DDT - Chapter 70
Chapter 70: Female Ghost × Little Pitiful One (2)
"Chi Chi! Chi Chi!" The Heavenly Dao's voice suddenly blasted through Chi Junluo's sea of consciousness. "This time, This Deity has detected that the heroine's Power of the Heavenly Dao is on her back!"
"Her back?" Chi Junluo murmured. She looked at the heroine, who had fallen to the floor. What an interesting spot…
The young Yi Shuhan's face was pale, her eyes vacant. The door behind her slammed shut with a bang. She slowly pushed herself up from the floor with her hands, turned around, and stared fixedly at the door, her expression revealing neither anger nor anything else.
After a long while, Yi Shuhan sluggishly walked to the edge of the mattress and sat down. She curled her legs, wrapped her arms around them, and rested her chin on her knees. She stared blankly ahead. The rolled-up sleeve of her left arm revealed layers of gauze, faintly stained with blood.
Yi Shuhan, patient number 213, was the one the male doctor had just mentioned—the one who self-harmed.
There were many patients in the hospital, and the doctors preferred to call them by their numbers. After all, numbers were much easier to remember than complicated names. Besides, numbers were more effective for "brainwashing."
The heroine was in a daze. Chi Junluo couldn't tell what she was thinking, couldn't see through her at all. Girls of this age had complicated minds, not to mention all that she had been through.
Chi Junluo never truly understood how much influence a person's original family could have on a child. She had no family; she had never experienced the warmth of a so-called home. She didn't know what it was like to have a father and mother. Even though she had a family in the second world, the original owner's memories were not pleasant, and she could never empathize with the so-called bonds of kinship. The only feeling she could grasp was the original owner's anger and sorrow toward her alcoholic father.
Chi Junluo floated in mid-air, lost in thought. When she was little, she too had fantasized about having a complete family. She wanted to know what it felt like to be doted on by parents. Unfortunately, she was never successfully adopted. As a child, she didn't know she had to smile with pure, innocent charm to win over prospective parents. By the time she learned how to smile, she was already grown. No one wanted to adopt a child who already had a sense of self; she couldn't be molded.
Pulling her wandering thoughts back, Chi Junluo drifted down from the air and slowly approached Yi Shuhan, who was still spacing out.
The Yi Shuhan of this world was quite exquisite upon closer inspection. Such a beautiful child should have been cherished at home. But then she thought about the heroine's family: a beastly, alcoholic, and cruel stepfather, and a cowardly mother who didn't know how to resist. Living in a small county, she probably also had to endure the legendary preference for sons over daughters. A perfectly good little girl had been raised so poorly. It was truly heartbreaking.
Looking at the young girl before her, Chi Junluo reached out and gently went to stroke her head. Unexpectedly, where Chi Junluo had thought her hand would pass through a solid person in that glitchy, unnatural way, it instead made contact with a fluffy head of hair. The solid touch felt very pleasant.
A ghost's weight was next to nothing. The girl sitting on the mattress, lost in her thoughts, didn't react at all. She had no idea she was being petted by a female ghost.
Chi Junluo moved her hand slightly, smoothing the girl's hair. It was surprisingly nice to touch. Although the heroine looked a bit malnourished, her hair wasn't dry at all; it was dark and glossy…
Bah! What trivial things was she thinking about!
Shaking her head, Chi Junluo reined in her wandering thoughts once more. It was strange; ever since she arrived in this world and possessed this ghost's body, her thoughts tended to drift, and her focus would wane. Was this a characteristic of a ten-year-old ghost? Was it just this one ghost, or did all ghosts slowly become dazed and unable to concentrate as time went on?
Wait, why was her mind wandering again???
Chi Junluo withdrew her hand and spun around frantically a few times, trying hard to "shake off" the messy thoughts in her head. She firmed up her central objective: "It's time to properly collect the Power of the Heavenly Dao!"
Chi the Ghost floated onto the mattress, her eyes fixed on Yi Shuhan's back. She carefully rubbed her hands together, raised her right hand, and slowly moved it toward the small, thin back before her.
Yi Shuhan had been spacing out when she suddenly felt a chill sweep across her back. Her body shivered reflexively. Before she could react, she felt a fiery hot thing touch her back.
Taking advantage of the fact that no person or security camera in the room could see her, Chi Junluo boldly placed her hand on Yi Shuhan's back. As the human and ghost made contact, the collection of the Power of the Heavenly Dao began, and a faint, scorching heat rose from the point of contact.
In this slightly cool and gloomy room, such a source of heat was incredibly obvious. Yi Shuhan thought she was having a tactile hallucination, but she also felt as if someone was staring at her from behind. The hair-raising sensation made her squirm.
To her discomfort, however, when she shifted her body, the burning sensation didn't disappear. Instead, it slid from her back down to her waist.
Yi Shuhan: !!!
The young girl's senses were quite sensitive, and her waist was especially off-limits. Terrified, she leaped up from the mattress.
Chi Junluo's hand had been resting properly on Yi Shuhan's back, collecting the Power of the Heavenly Dao. Who would have thought the heroine would seem to discover her? First, she twisted her body, causing Chi Junluo's hand to naturally fall to her waist. Then, the girl shot up as if her butt was on fire, startling Chi Junluo. She hadn't expected Yi Shuhan to have such a big reaction, and her right hand was left hanging awkwardly in mid-air.
Chi Junluo floated upright and drifted forward two steps. The moment Yi Shuhan jumped up, the heat on her back vanished. She spun around on the spot, but saw nothing besides the white padded walls.
Yi Shuhan: ???
Seeing Yi Shuhan standing still, Chi Junluo hesitated for a moment before floating behind her again and placing her hand on her back.
Chi Junluo: Why do I feel like I'm acting like a creepy pervert?
The Heavenly Dao, watching the whole show: Meow meow meow??? How commendable for a ghost to have self-awareness.
Just as Yi Shuhan, standing in the middle of the room, had calmed down, she felt that burning sensation return. It was as if a person's bare hand was touching her back. Yi Shuhan nimbly jumped to the side and began to move all around the room, trying to shake off the scorching feeling.
Chi Junluo's brain seemed to have malfunctioned. She didn't react for a moment, but then she persistently chased after Yi Shuhan's back. Wherever Yi Shuhan moved, she would float. Perhaps influenced by the original owner's ghost brain, she even found it quite amusing.
The human and the ghost chased each other around the room. Yi Shuhan's mind was screaming WTF, finding the situation utterly terrifying, but Chi Junluo, in the ghost body of Chi Xiangxiang, remained completely oblivious.
This bizarre scene was captured by the surveillance camera in the corner of the ceiling. In the monitoring room, two doctors stared wide-eyed at the screen showing patient 213 in Room No. 1 jumping around. One of them immediately picked up the internal phone. "Old Li, this is the monitoring center. The patient in Room No. 1 is suspected of having a manic episode. Go check on her quickly."
In the room, Yi Shuhan watched her surroundings warily, shifting her feet from time to time. That strange gaze still felt stuck to her, impossible to shake off.
Just as the human and ghost were "playing," several pairs of eyes appeared outside the white bars on the door. They saw Yi Shuhan acting agitated inside, and their faces darkened. Why was 213 so fond of causing trouble? Was her medication dose not enough, causing a relapse?
The white coats immediately opened the door and swarmed into the room.
The bang of the opening door drew the attention of both the human and the ghost. Their gazes shifted to the doorway, where they saw several white coats rush in. Without a word, two of them pinned Yi Shuhan to the ground. Another held up a syringe, flicked it, and then skillfully jabbed the needle into Yi Shuhan's lower back. Yi Shuhan stopped struggling and gradually grew quiet.
Realizing she might have caused trouble, Chi Junluo awkwardly floated by the door. Seeing Yi Shuhan calm down, the white coats released their hold. They let the now-limp Yi Shuhan lie on the padded floor and walked toward the door. "What a pain. How many times a day is this 213 going to make us run around? Always tormenting these old bones of ours."
As the white coats passed through Chi Junluo's transparent body, they all couldn't help but shiver.
"Hiss, this room is seriously creepy. It's so gloomy."
"Yeah, yeah, especially when you go in. It always feels like something unclean is watching you."
"Shh, keep your voice down. After all, someone… passed away in here."
The door closed, and the voices of the white coats gradually faded.
Chi Junluo: …With a female ghost like me in here, of course it's gloomy.
All the outsiders had left, and Room No. 1 at the end of the corridor returned to its silence. The only sound in the room was Yi Shuhan's faint breathing.
Yi Shuhan struggled to move on the floor, managing to turn onto her side instead of lying face down. She curled up on the ground like a little kitten, looking exceptionally pitiful.
Chi Junluo scratched her head, and her hand once again passed right through it.
But right now, she was in no mood to care about such glitchy things. She was more worried about the heroine lying on the floor.
Realizing she had caused trouble, Chi the Ghost floated over, feeling remorseful.
Yi Shuhan's eyes were dim, as if the drug was taking effect. Her eyes were half-closed, her face even paler. Her lips trembled, but she couldn't utter a single word.
Chi Junluo squatted in front of her and reached out to gently touch Yi Shuhan's cheek. Looking at the heroine like this, for some reason, her heart suddenly ached. It was strange. Even as a ghost, she could still feel heartache.
Now that she had calmed down, Chi Junluo realized she had indeed been too rash earlier and had frightened the young girl, causing Yi Shuhan the misfortune of getting another injection. She felt incredibly guilty and wanted to find a way to make up for the mistake she had just made.
Chi Junluo squatted beside Yi Shuhan. After a while, she found herself spacing out again. She quickly pulled her thoughts back and noticed Yi Shuhan shivering slightly. As a ghost, Chi Junluo didn't know what month it was, nor could she feel if the air was cold. But seeing Yi Shuhan tremble, she deduced it must be quite chilly. Those white coats were really something else, leaving a patient lying on the floor instead of moving her to the bed and covering her with a blanket.
Chi Junluo reached out to take Yi Shuhan's hand, wondering if she should carry her to the bed. But she quickly dismissed the idea. She remembered there was a camera in the room. If the people in the monitoring room saw Yi Shuhan levitating, it would cause a huge commotion. There might even be rumors of a haunting.
Not a good idea, not at all.
Chi Junluo thought for a moment. In the previous worlds, physical contact was enough to collect the Power of the Heavenly Dao and generate heat. Her eyes lit up. She gently floated behind Yi Shuhan, lay down, and carefully hugged her from behind.
Yi Shuhan hadn't lost consciousness yet. She only felt that source of heat reappear, but this time it was very warm, as if someone was holding her from behind. It was no longer the terrifying sensation of being touched by a hand.
This sudden sense of security from being enveloped in warmth was something Yi Shuhan had never experienced before. This time, she didn't struggle. She didn't have the extra strength to struggle anymore.
So be it, she thought. It seems… I'm not cold anymore.
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