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Seeing my sudden change, although they didn't know why, their expressions immediately turned serious. They then asked me if something had happened.
I glanced at the closed door with a grim face and approached them, whispering, "Did you notice that woman just now walked without making a sound?"
"Huan Huan?" one of my colleagues asked.
I nodded, and another one exclaimed in surprise, "Oh, now that you mention it, she was clearly wearing high heels. With such high and thin heels, how could she walk on the floor without making any noise?"
It was obvious that he had also unconsciously noticed this detail but hadn't thought much of it until I brought it up. Now, he suddenly realized something was off.
The others' faces also changed as they listened. One of them said, "Lin Hao, can you two stop being so paranoid? Maybe she just walks lightly, which is why there's no sound."
I shook my head and quietly replied, "Try wearing leather shoes and gently dropping them to see if there's any sound. Besides, she was walking normally, not trying to be silent." His explanation clearly didn't hold up.
A lot of strange things had happened to me recently, making me particularly sensitive. I was almost certain that this woman named Huan Huan was definitely suspicious.
"What should we do now? Shouldn't we leave?" one person said nervously.
I frowned slightly and shook my head. "What about Dapeng? Are we just going to leave him behind?"
My words plunged everyone into silence. I regretted approaching her; if I hadn't, we wouldn't be facing this dilemma.
After thinking for a moment, I made a decision. I told everyone not to panic or be afraid and to avoid alerting Huan Huan. Then I quietly stepped outside to call Zhou Zhen, intending to inform him of the situation and ask him for help.
To my surprise, when Zhou Zhen heard over the phone that we were in the harem and then mentioned Huan Huan, he immediately exclaimed that we were in trouble.
My brows furrowed tightly. Could it be that Zhou Zhen had some kind of foresight?
I had just made the call and hadn’t finished speaking when he already guessed we were in trouble.
But soon Zhou Zhen explained over the phone. He first asked if I knew what the harem was previously called.
Of course, I knew this and replied curiously, "It was called Rolling Stone. What does that have to do with anything?"
Then he asked me what happened after Rolling Stone, before the harem.
I said I couldn't remember clearly and asked him what was going on. I felt a bit anxious and wanted to tell him about the situation here quickly because I was worried that Dapeng might get into trouble.
Sensing my urgency, Zhou Zhen asked me over the phone if I felt that the woman in the red qipao was a bit strange.
I hurriedly replied that it was precisely because I found her strange that I called him; she walked without making a sound.
Zhou Zhen responded with irritation, saying, "Of course there's no sound when she walks on her tiptoes."
A chill ran down my spine, and I asked him what we should do.
He told me not to panic too much. It was true that the woman named Huan Huan was a ghost, but as long as we didn't provoke her, she generally wouldn't harm anyone. He then suggested we find a way to stall for time until he could come over to handle it.
I nodded and told him the room number, urging him to hurry. After that, Zhou Zhen hung up.
I wasn't sure if what Zhou Zhen said was true, but when I realized that Huan Huan really was a ghost, I felt an overwhelming fear.
Yet, I had no choice but to brace myself and open the hotel room door again. In the living room, several colleagues were gathered at the entrance, looking terrified.
Seeing my pale face, they rushed forward to ask if I had thought of a solution.
I took a deep breath and told them that someone knowledgeable in Maoshan Techniques would be coming soon. We needed to find a way to call Dapeng out of the room and stall for some time.
However, as soon as I finished speaking, everyone shook their heads vigorously.
I knew they were unwilling to go into the room to call Dapeng; they didn't have the courage for it either.
I didn't push them; in fact, I was scared too. But there was no other option; I had to toughen up. After all, I had gained a bit more experience during this time compared to them, so I could be considered somewhat well-informed.
Taking another deep breath, I quietly said, "I'll go. But if everything is fine later, you all must try to stay calm and not give anything away."
Upon hearing this, they all nodded, but from their expressions, it was clear that they were still extremely frightened. It was no wonder; knowing that the woman in the same room as them might be a ghost, who wouldn't be scared?
However, there was no choice. I had them sit down and continue pretending to play cards.
Then, steeling my nerves, I walked to the door of the room where Dapeng and the woman in the Red Qipao had gone. After a moment of silence, I finally gathered my courage and lightly knocked on the door.
"I'm busy, stop knocking."
Dapeng's voice came from inside, which made me breathe a sigh of relief; this meant Dapeng was okay.
I was just about to speak when I suddenly realized I had forgotten something important. Damn it, I hadn't even thought of an excuse. I couldn't just say for Dapeng to open the door and hand the girl over to me.
What a pain.
An idea struck me, and I quickly exchanged glances with a few of the players at the table. Then I knocked on the door again and said loudly, "Dapeng, hurry up and open the door! I really need to go; I can't hold it anymore. Let me use the bathroom inside."
"Come on, Lin Hao! There's a bathroom outside!" Dapeng shouted angrily from inside. However, I could hear footsteps approaching the door; he was still coming to open it for me.
I waved at the others who were pretending to play cards. One of them quickly stood up and cautiously made his way to the bathroom in the living room before gently closing the door behind him.
At that moment, Dapeng opened the room door, revealing his head as he said exasperatedly, "Lin Hao, are you going to die if you hold it for a bit? I'm almost done here!"
Seeing Daxiong's helpless and aggrieved expression made me want to punch him. If it weren't for saving him, would I have put myself in such danger?
Of course, I couldn't say that out loud right now. So I pretended to be really urgent and snapped back, "You try holding it in for a while!"
With that, I ignored him and rushed inside. I dashed straight to the bathroom door and deliberately glanced over; Huan Huan was sitting on the bed, looking right at me.
I quickly smiled at her without saying a word and went into the bathroom, locking the door behind me. The moment the door clicked shut, I began to breathe heavily.
Taking a few deep breaths to calm myself down, I unzipped my pants and started making some noise—after all, even if it was fake, I needed to create some sound effects.
After finishing up, I lingered inside for about a minute when suddenly I heard a door close. My brow furrowed slightly as I listened carefully.
At first, there were the murmurs of Dapeng complaining, but once the door closed, an unusual silence enveloped the room.
Could it be that Dapeng and the female ghost in the Red Cheongsam had both left?
I thought to myself that I needed to go out and check. So, I reached out to flush the toilet.
But something strange happened. My hand hadn't even touched the button on top of the tank when suddenly, with a loud splash, water began to pour out.
The bathroom light was on, and in such brightness, with the distance so close, I clearly saw the button on top of the tank gently press down.
In an instant, terror gripped me, and I felt every hair on my body stand on end; my scalp tingled.
Yet, I couldn't scream. I quickly covered my mouth with my hand and fled from the bathroom, bursting through the door.
However, just as I ran out of the bathroom, I abruptly stopped, unable to control myself as a scream escaped my lips.
Huan Huan was standing right at the bathroom door, staring at me.
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