Chapter 192 Chapter 187 Haunted
“Who? Who’s there?”
Fang Shijun turned around and shouted.
The entire bathroom was quiet, echoing only her silhouette. The showerhead dripped water, swaying, with droplets falling down the reflective stainless steel casing.
Fang Shijun thought it was an illusion and turned back to continue applying milk-colored facial cleanser to her face.
But a sense of black anxiety settled in her heart.
Could it be haunted?
She rubbed her face faster, not knowing if her nightmare was coming true, as her face felt a sense of pressure.
Closing her eyes, she wiped the facial cleanser across her eyelids, and the world went completely dark, leaving only her hearing.
In the darkness beside her, she heard the sound of water, very clearly, like someone was bathing in her bathtub, and she vaguely heard a male voice speaking words she didn’t understand.
Fang Shijun’s back broke out in cold sweat as she hurriedly washed her face again, turning to look at the bathtub once more.
The white bathtub was empty, obviously no one was there.
But when she closed her eyes, she clearly heard someone bathing in the tub.
Fang Shijun walked over and reached out to touch the bathtub; she felt nothing but air.
A hypothesis she didn’t want to admit surfaced in her mind.
Is there a ghost?
Was Wan Ziqi telling the truth?
No, it couldn’t be. She must have drunk too much and had too much fun with Lin Feng, her mind was just hazy.
Fang Shijun had no mood to stay in the bathroom any longer and continued with her skincare routine. She quickly brushed her teeth with an electric toothbrush and rushed out of the bathroom, closing the door forcefully, as if someone were chasing her.
She took a deep breath and tried hard to recall what happened last night.
However, it felt like someone had dug out a huge piece of her memory.
She only remembered enjoying herself with Lin Feng, and after returning to the hotel, he wanted to take a couple’s bath with her, but she refused.
It was too easy to gain, and men wouldn’t cherish it.
But why had Lin Feng blocked her?
Could it be that she acted crazy after drinking?
Fang Shijun felt a void in her heart. Ever since Lin Feng showed her how reckless and fun wealthy people could be, her heart had become intoxicated.
Fang Shijun looked at her small window, spotless and white. She recalled the floor-to-ceiling windows of the hotel, and for a moment, she felt that her window was too cheap to look at.
She glanced around her bedroom.
Originally, she was very satisfied with her apartment, located in a great area and highly valuable. With Wan Ziqi’s help, she managed to buy it outright.
But now, the more she looked, the more uncomfortable it became.
It couldn’t even compare to the five-star hotel she just stayed at.
No, she had to get back to Lin Feng.
Fang Shijun hurriedly looked for her phone, called Lin Feng several times, but each call was busy, undoubtedly blocked.
She planned to contact Lin Feng through an “intermediary” and found her handbag, a typical luxury item. She opened it and found a card.
She remembered that it was the card Lin Feng gave her. This bank card had money deposited into it every month, with a high spending limit.
From what she knew, Lin Feng usually preferred to transfer red envelopes via WeChat, around four to five thousand at a time. He only gave out relative cards to female companions he wanted to spend a long time with.
The more she thought about it, the more unwilling she felt.
What had she done last night?
Such a good situation, and it ended up with her being blocked?
Lin Feng was still single, and this bank card offered her hope—a hope for a better life.
But that hope had slipped through her fingers.
Fang Shijun quickly dialed her phone again. After a while, the phone connected. She pressed the phone to her ear, her face breaking into a smile, her waist involuntarily lowering a bit:
“Hello, Sister Lisa, can you ask Mr. Lin for me? It seems there’s some misunderstanding between us.”
“Misunderstanding? Mr. Lin is very angry right now.” A cold female voice came through the phone: “You’ve put me in a tough position, and it’s quite embarrassing. Don’t contact me again.”
“Beep beep beep.”
The busy tone echoed from the phone.
Fang Shijun hurriedly dialed again.
“Sorry, the number you dialed is busy; please try again later…”
Fang Shijun felt anxious. She tried several times, all busy. She had also been removed from friends on WeChat; there was no way to contact him.
Her body lost strength, and she slowly sat on the bed, her eyes vacant.
After a long time, she noticed the room was dim, always dim, like it was a gloomy day outside.
She looked at the light bulb; it emitted a faint glow. She walked to the window, pulled open the curtains, and outside was a blazing sunny day, with scorching sunlight streaming in through the window, yet it felt subdued.
The whole house was dark; the lights were dim, as if sunlight were slanting in from a hole in a coffin.
Fang Shijun hurriedly opened all the lights and all the curtains, but the entire house still had a creepy atmosphere.
“Spray him Q!”
At that moment, a voice suddenly came from the study.
Fang Shijun’s body shook. Although she wasn’t interested in video games, she had researched them in detail to appease Wan Ziqi.
This was one of Wan Ziqi’s favorite games called League of Legends; the voice was the sound of a pentakill in the game.
Fang Shijun shouted, “Wan Ziqi, come out; let’s talk properly.”
There was no response. Fang Shijun found a fruit knife in the kitchen.
The kitchen’s vegetable washing basin had been used, with drops of water scattered around and bits of chopped vegetables. On the cutting board, there were fresh scraps of meat.
Someone had used the kitchen recently.
Fang Shijun was certain it wasn’t her. Although she had learned to cook well to please the silly Wan Ziqi and learned how to bake a heartfelt cake, she had no intention of cooking; doing so was merely for show.
The kitchen hadn’t been used in a long time.
Wan Ziqi loved to cook, having learned many home-cooked dishes to prove he was a good man.
“Wan Ziqi, I know it’s you.” Fang Shijun shouted loudly, holding the knife: “If there’s something to discuss, let’s talk nicely, or I’ll call the police. Your father is still lying in the hospital; if he hears you’re in jail, it won’t be good for his health.”
A female voice saying “victory!” came from the study.
Holding the knife, Fang Shijun slowly walked into the study.
Inside was a computer desk and a bookshelf, filled to the brim with new books.
On the computer desk was a high-spec desktop computer, chosen by Wan Ziqi, costing nearly twenty thousand yuan.
No one was there, not a single person, as if it were all her illusion.
Fang Shijun held the knife, trembling all over, suppressing her fear as she looked for a place to hide in the study. Behind the door, under the computer desk, on the bookshelf…
Not a glimpse of anyone.
She looked at the door leading to the balcony; the door was closed. Could Wan Ziqi be hiding on the balcony?
But she didn’t hear the sound of the door opening.
Fang Shijun opened the door.
A stainless steel security net covered the balcony, making it impossible to enter or exit.
There were no clothes drying on the balcony, and at the end of the balcony stood a washing machine with a dryer on top, offering no place to hide.
Fang Shijun approached the washing machine, squatted down, and pulled open the glass door of the machine. No one was inside; she opened the dryer too, and again, no one was inside.
But as she leaned her face closer to the dryer, a hand suddenly pushed hard against the back of her head, forcing her head into the dryer, followed by a “beep beep beep” sound of the buttons.
Fang Shijun was so frightened that she pulled her head out of the dryer, screamed again, and looked back, finding no one.
The dryer wouldn’t work if the door was shut; it wouldn’t dry anything.
But Fang Shijun was still terrified, unable to stop imagining the horror of getting her head stuck in there.
She shivered and gripped the fruit knife tightly, shouting, “Wan Ziqi! I know you’re in my house; if you don’t come out now, I’ll call the police.”
Fang Shijun’s voice trembled as she walked into the study, finding it empty.
Living room, empty.
Dining room, empty.
The two bathrooms, empty.
Bedroom, study, guest room, all empty.
Fang Shijun was going crazy. She walked to the study and touched the mouse; the computer screen lit up automatically; it had been on the whole time.
Thinking that Wan Ziqi might be playing on her computer right under her nose made Fang Shijun uneasy, and she couldn’t help turning around to look; there was no one behind her, and the study door was tightly shut, locked.
The balcony was confirmed to be empty.
This gave Fang Shijun a little sense of security.
The computer screen showed a blue sky and grasslands, and there was a League of Legends icon added to the desktop; Fang Shijun was sure that Wan Ziqi had used her computer.
She usually just used the computer to watch dramas and check Weibo, never downloaded any video games, nor could it have been Wan Ziqi before, who bought this computer for her but never used it.
With that, Fang Shijun felt a little less afraid.
At least it meant that it was Wan Ziqi; he must have sneaked into her house. It sounded absurd, but at least he was human.
Fang Shijun picked up her phone and found that at some point, Wan Ziqi’s number had been removed from her blacklist.
This made Fang Shijun even more sure that it must have been Wan Ziqi causing all of this.
Now, Fang Shijun’s fear had reduced significantly. Past experiences told her she could handle this softie Wan Ziqi.
She even started using her other hand to check Weibo.
Fang Shijun angrily called Wan Ziqi’s number. When it connected, she said in a strict tone:
“Hello? Wan Ziqi! Where are you?”
“Baby? You called me?” Wan Ziqi’s surprised voice came from the phone. “Can you return the money to me?”
“What do you mean breaking into my house and trying to assault me?” Fang Shijun’s voice rose. “You even sent me threatening texts; I’ll tell you, I’ve shown them to the police.”
“Oh, I don’t know what you’re talking about; what messages has Wan Ziqi sent you?” Although it was Wan Ziqi’s voice on the phone, the tone was nothing like him.
There was no hint of panic in his voice.
This is a good act.
Fang Shijun was about to raise her voice when she saw a hot search on Weibo: “A programmer from Bari Ah Ah jumped off the building in Tianfu City.”
Bari Ah Ah was a big company, and Wan Ziqi worked there.
Fang Shijun clicked on the hot search and saw a familiar office building in front, with a white cloth covering a person. Strangely, Weibo even revealed the person’s name, which was Wan Ziqi, with the time being yesterday.
Recalling everything that happened yesterday, Fang Shijun’s heart sank, and she asked, “Did someone in your company jump off the building?”
“Baby, you’re concerned about me?” Wan Ziqi said. “No, just someone who has the same name as me jumped.”
Fang Shijun vaguely heard someone making a phone call outside; she quietly opened the study door.
“Hello, hello, baby, why aren’t you talking? When will you return my money?”
The voice came from outside the security door; someone was making a phone call in the hallway.
The voice was not very clear, but it could be a coincidence.
Fang Shijun recalled the text and quickly hung up.
“Beep beep beep…”
A clear hang-up sound came from outside the security door.
Fang Shijun gasped, dropping her phone from her hand.
