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Ziya flailed her arms wildly, desperately trying to push away the woman in black who was pressing down on her. The pressure felt like it was suffocating her... "Ah, ah, ah..." To Ziya, it seemed she was screaming with all her might, but to the outside world, it came out as mere murmurs from her throat.
The grotesque, decaying face of the woman in black was pressed tightly against Ziya's own, and she could even feel the sticky liquid dripping from the woman's face onto hers. "No...!" Ziya finally mustered all her strength to scream.
Downstairs, Severe Cold sensed something was wrong. He had a nagging feeling that there was movement in Ziya's room. Unable to sleep, he sat up and played on his phone. When he suddenly heard Ziya cry out in distress, he quickly took three steps at a time to her bedroom, only to find the door ajar. After hesitating for a moment, he stepped inside and saw Ziya thrashing about on the bed, screaming wildly... yet there was nothing on the bed.
"Ziya... wake up." Severe Cold gently patted Ziya's hair, careful not to raise his voice. There was a saying in their town that someone trapped in a nightmare shouldn't be shouted at loudly, or it might scare them to death.
Seeing that he couldn't wake Ziya with his voice, Severe Cold hurriedly splashed a few drops of cold water from his cup onto her face. Startled by the cold water, Ziya suddenly awoke, drenched in sweat... She looked around frantically... Her heart raced as if it would leap out of her chest.
Severe Cold brought her a towel from the bathroom and wiped the sweat off her face. Ziya gazed at him with confusion, feeling too weak to speak...
"Your clothes are wet; you need to change or you'll worsen your cold." Severe Cold handed her some of her own clothes and then turned to leave...
"No..." Ziya exclaimed instinctively but froze again. He was a man; how could she change clothes with him still in the room? Was it really like those novels described...? Embarrassed, Ziya quickly shook her head to indicate she was fine. She watched as Severe Cold stepped out and closed the door behind him while she anxiously scanned the room. The pair of bloodshot eyes seemed to linger before her; those claw-like hands felt as if they were still choking her neck... The soft down comforter felt like the woman in black's clothing... In the end, Ziya gave up on changing clothes.
"Severe Cold..." she called weakly. The door opened immediately; Severe Cold had not gone far and was waiting outside for her to change.
"Are you done?" Severe Cold asked with concern but noticed that the clean clothes were still clutched in Ziya's hands. He frowned slightly and walked over to the window sill, puzzled by the open curtains. He remembered that when he had left earlier, the curtains were drawn tight and the window closed—when had they been opened?
"Ziya, you got up earlier, didn't you?" He pulled the curtains shut again and turned back to ask her.
"No..." Ziya seemed very cold, shaking her head like a rattle drum.
"Strange..." Severe Cold muttered thoughtfully as he unconsciously reached for a cigarette. With a click of his lighter, a wisp of blue smoke rose into the air.
"Cough, cough, cough..." The smoke drifted above Ziya's head, and she suddenly began to cough violently.
Lost in thought, Severe Cold was jolted awake by Ziya's coughing. He hurried outside, extinguished the cigarette, and tossed it into the trash can. "I'm sorry, I forgot for a moment...," he said, his face filled with guilt, unsure how to express his remorse.
"Cough, cough... It's fine. You can smoke outside. I had bronchitis once when I was a child due to a severe cold, but I got over it. It's nothing serious," Ziya reassured him in an understanding tone.
"Uh, did you just have a nightmare? Or did you see something?"
"It wasn't a nightmare. I saw the woman from that CD... She was on my bed... crawling on me..." Ziya's voice grew softer, filled with fear or something else. As she spoke, her eyes darted around, reflecting sheer terror.
Severe Cold pressed his lips together tightly, looking at the frightened Ziya. He felt anxious and didn't know how to help her relax.
"Listen to me, really listen. Don't think about anything else right now, okay?" Severe Cold sat at the edge of the bed, his handsome face set with determination as he focused intently on Ziya.
"Mm..." Ziya nodded in response.
"There are no ghosts here; everything has a reason. I'm here to find out what that reason is. You need to be strong and cooperate with me, understand?"
"Mm."
"You need to change your clothes; if you don't, you'll catch a cold. If you're too scared to change... I can help," Severe Cold said with a teasing smile and a hint of humor.
"Uh... I want some water. Can you check downstairs for some ice or something? I want that cool water," Ziya sighed and managed a faint smile.
"Are you sure you're okay? Really let me go downstairs?" Severe Cold asked as he stepped out of the bedroom. At the door, he turned back with concern and asked again, "You're really okay?"
"Don't worry, go ahead!" Ziya's face flushed, a sweet sensation seeping into her heart. The long-lost feeling of being cared for made her feel that happiness was right before her eyes.
Severe Cold rushed downstairs, flinging open the refrigerator... His eyelids twitched in shock as he saw the curled-up body of a Black Cat in one corner of the fridge. A chill ran down his spine as he muttered under his breath, "Damn it..."
He pulled out the Black Cat's body, exhaling heavily in frustration. He hurried back upstairs, worried that Ziya might not want to deal with the dead cat for now. As he entered the room and saw Ziya was fine, a weight lifted off his chest, masking the tremor of shock from seeing the Dead Cat just moments ago.
"Drink slowly... don't choke," Severe Cold gently reminded her. Yet, he couldn't help but wonder who had put the dead Black Cat in the fridge and when it had happened. He hadn't heard a sound while sleeping downstairs.
"What are you thinking about?" Ziya asked, placing her cup on the bedside table and noticing Severe Cold seemed lost in thought.
"Nothing... nothing at all. Want more to drink?"
"No thanks, it's getting late. You should go to sleep!" Ziya said playfully tugging at the blanket and resting her head down, pretending to get ready for bed.
"Then... if you need anything later, just call out loudly. I can hear you from downstairs." Severe Cold turned off the bedroom light, stepped out of the room, and lingered for a few seconds at the half-open door, feeling anxious as he went back downstairs.
Once downstairs, Severe Cold carefully examined the dead Black Cat's body and couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of it all—a proper detective spending his time inspecting a dead cat out of boredom.
After Severe Cold left, Ziya didn't fall asleep immediately. His words made sense; besides, she had experienced countless supernatural events before that turned out to be human-made. But who could be behind these terrifying incidents here? It couldn't be...
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