"What's going on? Why is someone dead?"
"Did that crazy woman die?"
"Who knows? Nobody's come out to explain."
"Hey, isn't that the fat woman from the third floor? Was that her yelling just now?"
"Who knows? Maybe she saw something."
"The police helped her out... Why did she get into a police car?"
"Her husband—that's her husband..."
Confirmed: Ke Xiao was dead.
On August 21, 2001, we received a call from the client. Call recording: 200108210847.mp3.
"Hello, Mr. Han."
"I, I just found bloodstains in Xiao You's hospital room. Xiao You's mental state is really bad. The nurse said she had an episode around six or seven. She wasn't injured, and neither was anyone else in the room. That blood..."
"Did Miss You say anything?"
"No, they just gave her a sedative... She was really unwell earlier. She must have been triggered. Um..."
"Ke Xiao died this morning."
"What?! I mean, how... how could..."
"We couldn't see the scene, but judging by the two calls Ke Xiao made in the early hours of the morning, she may have been attacked by that ghost."
"What do we do, then? That ghost..."
"We need to find her before we can destroy her. Judging from what's happened, she can move and act very quickly."
"Then... is it really, really a ghost? This whole thing... I..."
"If we enter the hospital room, how much time can you buy us, Mr. Han?"
"...I don't know. There are always people patrolling the ward, and Xiao You isn't in a private room."
"Are there restrictions on visiting hours?"
"Visits are limited to half an hour at most. I can try to buy you some extra time, but even then, we could only stretch it to forty-five minutes. Someone also makes regular rounds of the visiting