"Drip—"
"Drip—"
As soon as Ming Li regained consciousness, before she could open her eyes, she heard the sound of liquid dripping onto the floor.
"Please! Let me go!"
"It hurts! It hurts so much..."
The moment she opened her eyes, Ming Li heard faint voices around her, seemingly the desperate, pained cries of the original soul inhabiting this body...
Looking around, Ming Li raised an eyebrow, a flicker of amusement in her eyes.
In the dim basement, the floor was covered in a large expanse of dark red liquid. The liquid flowed through the gaps in the floorboards towards a nearby drain. Beside it lay a chopping board and a large axe, not yet cleaned...
Fresh blood stained both the chopping board and the axe...
At this moment, by the southernmost wall, a tall figure was busy at work.
Ming Li's gaze followed, and she saw a scruffy, bearded man meticulously laying bricks...
Ming Li, "...Isn't this a classic crime scene? Are they saving the evidence for the New Year? No! Wait a minute... something feels off..."
Ming Li suddenly remembered something, her face stiffened, and she stiffly lowered her head. Then she saw her own broken soul...
Ming Li, "...System, you've gotten too cocky again?!" (read novel)
The system trembled, "That... Host dear... If, I say if, if I told you I have no idea what's happening right now, would you believe me..."
Ming Li, "Heh..."
System, "It's been a while since a reboot, Host dear, goodbye!"
As the words fell, the system directly shut down and rebooted itself...
Ming Li, "..."
Without a word, she threw the system into the solitary confinement chamber.
Having finished this with fluid grace, Ming Li stared expressionlessly at the man still busy at work.
The man laying bricks suddenly felt a chill down his spine. He unconsciously glanced back, frowned, and then continued laying bricks.
Seeing this, Ming Li narrowed her eyes. Her gaze fell upon the phone the man had placed on a nearby table. She raised an eyebrow, dragged her broken body over, and with a flash of red light in her hand, she picked up the phone.
Upon waking the phone, she saw a smiling girl on the lock screen. The girl appeared to be about eighteen or nineteen years old, with a cute face and twin pigtails, smiling beautifully. Ming Li also noticed a little boy, appearing to be five or six years old, sitting beside the girl...
Pausing, Ming Li casually pressed a few numbers, and the lock screen was easily bypassed.
Glancing at the phone's interface, Ming Li directly found the contacts and dialed "110". With an ethereal, eerie voice, she spoke, "Hello, I need to report a murder..."
"Ahhh!"
Ming Li's words were cut short as she suddenly heard a terrified, piercing scream from not far away. She looked up and met the terrified, ghost-like gaze of a man.
Ming Li, "...What are you looking at? Haven't you seen a ghost before?"
Just now, the man had suddenly heard movement behind him. Turning around, he saw the phone that had been on the table levitating out of thin air and unlocking itself...
Witnessing such a bizarre scene, the man couldn't help but let out a terrified scream. Reacting, he turned and headed towards the door, intending to leave the basement.
However, no matter how hard he pulled at the door, it remained stubbornly shut, as if welded to the wall.
As he broke out in a cold sweat from anxiety, he couldn't tell if it was his imagination, but he suddenly felt an increasing chill behind him, as if a cold wind was constantly blowing towards him.
"What are you afraid of?"