Ning Wei looked at all the female passengers and said, "If you still want to leave alive, put on clothes tonight. We need to get more information!"
The female passengers remained silent.
The male passengers joined in and began to persuade them, "If it wasn't for the fact that wearing clothes is useless for us, we'd be the first in line without a second thought."
The three female passengers who had worn clothes last night also chimed in, "There won't be any problems if you wear clothes. None of us saw any ghosts. Just put them on and sleep."
Ning Wei added, "She won't come for you because she talks to me every night. I'm the one facing the greatest difficulty. You can't expect to just sit back and wait for your ticket, can you?"
With a barrage of words from everyone, the female passengers were left speechless and finally nodded in agreement.
Since no one had crossed the line with their words, the female ghost had stopped killing.
Furthermore, Ning Wei had interacted with the female ghost several times, and based on their conversations, the ghost wasn't as terrifying as initially thought. Thus, everyone decided to move their meeting place to 1001.
They acted immediately, and a group of people quickly arrived at 1001.
Led by Ning Wei, the female passengers went into the master bedroom to find suitable clothes.
The female ghost was thin, so some of the slightly plumper female passengers couldn't fit her clothes and had to take loose pajamas instead.
One took this, another took that, and the wardrobe became much emptier.
When night fell, everyone returned to their respective rooms. Amidst great anticipation, the female passengers had all changed into clothes.
They lay in bed, constantly trying to convince themselves to fall asleep, from counting numbers to counting sheep, using every trick in the book.
Ning Wei, however, sat directly on the bay window tonight, her face pressed against the glass. She wanted to see where the female ghost would appear from.
To her disappointment, the ghost simply flashed outside the window with a "whoosh."
As if greeting an old friend, Ning Wei called out, "Come in. I've gathered a lot of information today. Shall we have a heart-to-heart talk?"
The female ghost floated in, suspended in the air, blood dripping onto the floor and slowly forming a small puddle.
"You have so much blood. Can you control it a bit? It's a bit fishy," Ning Wei asked, covering her mouth, with great "politeness."
The female ghost was already accustomed to her verbal sparring.
"Didn't you say you found information? Then have you guessed why I died?"
Ning Wei glanced at the female ghost. Seeing how focused she was on this question, Ning Wei dared to speculate that the ghost herself might not remember the cause of her death, and was using Ning Wei to find out this time.
"Why aren't you talking? Are you deliberately tricking me?" the female ghost's impatience grew, and a cold aura emanated from her.
Ning Wei, wearing a thin dress, couldn't help but shiver. She grabbed a quilt from the bedside and wrapped herself in it.
"I suspect you committed suicide," Ning Wei said.
"Impossible! I have a child, and I love him dearly. I would never commit suicide. Go and investigate again! If you can't find out, you can stay here with me!" The female ghost's voice became sharper, her hair flying and black mist billowing around her.
Ning Wei took two steps back. "I understand. I'll investigate further."
Upon receiving Ning Wei's affirmative reply, the female ghost slowly returned to her normal state. She waved at Ning Wei, causing her to fall into a deep sleep.
Ning Wei had been prepared. She had placed a pillow beforehand, so as soon as the female ghost made a move, she could immediately fall onto it.
Having lacked experience the previous two times, Ning Wei woke up every morning with an uncomfortable neck. This morning, her head ached terribly. She never expected that not sleeping on a pillow could have such dire consequences. It was truly terrifying!
Entering the dreamscape, Ning Wei found herself outside the residential complex, with the security booth in front of her.
The female ghost was holding a little boy's hand and arguing with the security guard about something. Ning Wei walked closer, intending to listen carefully.
"Open the gate. I enter and leave through here every day."
"If you're a homeowner, why can't you enter using facial recognition?" the security guard retorted.
"I tried, but your system is faulty. It just won't scan!"
"Impossible. No one else has reported any issues. If you can't use facial recognition, wait for a family member to bring you in!" the security guard still refused to let her pass.
The female ghost's eyes reddened. She tightened her grip on the little boy's hand. "Don't deliberately make things difficult for me! The child needs to go home for dinner!"
The security guard was stern and unyielding, absolutely refusing to open the gate.
Coincidentally, no one was passing by at that moment, so she couldn't follow anyone in.
She glared fiercely at the security guard and took her child out to eat.
Because the child wanted to sleep outside and was being fussy during dinner, neither of them ended up eating.
The female ghost sat in a milk tea shop with the little boy, a cup of milk tea in front of them, its warmth long gone, untouched.
When the little boy woke up, she returned to the complex entrance. The security guard had changed shifts, and she finally managed to enter.
Back home, after settling the child, she hid in the bathroom, burying her face in a towel and weeping.
Her shoulders trembled, but she didn't dare make a sound, fearing her child would hear her.
After she calmed down, there was a knock on the door.
Upon opening it, she found it was the neighbor's eldest son, who had come to play with her son.
The two children had initially been playing in 1001. For some reason, they then went to 1002. Before long, the female ghost heard the sound of a child crying from next door.
The crying grew louder, and the female ghost rushed over to check.
Her son only cried, saying nothing.
The neighbor's wife explained, "He just misses you. He's been talking about looking for you all along."
The female ghost had no choice but to take her child home. After comforting him, the little boy finally said, "The older brother next door hit me."
The female ghost asked him repeatedly, as children of that age can sometimes confuse reality and fantasy, and she was worried it might be a misunderstanding.
No matter how many times she asked, the little boy insisted the brother had hit him. He even lifted his shirt to show her a finger-shaped bruise on his waist, indicating a strong grip, which had already turned a dark blue.
The female ghost couldn't stand it any longer. She took her child to the neighbor's house to demand an explanation.
Initially, the neighbor refused to admit it, but her own son confessed.
The female ghost demanded an apology, but the neighbor adamantly refused. Instead, they taunted and provoked the female ghost, especially pointing at a keloid scar on her arm and saying, "You're mentally ill, and your child has problems too! My son is so young; his words can't be taken seriously. He's admitting it now because you scared him!"
The female ghost trembled with anger. At this moment, an old woman, the neighbor's mother-in-law, who had just moved in the past couple of days, emerged from the bedroom.
She had no idea about the cause or progression of the incident. All she knew was that her grandson had been wronged, and she immediately unleashed the fierce temper of a rural old woman, scolding the female ghost profusely.
The commotion was so great that it frightened the female ghost's child, who cried and clung tightly to his mother's clothes behind her.