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Chapter 51: Fateful Path (Part Ten)
How could a pleasant trip lead to thoughts of suicide? I continued to look at my phone as Zhang Xian briefly described Zhang Youjian's situation. There were a total of fourteen people on this trip, including surgeons, internists, and those from the Mother-Infant Room. I heard that Zhang Youjian was Liu Hui's assistant, a newly assigned intern, and it was such a pity that someone so young had died.
When I flipped to the next photo, I had a premonition that Liu Hui's face would also be distorted and unclear. It seemed that Zhang Youjian was focusing on another person, a woman this time. This woman appeared pure and elegant, strikingly beautiful in a way that one would not easily forget.
"Her name is Mo Feng... Mo Feng has been on leave since returning from the trip, reportedly due to a severe cold."
A severe cold! Mo Feng was a doctor, an Obstetrics Intern; how could she not recover from a cold and still take leave? There must be something wrong. Thinking this way, I felt compelled to check on her. I turned to Zhang Xian and said, "We need to see Mo Feng."
I handed my phone to Zhang Xian and stood up to leave. It was only when I reached the door that I realized she hadn’t followed me; she stood frozen in place. When I turned around, she finally asked, "Are you really going?"
"I have to. If we wait too long, someone else might die."
Zhang Xian’s face turned pale at my words, and she stumbled over to me, her voice trembling. "Is she in danger?"
"I’m not sure; don’t jump to conclusions." I didn’t explain further as I stepped outside and saw Qin Jian and Chi Xinrong walking in with smiles. Upon seeing us leave, they exchanged knowing glances and headed straight for the car, opening the doors and getting in. Once Zhang Xian and I settled into the back seat, Lao Qin asked, "Where are we going?"
"To Mo Feng's house," Zhang Xian replied with a glance at me.
"Is she in danger?" Qin Jian asked instinctively, sensing the seriousness of the situation. After his unnecessary question, he didn’t press further. Chi Xinrong also dropped his curiosity; he silently gazed at Zhang Xian's pale face in the rearview mirror and sighed heavily without saying a word.
Mo Feng's home was not far from Ge Lai Fu Coffee Bar; it took just a few turns down three streets to reach it.
"Unit One, Second Floor, Door Four at Huixin Garden," Zhang Xian stated accurately as we made our way directly to Unit One, Second Floor, Door Four.
Mo Feng's home was secured with a sturdy door. After pressing the doorbell, it took a while before the sound of a lock being undone reached my ears, and then the door opened. An elderly man with graying hair and a kind face, presumably Mo Feng's father, glanced briefly at the others before his gaze settled on Zhang Xian, his expression one of surprise as he asked, "Zhang, what brings you here so early?"
I had warned Zhang Xian not to frighten Mo Feng's family when we got out of the car, which is why she casually replied, "Uncle Mo, we actually don't have any particular reason for coming. We just wanted to see her."
The old man was quite composed; despite having his daughter’s colleague Zhang Xian with us, he showed no intention of stepping aside. Instead, he looked at us with a puzzled expression and asked, "They... are?"
"Oh, sorry for not introducing them earlier..." Zhang Xian pointed to me. "This is Psychologist Ma Qi." I nodded at Uncle Mo as a greeting. The old man's cloudy eyes lingered on my face for a moment before shifting to Qin Jian as Zhang Xian introduced him as my assistant. I wanted to laugh but held it back; Uncle Mo was familiar with Chi Xinrong. After that, we all filed into the house as Uncle Mo stepped aside.
As we entered the house, the chandelier flickered several times. I let out a cold laugh inwardly: "Do you know that Ma Grandpa has arrived? Are you scared?" As soon as I thought this, a wave of dark energy swirled around before vanishing into thin air at an alarming speed.
"Feng is sleeping. Sigh, she has a bad cold and is quite irritable. This child has her mother's stubbornness! She's a doctor herself but doesn't take care of her health; all she does is sleep since returning from her trip," Uncle Mo complained with concern while pulling out keys and approaching his daughter's bedroom door, making the keys jingle.
Noticing Uncle Mo's hands tremble slightly, Zhang Xian volunteered, "Uncle Mo, let me give it a try."
In the end, it was Zhang Xian who opened the door first. I quickly grabbed her arm and stretched out my other arm to block everyone, including Mo Feng's father, saying in a deep voice, "Hold on..." Then I calmly scanned the room; there was a stark contrast between a daughter's bedroom and a man's bachelor pad.
Mo Feng loved pink; her entire room was decorated in shades of pink—pink wardrobe, pink crystal chandelier, pink curtains, pink wallpaper—and an enormous bouquet of artificial pink flowers that stood out vividly. The fake flowers were so lifelike that if one took a deep breath, they could still catch a faint scent reminiscent of real flowers.
Loving pink is wonderful; it symbolizes cuteness, warmth, tenderness, youthfulness, brightness, romance, and beautiful memories.
However, in such a lovely and warm atmosphere, having something extra would surely ruin the scene.
I stepped inside and shouted loudly: "You audacious thing! Get out now!"
Everyone except Qin Jian jumped at my shout, completely unaware of the malevolent presence in Mo Feng's bedroom. At that same moment, the sinister entity attempted to slip away unnoticed. I dashed inside and unleashed Eighteen Cubes—only to see a tear-streaked face staring back at me with eyes full of grievance and resentment.
I paused for a moment, and she took the opportunity to slip away.
“What’s wrong with Lao Qi?”
I sighed. I wasn't sure if this mistake was right or wrong. Looking at Mo Feng again, her complexion seemed normal; at first glance, she really did look like she was peacefully asleep.
However, her mouth was slightly open, and her chest rose and fell rhythmically. She was alive, yet it felt as if she were dead.
“Her soul is not here.” As I spoke, I placed my hand on Mo Feng's forehead, sliding it downwards. My palm gathered the energy from her body, trying to sense everything that had happened to her.
“Don’t, don’t scare me. I’m afraid… please let me go, ah…” This was the message I received through my senses. It was all I could gather, but it was clear that Mo Feng had experienced something terrifying before, something related to Zhang Youjian. There was also something else I couldn't be sure of: deep within Mo Feng's memories lay an unfamiliar face that seemed unreal, with eyes filled with deep resentment.
I instructed Qin Jian and Chi Xinrong to stay in Mo Feng's room while I prepared to speak with Zhang Xian alone about Mo Feng. We stepped out of Mo Feng's bedroom and onto the balcony outside, where I could see the people coming in and out of the district gate.
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