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Ziya and Severe Cold filled their stomachs halfway with a bottle of mineral water and some bread. Ziya wanted to tell Severe Cold about the visions she had just seen, but how could she make him believe her? To Severe Cold, it seemed like Ziya had just gotten off the vehicle moments ago—how could he possibly believe that she had experienced so much in such a short time?
Severe Cold was thinking about how to get Child's Corpse buried alongside his parents in their Tomb, while Ziya kept recalling the surreal scenes she had witnessed earlier. The child's innocent voice still echoed in her ears.
Wherever Ziya went, she would remember those visions. She methodically placed Li Darwen and the people she had just seen in the various places they had once appeared. This made her heart feel an inexplicable chill, as if every hair on her body stood on end. She felt an overwhelming heaviness, all stemming from the visions she had seen, which led to these uncontrollable imaginings.
Of course, Severe Cold was completely unaware of this. Was he scared? How could he not be? But at that moment, his mind was filled with thoughts of Ziya, focused on protecting her safety, leaving little room for personal concerns.
The two walked silently up the stairs to the second floor. Ziya felt as if there was a presence somewhere nearby, but it felt ethereal, all due to the visions she had seen earlier that fueled her imagination.
As they entered the Baby Room, the door creaked open, revealing a half-sized Child's Corpse lying on the bed. Ziya sniffed; this was her usual response when nervous. When anxious, her nose would run, as if her body’s pores naturally expelled a large amount of acidic liquid—what one might call cold sweat.
Severe Cold cleared his throat softly, signaling Ziya not to approach the bed and to let him handle wrapping the child alone. The air in the bedroom seemed to carry a faint scent of decay, reminiscent of dead pigs or dogs soaked for too long by the riverbank. This odor made him feel nauseous; his stomach churned as a wave of oppressive energy surged up from his esophagus, causing him to burp repeatedly.
The child's body was not as soft as it had been yesterday. As Severe Cold lifted the blanket covering the child, he found that it seemed stuck to the corpse and wouldn’t come off easily. Upon closer inspection, he noticed some areas of the body were oozing a faint yellow liquid. This indicated that after leaving Silt, the corpse naturally secreted moisture that had been trapped inside for a long time; this moisture seeped out through the skin’s pores and formed a sticky residue on the blanket.
Ziya couldn’t bear to look directly at the child. Occasionally, when she glanced inadvertently at its ear, she could hear echoes of its laughter—a closed-off imagination that felt like a root of fear growing within her heart, leaving her helpless and unsure how to escape it. Just as Ziya furrowed her brow in contemplation, Severe Cold rolled up his sleeves and prepared to wrap the child's body in Oilcloth. For some reason, seeing this action stirred an inexplicable irritation within Ziya.
“Wait... we need to reconsider,” Ziya said softly, her mind racing with disbelief—was it wrong to bury the child with its parents?
“Reconsider?” Severe Cold looked at Ziya in confusion. He thought they couldn’t leave this corpse here for too long; he had caught a whiff of its foul odor while wrapping it earlier. He feared that if they left it out too long, it would begin to rot. The reason why it had remained so well-preserved in Silt was due to specific conditions—wouldn’t leaving it exposed lead to flies and maggots?
“Um... did you really see that Bathing White was empty underneath? Or is there something beneath those tiles we didn’t notice? I want to take another look at that Pit before we bury the child,” Ziya said, recalling her earlier vision. If she wasn’t mistaken, there must be something wrong beneath Bathing White. As she voiced her thoughts, she felt an immediate sense of relief wash over her.
"Why did you think to ask this?" Severe Cold was momentarily puzzled by what Ziya was thinking. However, since she brought it up, there must be a reason behind it. Remembering the events at the Riverbank, if it weren't for Ziya's insistence that the child was somewhere in the Silt, they would still be unaware that the dead child was indeed in the Silt.
"Uh... let's go take a look! I can't really explain why, but I just want to see," Ziya said, biting her lip, unsure if her decision was correct.
"Okay then!" Severe Cold wrapped the child in Oilcloth again to prevent anything from crawling on it.
Due to his previous experience, Severe Cold made sure everything was prepared before taking action this time. He brought Rebar and a crowbar from the toolbox and entered the bathroom with Ziya following closely behind.
Ziya walked behind Severe Cold, her gaze sweeping over the half-turned Bathing White. It reminded her of Wanru's bloodied face. "Uh..." The thought of blood made Ziya gag.
"Are you feeling unwell? Maybe you should wait outside," Severe Cold said nervously as he looked at Ziya.
"Um... I'm fine... I'll be okay in a bit," Ziya shook her head and tried to focus on the ventilation window in the bathroom. Just one glance at it made her eyes catch on a black ribbon hanging there.
"Ugh, no, I saw it," Severe Cold said, following Ziya's gaze and seeing the hair dangling from the ventilation window. He reassured Ziya that everything was fine and stepped forward to reach for the hair. It looked exactly like what he had seen last time.
Ziya's face paled at the sight of the hair; she couldn't bear to look. This hair resembled the strands that had fallen from Zhen's thick braid. Was that Long-Haired Woman in the photo Zhen? Did Wanru's sister, Wan Yu, not have a photo album?
Severe Cold tossed the hair to the ground and prepared his tools. He placed the Rebar under Bathing White and created a space beneath it for the iron rod to move freely, allowing him to slightly lift Bathing White and expose the Pit completely.
Ziya suppressed her inner fear as she steadied Bathing White to prevent it from tilting. After numerous attempts to lift it, Bathing White finally rested flat on the ground. The square Pit appeared before Ziya and Severe Cold.
Severe Cold struck the bottom of the Pit with a hammer, but it produced an empty echo. Was there something hidden beneath these tiles?
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