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Night quietly descended, and the residents of the villa area strolled about in small groups. At this moment, the neighborhood began to show a hint of vibrant life. Through the window, Ziya pulled back the curtains, a faint smile gracing her face.
The insects in the grass chirped softly, and no matter how far spring had advanced, the cold wind remained chilly. Severe Cold carefully checked the position of the cameras before going to bed, while Ziya planned to wait until he left before closing the door and sleeping.
"Don't be like that; let me stay here with you! Don't worry, I will abide by the laws of the People's Republic of China. I won't do anything until the day you become a bride... Understand, girl?"
Ziya's face flushed instantly, secretly thinking that if something were to happen in the middle of the night, she would be scared to death. Resolute in his decision, Severe Cold spread a thick blanket on the bed and took out a comforter from the wardrobe. The two of them shared a tacit understanding and fell asleep without exchanging words.
The clock ticked slowly, but Ziya couldn't fall asleep no matter what. She wanted to turn over but feared making too much noise and waking Severe Cold. Not turning over only made her feel uncomfortable.
After tossing and turning several times, Ziya finally drifted off to sleep...
In the dark of night, Night Mist thickened gradually. Apart from a few flickering lights from the Guard Room, the villa area was quiet, with only an occasional car roaring past on the road outside, heavily laden.
The streetlights cast shadows on the branches, creating a play of light and darkness. The road was silent except for one or two small animals like mice scurrying about in the bustling city, their nimble paws and long antennae searching for edible scraps near trash bins and shop steps.
The cold wind swept up fallen leaves and crumpled paper from the road, quietly whisking them away. It was indeed late at night; some people were working overtime or had grown accustomed to nightlife, hurrying home as their shadows stretched under the streetlights.
Severe Cold felt drowsy; although he had entered a dream, his mind was preoccupied with one thing. At even the slightest sound, he would nervously open his eyes and scan his surroundings warily.
Once or twice, minor noises—perhaps caused by air currents—kept Severe Cold on edge.
He didn't know how many times he had opened his eyes; in his consciousness, the door was always closed. But this time when he opened his eyes, that door creaked open...
Severe Cold sprang up, rushing toward the door without even putting on his shoes. The dim light from the streetlamp filtering through the curtains allowed his night-owl eyes to clearly see the door gently swaying open.
If something were really there, it wouldn't have run far, he thought. The skills he had honed during training were now fully unleashed as he spotted a hunched black shadow moving strangely within the room.
Is it a ghost? Severe Cold, a man of iron will, felt his hair stand on end in the eerie atmosphere and his own imagination. His sharp mind didn't let him dwell on it for long; like lightning, he moved swiftly and lightly as a snow leopard, managing to grab hold of the black figure before him.
Ziya was jolted awake by a series of thuds and scuffling sounds, accompanied by a voice that only a woman could make—a delicate whimper. Nervously, she scrambled up and pressed the light on her bedside table. While shouting for Severe Cold, she rushed out of her room and down the stairs.
Ziya couldn't see what was in the living room but heard low, rolling breaths. She quickly turned on the main light in the living room, revealing a terrifying figure in black clothing with a grotesque face grappling with Severe Cold.
"Ah... ah..." Ziya's terrified scream pierced the stillness of the night, echoing throughout the villa.
Stimulated by Ziya's scream, Severe Cold became even more determined to subdue this ghost. He yanked at its hair, pulling away the disheveled locks from the figure's head. The realistic mask and wig worn by the female ghost were torn off, revealing her true identity under the bright incandescent lights of the living room.
"Duan Xiuying..." Ziya suddenly recognized her as the woman rumored to have developed schizophrenia after the incident at Daily News Building.
Severe Cold pulled Duan Xiuying up from the floor and immediately took out his phone to call for help...
So this person is Duan Xiuying; Ziya's doubts should be resolved now! What she didn't expect was that Duan Xiuying's testimony would reveal an unexpected truth for both her and Severe Cold.
The person who had picked Ziya up from the station had always been Duan Xiuying. But what about Sun Meng? When Ziya and Severe Cold, with assistance from 911, found Sun Meng barely clinging to life in the villa's basement, tears blurred Ziya's vision.
Duan Xiuying had spent a lonely year half-mad and half-crazy; her husband had completely lost hope and divorced her due to her betrayal. After long-term treatment with medication, Duan Xiuying's condition improved significantly. As the saying goes, once healed from wounds, one forgets the pain. However, instead of thinking about how to live well for the rest of her life after recovery, she was plotting revenge against those related to her only family member—her sister-in-law Li Mingxiang—whom she had lost.
Ziya recalled how Qin Nannan had once cut through a plant's leaves, causing her to inhale the toxic sap and experience hallucinations while crossing the street, which indirectly led to Qin Nannan's tragic demise under the wheels of a car. But why didn't Qin Nannan experience hallucinations herself? It was because her physical constitution was superior to Ziya's in every aspect, making her resistance naturally stronger.
Ziya passed her question on to Liang Chao, who then relayed it to a friend working at the police station. This inquiry immediately raised alarms at the police bureau, prompting them to examine the body from the morgue, where they indeed discovered something amiss.
Ziya and Sun Meng collaborated with the police to unravel the mystery of the haunting at the Daily News Building. This made Duan Xiuying, one of those involved, view both of them as thorns in her side. After careful planning, she learned about Sun Meng's family situation and registered her for a job search in D City under her own name.
The plan proceeded as scheduled. Sun Meng arrived, and the lady of the house took a liking to her, treating her like her own daughter. Duan Xiuying also diligently attended driving school and studied nursing knowledge, seizing every opportunity to mimic Sun Meng's every move.
Sun Meng had never seen Duan Xiuying, while Duan Xiuying appeared at Ms. Tan's house under the guise of a charity event and was warmly welcomed. As time went on, Duan Xiuying became thoroughly familiar with the villa's layout and began executing her plan.
Taking advantage of Ms. Tan's illness, Duan Xiuying entered the villa, incapacitated Sun Meng, and bound her in the basement. She donned a realistic mask to impersonate Sun Meng and was soon seen at the station waiting for Ziya.
The accidental switch of Ziya's suitcase unexpectedly facilitated Duan Xiuying's plan even further. She arranged instant noodles and cake that were infested with bugs and tampered with clothes in the wardrobe.
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