DDT - Chapter 82

Chapter 82: Female Ghost × Little Pitiful One (12)

It was time for the nightly room checks. The two nurses who had tricked Yi Shuhan earlier that day felt a vague sense of unease, but they weren't willing to just sit and wait for disaster. They tried to contact the yellow-haired man, but their calls were always hung up on. When they tried again, the line was already disconnected.

It was the first time in their lives they had done something so malicious, all for the temptation of money. The two nurses were in a complete panic. Something must have gone wrong! There was no way Yi Shuhan was fine! The yellow-haired man's tone on the phone and the setup in that room didn't suggest he planned on letting Yi Shuhan off easily.

Recalling Yi Shuhan's deep, dark eyes before dinner, a chill ran down their spines.

Feeling guilty, the two of them volunteered to take the night shift from the head nurse. It was her turn to be on duty, and she had been forced to cancel a date with her boyfriend. Seeing someone volunteer to take her place, she happily changed her clothes and left the hospital.

The two nurses breathed a small sigh of relief. They exchanged a look, picked up the patient roster, and began their rounds. They hoped the yellow-haired man was staying put in his luxury suite and would give them a reasonable explanation. What if Yi Shuhan reported them tomorrow?

Worried, the two nurses checked each room one by one. When they reached the yellow-haired man's large suite, they found it dark and empty.

A sense of foreboding washed over them. They closed his door and decided to suppress the matter for now. When they finally reached Room No. 1, the two nurses looked at each other outside the door, both understanding what the other was thinking.

They hurried to the security room. One of the nurses used the excuse of swapping shifts to tell the guard on duty to go rest, saying she would take over. Although the security guard found it strange, why would she refuse such a stroke of good luck?

After a brief handover, the security guard rubbed her eyes and clocked out. The two furtive nurses turned off the surveillance camera for Room No. 1, then swaggered back toward the room. Their wealthy benefactor had mysteriously disappeared, while the supposedly helpless victim was perfectly fine. The two nurses were desperate to find Yi Shuhan and ask her exactly what was going on.

Inside Room No. 1, Yi Shuhan and Chi Junluo had their backs to the camera, using their bodies to block its view as they fiddled with the yellow-haired man's fruit-branded phone. Under the guidance of the once-again incorporeal Chi Junluo, Yi Shuhan operated the phone, uploading the evidence piece by piece to the yellow-haired man's own Weibo account. Even though Yi Shuhan had steeled herself, she was still thoroughly disgusted by the contents of his phone.

After everything was done, a deeper chill settled in Yi Shuhan's heart.

The yellow-haired man loved to flaunt his wealth on Weibo. He would post about the high-end food he ate, the exclusive clubs he frequented, the new cars he bought, the thrilling activities he tried, and how much money he made from the stock market. Over time, he naturally attracted many fans, as well as some young people who resented the rich.

Unwittingly, over several years, this young master from a wealthy family in Chang City had amassed over a million followers on Weibo.

He loved posting selfies with various luxury cars and at high-end clubs. The carefully edited photos drew in countless female fans, and many gold-diggers clamored online about wanting to have his babies.

It had been about a month since the yellow-haired man's accident and hospitalization. During this month, he had told his fans on Weibo that his family had arranged for him to study abroad and that he would be back soon. He continuously posted photos from overseas, and his fans believed him completely, eagerly waiting for his updates every day. After all, the yellow-haired man had cultivated the image of a rich and caring gentleman on Weibo.

At exactly 9:00 PM, after a busy day, people were comfortably lying on their sofas after dinner, scrolling through Weibo and their social media feeds. Men and women were leisurely swiping through their phones, relaxing. Ding-dong. A notification popped up at the top of their screens: "Young Master Wang, whom you follow, has updated his Weibo." Initially, few people would click on it right away. However, a new notification appeared every few minutes: "Young Master Wang, whom you follow, has updated his Weibo." This finally caught the attention of his followers. Based on "Young Master Wang's" usual antics, he was probably showing off some fancy food or exclusive club again, right?

They clicked into Weibo. After a brief loading screen, a nine-image grid appeared before them. The poster clearly hadn't considered the eyes or psychological fortitude of his many fans. The thumbnails were already a sea of red. After clicking to enlarge the images, the more timid fans were so scared they threw their phones away. Fans who often watched horror movies obviously had a higher tolerance, but even they scrolled through the nine pictures with trembling hands before covering their mouths and running to the bathroom.

Scattered pieces of flesh from dismembered bodies assaulted their vision, completely uncensored. Dark red blood pooled everywhere. The severed limbs and female heads, with their exposed blood vessels and complex muscle tissue at the cuts, made it brutally clear that this was no prank—these were real fragments of corpses.

After managing to exit the full-screen mode with shaking hands, they were suddenly confronted with a series of new posts from "Young Master Wang." Each post was another nine-image grid. Warned by the previous one, people clicked on a new set of photos. Unexpectedly, this set wasn't just dismembered bodies but lightly censored images of an orgy. The scene was utterly depraved. The last picture showed the twisted limbs of a woman hanging limply on a filthy floor, her body covered in blood, with even more blood pooled beneath her. It was obvious she hadn't survived.

The horrified viewers took a long moment to recover before they noticed the caption accompanying each post: "This is a person I killed."

"Young Master Wang" had a huge following. Now, countless people had seen these posts. Marketing accounts and media outlets immediately took screenshots, saved the images, and published the news. "Million-Follower Influencer Flaunts His 'Achievements' in Murder, Several Women Suspected Victims!"

"Criminal's Social Media Posts Publicly Exposed, Rich Scion Suspected of Being a Serial Killer!"

"Chang City Police Confirm Multiple Women Have Gone Missing in Recent Years."

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In Room No. 1, Chi Junluo guided Yi Shuhan in posting the link to the final video on Weibo. She paid no mind to the skyrocketing number of private messages and comments in the background. Speaking of which, she really had to thank the yellow-haired man for having so many followers himself. It allowed the two of them to spread this shocking news effortlessly, saving her a lot of trouble. The phone's battery was running low. Yi Shuhan tucked the phone safely under her pillow just as she heard the patter of footsteps in the hallway.

Ignoring the commotion from the nurses outside, Yi Shuhan belatedly realized that even after leaving the old building, she could still hear Chi Junluo's pleasant voice. "Chi Chi, I can hear you! We don't have to go to the bathroom anymore!"

Yi Shuhan turned around and could faintly make out a slightly blurry figure.

The blurry figure nodded and reached out to pinch Yi Shuhan's cheek. "That's great."

Yi Shuhan stood up, ready to turn off the light and go to sleep. Just as she reached the door and was about to press the switch, she heard the footsteps grow louder. Through the small grate on the door, she saw the two wicked nurses from that day approaching. Yi Shuhan took a few steps back, warily distancing herself from the door.

To prevent patients from locking themselves in to commit suicide, the doors to the rooms at the Third Hospital couldn't be locked from the inside. Yi Shuhan couldn't keep them out; she could only retreat and prepare herself.

Seeing this, Chi Junluo stroked Yi Shuhan's head and said gently, "Shuhan, don't be afraid. I'm here."

Yi Shuhan nodded with a soft "mhm" and looked up at the surveillance camera. The small red light that was usually on had gone out at some point. Just as I thought, Yi Shuhan mused. These two nurses came prepared.

With a loud bang, the lead nurse shoved the door open, the lock scraping against the frame with a harsh noise.

The two nurses entered, closed the door behind them, and approached with vicious expressions. "213, where is Young Master Wang? How come you're the only one who came back? Where is he? What did you do with him?" one of them demanded menacingly.

"Heh," Yi Shuhan sneered, fearlessly meeting the gazes of the two slightly overweight, fierce-looking nurses. "I'd like to ask you something. What were you trying to do when you tricked me into going to the abandoned old building, telling me my mother was there to see me, only to throw me into an empty room?"

"??? How could the room be empty?" one of the nurses, who had some pockmarks on her face, asked in confusion.

"Young Master Wang clearly told us to take you to Room 302! We even locked the door before we left. How did you escape?"

"Young Master Wang? Who's that? I've never seen him," Yi Shuhan said, tilting her head with a puzzled look.

"Young Master Wang is that yellow-haired man who's been harassing you! How could you not know him?" The two nurses felt a chill run down their backs. Young Master Wang had explicitly said Room 302. How could there have been no one there?

"There was no one in 302. You locked the front door, so I left through the back," Yi Shuhan said innocently.

"Young Master Wang clearly said he wouldn't let you go! He wanted to 'discipline' you properly! You're lying!"

"So you're admitting that you were bribed by Young Master Wang and that you intended to harm me, is that right?" Yi Shuhan pulled her hand out of her pocket. The flashlight of a black, fruit-branded phone was shining brightly, aimed directly at the two stunned nurses. It turned out that before they had even entered, Yi Shuhan had started recording a video. Their entire conversation had been captured.

The two nurses knew they were in trouble. This little brat had a phone!

The last second of the recording showed the two nurses lunging forward to snatch the phone.

But Yi Shuhan was completely unharmed. The two foolish nurses didn't even manage to touch the hem of her clothes. After stopping the recording, Yi Shuhan put the phone away and looked at the two nurses, who were now pinned against the soft-padded wall, held by their necks by a mysterious force. "What were you two trying to do to me just now?"

The two nurses couldn't see it, but Yi Shuhan could. Chi Junluo was holding each of them by the neck with one hand, slowly floating upward. The nurses' feet gradually left the ground. Their faces were filled with terror as they clawed at their necks, unable to touch the mysterious force. Their faces began to turn red.

"You turned off the camera specifically to come here and do what to me? Team up to beat me up? Hmm?" Yi Shuhan watched them with a smile.

Then, they saw Yi Shuhan speaking to the empty air in front of her. "Chi Chi, thank you. Can you throw them out for me?"

Their vision began to blur from lack of oxygen and poor circulation. Then, the pressure on their necks vanished. With two dull thuds, they fell to the floor. Immediately after, the door opened slowly on its own with a creak. The two nurses stared at Yi Shuhan in terror, still reeling from their recent fear, when they felt a powerful force grab their ankles and drag them violently outward. They were pulled into the air for a moment before being perfectly tossed outside the door. The floor in the hallway was made of cold, hard tiles. The intense pain from the landing left the two nurses groaning on the ground.

Yi Shuhan walked to the door, her eyes cold and desolate. "Get out!" Then she shut the door. These two nurses had bullied her plenty in the past, all because her family couldn't afford a nice private room or bribe them with red envelopes.

Ignoring the two money-grubbing scumbags outside, Yi Shuhan turned off the light and lay down quietly. Chi Junluo also floated onto the bed, embracing Yi Shuhan from behind. A warm current flowed through her, and Yi Shuhan peacefully drifted off to sleep.

The girl and the ghost had no idea what a terrifying impact those few Weibo posts would have on the entire country, and even the continent, in this age of the internet.

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