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I rode a shared bicycle, filled with anger, to Liu Jinxie's house.
Liu Jinxie is an operator on our platform. Although he doesn't manage any major hosts, he enjoys a high salary and lives quite comfortably.
He bought a two-story villa in the suburbs. The yard isn't large, but the landscaping is well done, and the sunlight is bright.
Thinking of this made me even angrier.
He indulges in luxury while my dad lies seriously ill in bed.
Why should that be?
I parked the bike at the entrance and walked into the yard, pushing open the gate.
The yard was overgrown with weeds, looking quite desolate.
I crossed the yard and approached the front door, trying to push it open.
It wasn't locked.
"Liu Jinxie?"
I called out, but no one responded from inside.
The first floor had a large living room; aside from a sofa and a coffee table, there was hardly any furniture.
I took a quick look around the house and found no one on the first floor.
However, I heard faint sounds of movement coming from upstairs.
I held my breath and carefully climbed the stairs.
As soon as I reached the second floor, a chill hit me.
Even though it was early summer, the house felt as cold as an ice cellar.
I shivered and continued to search for the source of the sound.
The noise came from the bathroom.
As I approached, a strong metallic smell of blood hit me.
Looking down, I was shocked to see blood seeping out from under the door!
I jumped back instinctively.
At that moment, the sound in the bathroom stopped.
I hesitated, unsure whether I should go in.
Just then, the door opened.
Liu Jinxie stood in front of me, covered in blood, holding a knife.
I noticed something bloody hanging from the knife; upon closer inspection, it was half a heart!
He was still chewing on something, making a crisp crunching sound.
Terrified, I looked into the bathroom and saw a dog lying in the bathtub, its belly sliced open and its entrails exposed.
I recognized the dog; it was Liu Jinxie's golden retriever named Wangcai.
It was dead.
Liu Jinxie slowly raised his head and looked at me.
His gaze was vacant, his eyes hollow, and his face was smeared with blood.
"Chen Xi..."
I called out, but Chen Xi seemed not to hear me as he advanced toward me with the knife.
I hurriedly dodged, but he cornered me.
The sharp blade was less than ten centimeters away from me, and I was so scared that my face turned pale and my legs felt weak.
“Liu Jinxie, it's me, I'm Song Song!”
I shouted desperately, but Liu Jinxie seemed not to hear.
One step, two steps, three steps...
He was getting closer and closer to me.
Finally, I was pushed into a corner, with a cold wall behind me.
I closed my eyes in despair, waiting for death to come.
A few seconds later, the blade lunged toward me.
I shrank into a ball, trembling all over.
However, the expected pain did not come.
I slowly opened my eyes and saw Chen Xi still holding the knife, suspended above my head.
Why did he stop?
Looking up, I realized it was him.
“Little Curly Hair?”
He grinned and smiled at me.
“Didn’t expect this, huh? I’m back.”
I stared in surprise at the talisman paper in his hand; it was stuck to Chen Xi's forehead, rendering him completely motionless.
Covered in blood, holding a fruit knife and something bloody in his hand, his gaze was vacant, and his mouth mechanically chewed.
"What... what happened to him?"
"He is possessed by resentment and has lost his soul."
Little Curly Hair laid Chen Xi down and walked up to me, skillfully removing his sunglasses and mask.
"Do you know him?"
I nodded. "He is my operator."
"No wonder; he touched that painting."
"What painting?"
"There is a classical beauty painting in that villa, sealed together with the Cursed Corpse back in the day. The painting was a burial item, and being with the Cursed Corpse for so long inevitably led to it absorbing some resentment. Your boss must have come into contact with this painting, which is why he became possessed by resentment and lost his wits."
I looked at Little Curly Hair in surprise, not expecting him to actually have some skills.
"Weren't you saying you couldn't help me?"
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