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Qiqi lived in an old neighborhood on the west side of the city.
I heard it was a unit provided by her parents' workplace, and there wasn't even an elevator installed.
I had been here a few times before, so I found the door without calling her and headed straight upstairs.
Qiqi lived on the third floor.
When I reached her door, I knocked lightly, but no one responded for a long time.
I knocked again a couple of times and was about to call out to her when unexpectedly...
The door in front of me wasn’t even locked; with my heavy knock, it swung open by itself!
With a creak—
In this empty hallway, it felt somewhat eerie.
I rubbed my arms to chase away the goosebumps and cautiously pushed the door open, calling inside, "Qiqi? I'm coming in!"
There was no response.
Yet, a light was on inside.
The floor lamp beside the sofa cast a dim glow, just bright enough to illuminate the furnishings in the room.
This house belonged to Qiqi's parents before they went abroad, and all the furniture was from many years ago.
Under the warm yellow light, there was an inexplicable atmosphere reminiscent of old Hong Kong horror films…
The scene before me sent chills down my spine.
Seeing that Qiqi hadn't responded to me, I thought it would be best to step outside and give her a call.
Perhaps she was just waiting for the right time to come downstairs and meet me, but somehow we missed each other.
I turned around, ready to leave.
However…
With a loud "bang," the Old-fashioned Security Door behind me suddenly closed on its own!
In the next moment, I saw Qiqi.
But she wasn't standing in front of me, full of life.
Instead, she was quietly smiling at me from a black-and-white photograph…
It was a black-and-white memorial photo.
It was placed on the altar table to the left as I entered.
When I walked into the house earlier, I had only glanced into the living room and hadn’t noticed that there was a memorial setup behind the door!
Seeing Qiqi's photo in the center of the altar, I was momentarily stunned, frozen in place.
My mind felt like a muddled mess.
The words of Xinchuan echoed in my ears—
"Chen Qiqi is dead…"
"It happened more than two months ago…"
"Anan, believe me, you can't go looking for her…"
"......"
What on earth is happening?!
Why has the person I was just chatting with a few minutes ago turned into a photograph at a funeral?!
I can hardly believe what I'm seeing...
I can't think of any reasonable explanation for all of this...
I even wonder if I haven't woken up from this nightmare yet?!
But then, the throbbing pain in my head seems to remind me—
This is not a dream!
Everything before me is real!
In front of Qiqi's memorial photo, an incense burner holds three sticks of incense that have already burned halfway, and the white chrysanthemums beside it still look quite fresh.
After a wave of intense fear and panic, I finally regained a bit of my sanity.
I know someone must be manipulating this situation from the shadows; I need to get out of here!
I quickly turned back to the door and twisted the doorknob with all my strength.
But the door had been locked from the outside and wouldn't budge!
I immediately pulled out my phone, intending to call for help.
At that moment, music suddenly echoed from somewhere inside—
"Happy birthday to you... Happy birthday to you..."
Is this... the birthday song?!
Without a doubt, hearing this music in such an environment was no less terrifying than any horror soundtrack!
My nerves instantly tensed, and I cautiously turned toward the direction of the sound.
Amidst the repetitive strains of the music, a sharp pain shot through my head, making it feel as if it were about to explode!
The little bugs gnawing at my brain grew increasingly rampant!
Suddenly, a scene flashed before my eyes—
It was Qiqi!
She was holding my hand, standing with me on that old street in front of Happy KTV, smiling brightly as she said, "Anan, thank you for coming to celebrate my birthday today!"
"…"
It was just a fleeting image.
Immediately, the chaotic thoughts and inexplicable fragments of memories in my mind tangled together.
It felt as if a hand was stirring my brain forcefully, leaving me utterly unable to think.
In this state of confusion and haze, I heard a familiar male voice beside me—
"Jiang An, can you really not remember anything?"
"It's you…"
I struggled with all my might against the torment of the headache.
Looking up, I saw a man stepping out from the room.
It was Qiqi's Brother, Chen Feiyang.
The phone in Chen Feiyang's hand continued to play the birthday song incessantly.
He gradually moved closer to me, and the music grew clearer in my ears.
I looked up at him, angrily questioning, "You did all of this, didn't you?! Why would you do something like this?!"
"Why?" Chen Feiyang sneered, but in the next moment, he shouted furiously, "I did all of this to honor my deceased sister!"
"No... that's impossible! Qiqi is not dead! She still..."
"Shut up! You have no right to speak about her!"
I wanted to refute his words, to tell him that Qiqi was alive and well.
But before I could finish my sentence, I was interrupted sharply by Chen Feiyang.
His face twisted in rage as he glared at me, questioning each word with intensity, "Jiang An! How could you be so heartless?! My sister got hurt because she was trying to save you, and now you don't remember anything at all! How could you forget everything she did for you?!"
"W-what are you talking about..."
Hearing Chen Feiyang's words left me completely bewildered.
I struggled to recall what had happened two months ago.
But the moment I tried to think, a splitting headache surged through me.
Seeing my pained expression, Chen Feiyang let out another cold laugh. "You still can't remember anything, can you? Jiang An, do you know why? Let me tell you—it's all because of Xinchuan!"
"He had someone hypnotize you! Erased all your memories about this matter! He is the one who deserves to die!"
"Xinchuan... hypnotized?"
"My sister died trying to save someone like you... I truly feel sorry for her! If I had known it would turn out like this, it should have been you who died that day, along with your good husband Xinchuan!"
"Wait... Chen Feiyang, what are you talking about? Why can't I understand... please just tell me what happened?! I'm begging you!"
No matter how hard I tried to remember, I still couldn't recall what had happened to Qiqi.
Chen Feiyang's words left me even more confused.
He kept saying that Qiqi had died to save me.
But why did I have no memory of it at all?
Could it really be true, as he said, that Xinchuan had hypnotized me?!
I attempted to piece everything together bit by bit, but the situation was far too complicated.
At that moment, I heard Chen Feiyang say to me—
"Jiang An, you can't remember, can you? That's okay, let me help you recall!"
"Do you remember two months ago on my sister's birthday? You were singing together at Happy KTV, and then you had to leave first. She walked you out."
"Yes, that's the place where you had your incident a few days ago! Right on that street, you were harassed, and my sister was stabbed over a dozen times trying to save you! She died on the spot!"
"She was so young... I didn't even get the chance to see her one last time! She couldn't even say a final word to me!!!"
"But what about you? Jiang An, what did you do?! You ran away like a coward! And now you've even forgotten everything!"
...
Chen Feiyang shouted at me hysterically, venting his frustration.
But as I listened to him recount these events, it felt like I was hearing a completely unfamiliar story.
My mind was blank.
I couldn't remember anything he mentioned...
I simply couldn't believe that what he said was true.
I would rather believe that this is all a prank orchestrated by him and Qiqi to mess with me.
I immediately took out my phone, intending to call Qiqi and tell her to stop the nonsense.
This time, I was genuinely scared...
However, just as I dialed Qiqi's number, I heard a series of vibrating sounds from around me.
In the next moment, Chen Feiyang pulled out a vibrating phone from his pocket and waved it in front of me.
I took a closer look.
I recognized that phone.
Beneath the transparent case was a photo.
It was a photo I had taken.
The girl in the picture was smiling brighter than the sunlight that day...
Yes.
That girl is Qiqi.
This phone belongs to Qiqi!
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