Chapter 8

  Youyou, under the urging of her companions, clutched her stomach and pretended to be in great pain as she ran towards the women's restroom. Two men in black stood at the entrance of the women's restroom, and it was clear that Fang Yanni was inside.

  Youyou hastily hid the poster and pen for getting autographs in her clothes, just as she ran to the outside of the toilet door, those two men in black immediately stretched out their hands to block her.

  "Miss, please wait for a moment before going in."

  What a tyrannical guy! Yu You cursed in her heart, but the expression on her face became increasingly anxious: "What's going on? Not even letting people into the toilet! I'm about to burst!" She deliberately raised her voice so that the people around her could hear. Sure enough, the patients in the corridor looked over curiously.

  The man in black softened his tone: "Miss, please bear with it a little longer."

  "How can you stand having diarrhea! You try and see!"

  At the same time, Du Jiajun and Hua Qizhen also deliberately ran out to provoke the crowd's sense of justice, shouting loudly: "Hey! Who occupied the toilet? So arrogant! Is this hospital your family's?"

  The patients started pointing and gesturing towards the toilet. The crowd's anger was hard to provoke, and the man in black obediently let go of his hand.

  Youyou rushed into the toilet.

  The toilet was lit with a dismal light, the cramped space was like a sealed can, and the foul smell and steam that could not be discharged accumulated in the dark and damp corners. The most vivid feeling at this moment was the swelling and festering, which quickly penetrated into the body from every pore of the skin. Youyou hurriedly raised her hand to rub her nose, and a strong odor with intense humidity rushed into her nostrils like crazy. She could hardly bear it.

  Only the third cubicle's door was closed.

  Fang Yanmei is inside, right?

  She sat down on the toilet beside her and waited leisurely. She sent a message to Jiajun and Qizhen, "The first step of the battle plan is successful."

  "Is it time for signatures?"

  "No, Fang Yanmei hasn't come out yet."

  Five minutes later.

  "Is it time for signatures?"

  "She hasn't come out yet!"

  It's really strange. Why is it so quiet next door? Is Fang Yanni not inside? That can't be, right?

  Youyou quietly walked to the outside of that cubicle, tiptoed and lay down, seeing a pair of women's feet through the gap under the door. Fang Yanni was clearly inside, but she had been in there for too long and didn't seem to be doing her business at all. Youyou's face stuck to the cold floor, staring at that motionless jade foot.

  There was no need to worry that the other party would suddenly open the door and see her peeking at the floor, because those feet from head to toe had not moved at all, like a dead body. A dead body? This thought scared Youyou.

  The people inside won't really die, will they?

  She got up and nervously knocked on the door.

  "Sister Fang, you...you're okay, right?"

  No one answered. For a moment, Youyou seemed to hear the sound of children's laughter. It was fleeting, and she couldn't be sure.

  The question is, what happened to Fang Yanmei?

  It can't be seen from the gap in the door. Youyou decided to stand on the toilet in the next cubicle and tiptoed to observe the situation in this cubicle. The light shone down from her head, and her shadow rushed into the narrow brightness of the cubicle. She saw Fang Yanni sitting on the toilet with her head bowed, motionless.

  The dim light gathered the silent figure into a mysterious and profound hue. The woman was very thin, her protruding collarbone absorbing all the light. In the straight dark brown shadow, gloominess, coldness, and stench spread out together, pulling all feelings into the depths of hell at once.

  Youyou's heart felt a bit creepy. She was almost certain that this was a dead person. However, she soon heard Fang Yanni emit an eerie and evil laugh. The laughter with the quality of guilt made everything dark in the toilet lose its color. Fang Yanni slowly started to lift her head, moving very slowly, as if it were a kind of subtle torture. Youyou's heart suddenly rose to her throat, and cold sweat seeped into her hairline.

  She heard a strange voice jumping out of Fang Yanni's mouth: "Hehe, I want to play with you. If you don't play with me, I'll kill you!"

  This cruel and venomous voice seemed like a swarm of hornets gathering in the air, attacking her with a terrifying momentum that made her skin feel cold. She could hardly resist the chill that spread throughout her body and fell to the ground. What terrified her was not only the content of the voice, but also that this voice sounded like a child speaking.

  Or rather, a little kid has walked into Fang Yanni's brain and is using her mouth as a loudspeaker.

  Unless Fang Yan is putting on a childish voice...

  Youyou thinks that when people are at their most vulnerable, they like to comfort themselves with another possibility. Even patients who have been diagnosed with a terminal illness will hold onto a glimmer of hope and speculate that there might be a cure tomorrow while waiting for death. If people don't hold onto hope, despair will fill their lives. If the soul is lost, it becomes a walking corpse waiting to rot. Therefore, Youyou would rather believe that Fang Yanni, who has a perfect singing voice, can imitate the voice of a little kid.

  It can't be that some little kid has taken control of this woman's body...

  Fang Yanmei slowly lifted her head, and the second hand seemed to stop at a certain point. At this moment, she was looking up at the face, staring at Youyou who was crawling on the partition board. Youyou's eyes widened in fright, his hair stood on end, and his throat felt like it had been cut by someone, unable to utter a word.

  What's going on? Fang Yanni's eyes are terrifying, a mass of blackness, as if a bottle of ink had been poured into her eye sockets, so black that the eyeballs and whites couldn't be distinguished. These were definitely not human eyes. She suddenly opened her mouth again, and a strange and intense hissing sound burst out from it, Youyou thought he would be sucked in by that black mouth in just a few seconds.

  She was so frightened that she suddenly jumped up from the toilet, her legs went soft and she sat down on the toilet again. The temperature around her dropped sharply, a chill that penetrated to the bone, her whole body shook uncontrollably, the sound of her bones colliding with each other almost drove her mad.

  At this time, the next room transmitted Fang Yanmei's desperate roar, don't know who to talk to, and clearly know that there is only one person in the next room, but Youyou still thinks Fang Yanmei is gritting her teeth and saying to another person: "You can't come out! I won't let you out!"

  Immediately, a child's voice responded to her, and the gloomy laughter was really chilling.

  "Hehe, I'm already inside your body. What can you do to me?"

  "I'd rather die than let you out!"

  "You promised me you'd play with me."

  "I don't want to play with you anymore, leave me alone!"

  "Haha, this is impossible, unless you're dead."

  Listening to such a terrifying conversation, she really wanted to run away. However, her legs were numb and couldn't move, as if the muscles had died. She pounded her thighs hard, hoping that the sensation in her legs would wake up quickly, so that she could leave this gloomy and eerie place.

  Then she heard the conversation next door stop, replaced by a continuous dull thumping sound. Not hitting a ball, but... her own belly... Judging from the intensity of the sound, Fang Yanni seemed to have a deep hatred for her own belly, self-inflicting pain while laughing painfully: "This way you can't come out! This way you can't come out!"

  Finally, a loud scream came from next door, shocking the eardrums, and then all the sounds subsided at once.

  A man in black rushed in, anxiously asking if Miss Fang was okay, kicked open the door of the adjacent room, and carried out the dying Fang Yanni. Her body was dripping with a transparent secretion like egg white all the way down, making Youyou feel so nauseous that she wanted to vomit out her internal organs.

  The sound of hurried footsteps echoed in the corridor, growing fainter and fainter.

  Like a nightmare, further and further away...