Ancient Tomb Curse Seven

  A figure flashed past the door. Wang Shengli was so frightened that his hair stood on end, and he immediately opened the door to look outside. It was quiet outside, nothing was there, and he couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief, scaring himself, his courage almost shattered!

  He closed the door, turned around, and the scene in front of him almost made his soul fly away: Yu Xiaolan was standing wetly in the middle of the living room, staring at him fiercely, water dripping from her body one drop at a time, ticking away like a timed bomb about to explode. He was so scared that his heart was racing wildly, and when he calmed down and looked again, there was no one there.

  It must be an illusion! He muttered to himself in his heart. Letting out a long sigh, he prepared to sit down. His eyes inadvertently glanced towards the place where Yu Xiaolan had appeared earlier, and his whole body was as if struck by lightning, unable to move at all.

  There was a pool of water rippling eerily under the dim light.

  He remembered that the floor was dry, so where did that puddle of water come from? Could it be...

  Fear had now firmly grasped Wang Shengli's heart, making him feel a chill to the bone, and he couldn't help but shiver several times. His heart was seized with fear, as if there were a pair of eyes in some dark corner of the room staring at him with malice.

  He frantically looked around, still nothing, but the fear in his heart grew heavier. He rushed to every corner like a madman, opening drawers, cabinets, under the bed, behind the curtains, searching everywhere that could hide a person. For a moment, he felt like he had contracted a serious illness, his whole body weak and numb, and sat down on the bed. Closing his eyes, he silently muttered in his heart: "Her death was an accident, it has nothing to do with me, I didn't harm her, and there's no need to be afraid." After repeating this several times, his wildly racing heart finally calmed down.

  Suddenly feeling a chill on the back of his neck, he subconsciously reached out to touch and found a pair of icy hands. He was so frightened that he didn't dare move, his eyes fixed on the dresser mirror across from the bed. In the mirror, Yu Xiaolan was standing behind him with her two hands wrapped around his neck, a sinister smile spreading across her face as she glared at him malevolently.

  He let out a strange cry, suddenly turned his head around, and there was nothing behind him! He stood up, shouting at the air: "You damned scoundrel, you deserved to die! Die well! Once you're dead, get lost and stop haunting me!"

  The surroundings were dead silent, and that cold, gloomy gaze seemed to have vanished.

  Wang Shengli couldn't help but sneer, indeed ghosts are afraid of evil people. He felt a chill all over his body, and it turned out that the sweat had already soaked through his clothes, sticking to his skin uncomfortably.

  He came to the bathroom, turned on the water for a bath, lay in the warm water, and slowly let go of the fright from just before. He gradually relaxed, picked up the soap and began rubbing it on himself. His hand slipped, and the soap fell into the bathtub. He reached his hand into the water to feel around, suddenly froze, turned pale, and in the water, a hand was tightly grasping his own hand.

  A head slowly emerged from the bathtub, and Yu Xiaolan's face appeared in front of him, her mouth uttering a terrifying and cold voice: "Return my life to me... Return my life to me..." It was like a tape recorder that kept echoing, tormenting Wang Shengli's fragile nerves.

  Wang Shengli let out a mournful cry and jumped out of the water, fleeing in panic. Yu Xiaolan floated towards him with a cold, mocking smile.

  Wang Shengli ran to the door and tried to open it, but it wouldn't budge! He used all his might to ram into the door with his body, that broken door which could be kicked open with just a slight touch of his foot on ordinary days now seemed as solid as a copper wall or an iron fortress, no matter how hard he rammed into it, it didn't move at all.

  Yu Xiaolan floated in front of him, sticking the pale and swollen face that had been soaked in water close to his. Wang Shengli looked at her in despair, his back tightly pressed against the door, his face ashen. His body went limp. He kept begging: "Don't kill me... don't..."

  Li Shouzhang also lived in Huaihua Village and passed by Wang Shengli's house. He saw that the door was wide open, which was a bit strange. He called out: "Wang Shengli, Wang Shengli." No one responded. He walked into the house and looked around but still didn't see his shadow. He thought to himself: "The door is open, where did he go?"

  His line of sight was drawn to the bathroom, where he felt a sudden surge of panic in his heart, yet he couldn't help himself and walked over step by step. The door wasn't locked and was gently pushed open by him. Wang Shengli was kneeling at the edge of the bathtub with his back to him, his head deeply submerged in the water.

  Li Suo Chang's heart was shocked, and he rushed out, shouting all the way: "Dead man! Dead man!" The strange and terrifying voice made all the dogs in the village bark incessantly, adding to the eerie atmosphere.

  Xue Pinhan and others rushed over as soon as they received the news, a group of villagers gathered at Wang Shengli's door, pointing and discussing.

  "What's going on? My wife just died and hasn't even been buried yet, now my husband is also dead."

  "It's just that several people have already died in these few days."

  They pushed open the bathroom door. Wang Shengli was still in the same posture as Li Suo had seen. There were no signs of a fight in the room.

  The forensic doctor came, made a preliminary examination, put the body on the stretcher, and just touched it. Wang Shengli suddenly raised his head from the water, splashing out a string of water droplets, and a strange smile suddenly appeared on his face.

  The villagers outside the door were frightened and shouted: "It's a ghost!" and ran away in an instant.

  The entire first team of detectives except for Su Yingzhen were all unmoved.

  "Don't be afraid, it's just a corpse's nervous reaction." Shen Zhiyuan and Dong Yiqi both explained in her ear.

  "We've learned about it in class, but seeing it with our own eyes is still a bit frightening." Su Yingzhen's face turned slightly pale.

  "It's really one wave has not subsided and another wave rises, the case of Xiao Lan has not been settled yet, now it's even worse. Even Wang Shengli is dead." Old Yang sighed.

  "And they all drowned," Su Yingzhen said.

  "Could it be that there really are ghosts?" Shen Zhiyuan speculated. Ever since he saw the black fog on his computer, he had been thinking about this possibility all along, but the team leader just didn't believe him.

  "What nonsense are you talking about? Are you still not satisfied with the rumors?" Xue Pinhan was somewhat annoyed.

  "But some things can't be explained!" Dong Yiqi shouted loudly.

  "Don't jump to conclusions for now, let's discuss it after the autopsy results are out." Xue Pinhan couldn't convince them and had a faint feeling that the case was indeed special.

  The results of the forensic examination came out the next day. At the scene, except for Director Li, members of the first criminal investigation team and the footprints of the deceased, there were no traces of a fourth party, and neither of the two bodies had any hallucinogenic substances during the autopsy. Both were purely drowned.

  Dong Yiqi's hands shook as he held the appraisal report and said, "Pure drowning, that is to say, it has been ruled out that someone had drugged them first and then created a fake drowning scene when they were unconscious. Then why did Yu Xiaolan jump into the water silently? Why did Wang Shengli drown in the bathtub?"

  "Could it be really suicide?" Old Yang speculated.

  "If we just look at the surface, Yu Xiaolan's death can barely be considered a suicide, but if we say that Wang Shengli also committed suicide, it is completely impossible. Who would use this method to commit suicide? Or rather, how could someone successfully commit suicide using this method?" Su Yingzhen retorted.

  "That's right." Dong Yiqi and Shen Zhiyuan chimed in unison. The two of them glared at each other fiercely.

  "Not suicide nor homicide, could it be... " Old Yang said up to here and turned his head towards Xue Pinhan.

  "There really is a ghost," said Director Li as he walked over: "And I just saw her a moment ago."