"I'm giving you all a routine checkup."
Without waiting for Long Ya to agree, she had already begun examining them one by one.
The woman worked briskly, checking their pupils, examining their tongues, feeling the pulses in their necks, and taking their pulses at the wrist.
The little kids stood as obediently as wooden dolls before her, not daring to breathe too loudly.
Long Ya watched her the entire time.
"Any injuries?" Doctor Zhong asked.
"No," Long Ya answered.
"Sleeping well at night?"
"Well enough."
"Have you heard any strange noises?"
Long Ya paused. "No."
Doctor Zhong looked up at her. Her gaze behind her glasses was like a pool of stagnant water, betraying no emotion.
Then she lowered her head, jotted a few notes in her notebook, and said softly, "Get some rest. Don't wander around at night."
With that, she left.
She headed straight toward that row of shipping containers.
Long Ya noticed that when she reached the first row of containers, she did not pause at all. She pushed open one of the iron doors and walked inside.
The door slammed shut behind her, as though something had yanked it from within.
Yang Yong gave a low chuckle in Long Ya's mind. "See that?"
"In this place, only the 'Doctor' gets to live in a container."
Long Ya tightened her grip on her gun.
That night, the Red-Clothed Female Ghost returned.
She drifted back from the wooded hills to the west at tremendous speed, stirring up a chilling wind.
Long Ya felt a chill at the back of her neck, and the blurry red shadow had already slipped into the pendant.
A moment later, Yang Yong's voice rang out, tinged with suppressed excitement. "Found it."
"Found what?"
"The place where they stash their supplies."
Yang Yong said,