DDT - Chapter 81
Chapter 81: Female Ghost × Little Pitiful One (11)
A cool hand suddenly covered Yi Shuhan's eyes, plunging her vision into darkness. Because Chi Junluo was in a semi-transparent state, Yi Shuhan could still see the scene below through her translucent fingers. However, with this "filter," it no longer looked so bloody; it was as if a mosaic had been automatically applied.
The Yellow-haired Man was not so fortunate.
He had watched plenty of horror movies with his buddies and, in recent years, had a number of lives on his hands. Having seen his fair share of corpses, he prided himself on being fearless. He once boasted to his friends that even if ghosts were real, he wouldn't be afraid, because he was more vicious than any ghost.
As it turned out, he had overestimated himself.
After he had timidly retreated to the wall, the door was broken down, and ghosts of all different appearances scrambled to pour inside.
Chi Junluo had used her ghost qi to envelop and isolate the human aura around Yi Shuhan. Now, the most eye-catching thing in Room 302 was the Yellow-haired Man, who reeked of fresh yang energy.
"Aaaah!! Help!! Aaaah!" The Yellow-haired Man let out a blood-curdling scream. The unnatural phenomenon filled him with extreme terror. His eyes became bloodshot, and his pupils contracted violently.
A ghastly green female ghost was the first to crawl before him. Her bloated, waterlogged hands climbed onto his shoulders. Her mouth stretched impossibly wide, the corners looking as if they might tear, and a long, purplish-red tongue dangled between two thick, white lips, swaying back and forth above his head. The man recalled the image of being forcibly kissed by this ghost earlier, and a sour taste rose in his throat. He mustered his courage and reached out to push her head away. He managed to push it back for a moment, but the soft, collapsing sensation of his hand pressing against the swollen, dead skin—like pushing on a waterlogged cotton pad placed on rotting, soaked cowhide—nearly made him break down.
The male ghost with only half a head, who had been shuffling forward, seemed to teleport, closing the distance to the Yellow-haired Man in just a few blinks. A hand of charred bone fragments clamped down on the man's shoulder, the bony spurs of its fingers piercing his tender skin. Fresh blood trickled from the wounds. The half-headed ghost bent down, and the mixture inside its skull dripped onto the man's chest. The intestines dangling from the ghost's split abdomen rested on the man's waistband. The sticky, greasy sensation made the hairs on the nearly hysterical man's body stand on end.
The Yellow-haired Man began to struggle, trying to shake off the two terrifying ghosts. But the half-headed ghost was simply too strong. He had barely been able to push the green female ghost away, and now, his body, hollowed out by years of debauchery, had no strength left to fight these unnatural, spectral beings.
The male ghost lowered its head further. It stuck out its tongue and gave the Yellow-haired Man's face a rough lick before shoving the green ghost aside slightly and rubbing its body against his. The scene was beyond disgusting. When he felt something bump against him a few times, the Yellow-haired Man's mind went blank. What kind of perverted, lecherous ghost had he run into?!
Soon, a circle of various ghosts had surrounded him. There was even a small, terrifying ghost infant with pitch-black eyes and its umbilical cord still attached, which crawled onto his head. A dozen ghostly hands groped and pulled at him. In no time, his pants were halfway down, and his body was covered in red scratch marks.
The green ghost and the half-headed one jostled for position, each trying to claim the Yellow-haired Man's mouth for itself.
The Yellow-haired Man opened his mouth to scream for help, but the end of the ghost infant's dark umbilical cord floated into it. He reflexively clamped his mouth shut and bit down. It felt like chewing on a piece of rotten, spoiled, yet impossibly tough raw pork intestine.
Using all his strength, he pushed the "pork intestine" out of his mouth with his tongue. The successive physical and mental blows made his head throb painfully. He stared wide-eyed, his gaze growing dull.
He wished so badly that this was all a nightmare, that he could just close his eyes and wake up from it.
"Help! Help me!" The Yellow-haired Man turned his head, screaming desperately.
A pleasant female voice whispered in his ear, "Scream. Go on, scream. No one will come to save you even if you scream your throat raw~"
The words were so familiar. A sense of despair washed over the Yellow-haired Man as his mind flashed back to the desperate cries of the girls he had pinned beneath him. He and his brothers had said the same thing to them: "No one will come to save you even if you scream your throat raw."
At this moment, the Yellow-haired Man felt a sliver of what they must have felt.
He began to struggle violently again. He had just shaken off the ghost infant and was trying to sit up when the half-headed ghost slapped him flat on the ground.
The Yellow-haired Man felt something rubbing against his rear. A shudder ran through him, and he began to wail like a banshee. "I was wrong! I was really wrong! Help me!! Aaaah! My family is rich! I can give you anything you want! Help!! Ah—"
"Tell me, what evil things have you done? If you confess sincerely, I might consider sparing your life," the female voice said again.
Hearing this, the Yellow-haired Man immediately shut his mouth and said no more.
"Heh heh." Chi Junluo let out a low laugh. The Yellow-haired Man felt an icy chill run down his spine.
Then, he whipped his head around. Something was forcing its way in between his legs! Pinned to the floor, he couldn't see anything, but the familiar motion made his brain explode.
That ghost! That ghost! It was doing that to him!
An unknown, inexplicable terror once again consumed him.
It had always been all kinds of women submitting beneath him, letting him do as he pleased. But now… he was about to be… by a ghost…
The Yellow-haired Man's stomach churned, and his body trembled uncontrollably, but he couldn't struggle free. The helpless terror brought with it the knowledge of the despair he was about to face.
Just as his last line of defense was about to be breached, the Yellow-haired Man finally broke, screaming hysterically, "I'll talk! I'll talk! Make it stop! Aaaah! I'll talk!"
Tears of terror streamed from the corners of his eyes. When he felt the movement behind him stop, he let out a small sigh of relief.
Before he could recover, he felt an immense force flip him over. Several ghosts, as if bound by something, held him firmly by the shoulders, forcing him to face Yi Shuhan, who had floated to the ground, and Chi Junluo, who was holding up his phone.
Seeing his own black smartphone held in the semi-transparent woman's hand, how could he not understand what was happening? He hesitated for a long moment without speaking. If he confessed to these things, there would be no turning back. Maybe he could just endure the disgust and let the ghost…
Chi Junluo looked at him, seemingly seeing through his disgusting thoughts. She sneered, and with a flick of her hand, a blast of ghost qi slammed into his calf. With a sharp crack, one of his legs was broken.
Excruciating pain shot up from his shinbone. The Yellow-haired Man's mouth was wide open, but no sound came out.
"Did you think I would let you off so easily? Talk, and you have a sliver of a chance to live. Don't, and I'll break every bone in your body right here, right now." The demonic threat echoed in his ears. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead from the pain. He gritted his teeth and glared at Chi Junluo. Then his body stiffened. The ghosts behind him were growing restless again, rubbing against his back. For the first time, he found such an act utterly repulsive.
Giving him no time to think, another blast of ghost qi flew out, and his other calf bone snapped in the middle.
"I-I'll talk!" The Yellow-haired Man finally succumbed to the intense pain and his fraying nerves, wailing as he sat on the floor.
Yi Shuhan looked at the phone, which only showed the Yellow-haired Man sitting on the floor in a contorted posture, a strange expression on his face.
Noticing this, Chi Junluo explained, "The reason you can see things you shouldn't is because the yin qi in this building is too heavy, affecting your constitution. Ordinary recording equipment can't capture ghosts."
Yi Shuhan nodded. She reached out, took Chi Junluo's hand, and moved it away from her eyes. "It's okay, I'm not afraid." She gave Chi Junluo a reassuring nod.
Chi Junluo's hand naturally came to rest on Yi Shuhan's shoulder.
The Yellow-haired Man timidly recounted a few incidents, but Chi Junluo saw through his little tricks. She mercilessly threw several blasts of ghost qi at him. After a few more miserable screams, the man was sobbing and wailing as he confessed to every crime he could remember. He detailed which accomplices were involved, the cause, process, and conclusion of each crime, his methods, where the bodies were, and how President Wang of Wang Corp and Uncle Wang helped clean up his messes.
The Yellow-haired Man cried and whimpered for over two hours. The more he spoke, the more broken he seemed. He understood that he was finished this time, possibly for the rest of his life.
After recording the Yellow-haired Man's entire criminal history, Chi Junluo put the phone in Yi Shuhan's pocket and habitually draped herself over Yi Shuhan's back.
The ghosts, who had been suppressed by Chi Junluo's powerful aura, began to stir restlessly.
Yi Shuhan didn't spare the Yellow-haired Man another glance. After listening to his "confession" for so long and seeing the pictures on his phone earlier, she felt that this scum deserved to be brutally humiliated and tortured. He should be made to feel everything those innocent girls had suffered.
Seeing the girl and the ghost turn to leave through the open door of Room 302, the Yellow-haired Man grew even more frantic. Countless fears assaulted him once more. "Where are you going?!"
Neither of them paid him any mind. They walked straight out of the room, pulling the door shut behind them.
The moment the door to Room 302 closed, Chi Junluo's departure took the suppressing ghost qi with it. Freed from their restraints, the ghosts pinned the Yellow-haired Man to the floor and swarmed him, beginning to tear at his last remaining piece of clothing.
"Aaaaaah—" Even through the door, the girl and the ghost could hear the Yellow-haired Man's tragic screams.
Chi Junluo took out the man's phone again. A grin spread across her face as she quickly typed out and sent several messages.
How could punishing just the Yellow-haired Man be enough? If they were brothers, they should come and "enjoy the good times" together.
In different parts of Chang City, the phones of several men chimed with a notification at the same time. After seeing the message from their boss, eager smiles appeared on their faces, and they all headed out towards the Third Hospital.
Yi Shuhan turned off the phone screen and let Chi Chi hang on her back as she walked down the stairs, step by step.
The afternoon had passed without them realizing it. When Yi Shuhan emerged from the gloomy old building, the air instantly felt warmer. The figure of Chi Chi on her back gradually faded, but thankfully, that familiar warmth remained.
As Yi Shuhan reached the inpatient building, patients were trickling back inside. It was time for dinner. She moved with the flow of people towards the cafeteria. The two nurses who had taken her to the old building spotted her indifferent face in the crowd, their own faces filled with shock and horror.
Yi Shuhan sensed their piercing gazes and turned to meet their eyes.
Seeing Yi Shuhan's deep, bottomless black eyes, the two nurses jumped as if they'd seen a ghost. They quickly ducked back into the stairwell and began whispering to each other.
Night fell.
A new topic, #ChangCityRichKidSerialKiller, suddenly appeared at the top of the trending list on social media.
It was immediately followed by #ConfessionOfChangCitySerialKillerSurnamedWang.
#SerialKiller'sSocialMediaPosts.
#TheBuriedTruth.
#FaceOfADemon.
One topic after another climbed the trending charts. Major independent and mainstream media outlets scrambled to repost and report on the story. Reporters were dispatched overnight, eager to dig up the latest scoop.
The sudden explosion of trending topics sent massive waves across the entire nation, which had been in the midst of a strict crackdown on organized crime and evil forces for the past two years.
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