan were sharing a bed, but around midnight, a figure walked over from the bedroom.
I hadn’t fallen asleep yet and opened my eyes to see it was Zhang Yuru.
“Song Fei, let’s… switch places,” Zhang Yuru said as she squatted by my head. She was wearing clothes under her pajamas.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“I’m scared. I think that thing will definitely come back. You should sleep next to Lin Fan,” she replied.
I chuckled. “Aren’t you afraid I might do something to your best friend?”
Zhang Yuru gave my head a light smack. “If you had the guts to do that, I’d admire you. I’ve been living with you for so long and haven’t seen you make a move on me. Lin Fan doesn’t even compare to me in looks or figure; why would you go for her?”
“...You’re quite narcissistic. At least her measurements are bigger than yours,” I said as I got up.
Zhang Yuru reached out and pinched my neck. “Nonsense! You’ve never seen her; how would you know?”
“I saw yours last time,” I replied.
“But you’ve never seen Lin Fan’s,” Zhang Yuru shot back, giving me a playful slap.
I hurriedly grabbed the Peach Wood Sword and ran towards the bedroom; I couldn't delay any longer, or things would get out of hand.
As I entered the bedroom, Lin Fan was already asleep. It seemed that this woman had no trouble sleeping at all. So why did she still look so unwell? Could it be that her energy had vanished after being pressed down by a ghost?
I lay on one side of the bed, watching Lin Fan sleep soundly, and found it amusing. I never expected my luck with women to be so good that I could have one lying beside me while I slept.
Lost in thought, I soon drifted off to sleep...
I don't know when it happened, but I suddenly felt an eerie chill enveloping me. I jolted awake.
The bedroom was dimly lit, and in the faint moonlight, I saw a dark figure crouched on Lin Fan's stomach.
The shadow was small, resembling a fetus, curled up on Lin Fan's belly...
Comment 0 Comment Count