The Vanishing Impulse
Yang Jian used to always want a home, a home of his own, instead of renting a place with his mother and moving around constantly. He used to think that he should work hard to earn money as soon as possible and buy a house, the bigger the better.
But now he realizes for the first time that having a big house isn't necessarily a good thing.
Especially since this place actually has five floors, finding someone is no longer a matter of searching floor by floor, but rather calling out to them floor by floor. If someone is hiding here and doesn't respond, it's even very difficult to find them.
At this very moment.
Zhang Liqin is neither on the fourth floor nor on the third floor.
When she arrived, she found the entire building empty. In order not to disturb other people's lives, she went to the second floor where no one was.
The second floor is the reception room.
But there is also a lounge.
The lounge includes a bedroom, a toilet, and a bathroom.
However, after Zhang Liqin entered, she noticed something very strange.
That is, all the mirrors here, including glass and reflective surfaces, have been covered with black cloth.
Without exception.
Even the mirrors in the toilet are the same.
Zhang Liqin vaguely felt that this was also related to ghosts, so she didn't remove any of the black cloths, after all, the events that happened a few hours ago were still vivid in her mind.
Even the dumbest person should have learned their lesson by now.
"Take a shower, go to bed early, and don't think about what happened before."
Although Zhang Liqin was still afraid, the thought that Yang Jian was there made her feel a little more at ease.
Since someone capable of dealing with ghosts lives here, nothing bad is bound to happen.
They took off their work clothes, which emitted a faint stench of death.
Zhang Liqin went into the bathroom and took a hot shower.
The warm water washing over her body brought her a sense of comfort, and the chill in her body lessened considerably, but the chill in her heart remained.
Even though I knew this place was probably safe.
But considering what had happened before, and the strange practice of covering everything with black cloth, things seemed to be different.
Zhang Liqin still felt uneasy, so she patted her face to stop herself from overthinking.
Ghosts, once they appear in a person's heart, are like maggots clinging to their bones, impossible to shake off.
The fear in one's heart may not come from death, but from the word "ghost" itself.
This word inherently evokes fear, as if it possesses some kind of magic.
She hurriedly took a shower, then, enduring the strange smell, washed her clothes and underwear. If she could, she never wanted to wear those clothes that reeked of a corpse again; the smell only reminded her of fear.
The clothes were hung outside to dry.
In this kind of weather, they can dry overnight.
I looked around.
She found a bath towel in the bathroom cabinet and wrapped it around herself.
As soon as I stepped out of the bathroom.
Zhang Liqin felt a cold wind blowing around her, a wind that carried a chill that could penetrate her skin and reach deep into her bones, making her shiver involuntarily. Moreover, the lingering stench of corpses in the air seemed to have become even stronger.
I don't know if it was because I had just come out and hadn't adjusted yet, or if the cold air from the air conditioner in the room was blowing over me.
I dare not think too much.
All she wanted to do was hide under the covers and sleep until dawn.
The nightmare will end when dawn breaks.
Suddenly.
Zhang Liqin vaguely heard someone calling her name; it sounded like Yang Jian's voice.
"I'm here," she replied after a moment's thought, making sure she was sure.
Immediately afterwards, footsteps were heard outside.
Yang Jian hurriedly strode up to the second floor.
As soon as he entered the reception room, he saw Zhang Liqin was preparing to go back to her room to sleep.
He was immediately taken aback.
It wasn't that I discovered anything special, but rather that I didn't expect Zhang Liqin to be so pretty. No, I wouldn't say pretty, but in terms of looks, she wasn't even as good-looking as Jiang Yan. She was just pretty and pleasing to the eye. What made people want to take a second look was her figure, which was mature and voluptuous, with the characteristics of a mature woman, thus exuding an alluring charm from the inside out.
Especially the figure vaguely revealed under the bath towel made Yang Jian doubt its authenticity for a moment.
How come I didn't realize Zhang Liqin was so extraordinary before?
"Yes, is there something you need?"
Zhang Liqin felt Yang Jian's gaze. As a woman, she naturally noticed it and couldn't help but avoid eye contact before asking a question.
Yang Jian, "Many of the mirrors here have been covered with black cloth. You haven't uncovered them, have you?"
"No, I felt something was off about this place, so I didn't move," Zhang Liqin said.
Yang Jian nodded and said, "That's good. There's a ghost here. If you move the mirror around, you might release it. Just avoid it. There's nothing else to be afraid of. I came here specifically to remind you so you don't unknowingly fall into its trap."
"What? There's a ghost here?" Zhang Liqin exclaimed in fright.
"Don't make a fuss. As long as you don't do anything reckless, nothing will happen. Besides, what's the big deal about one ghost in such a big place? There are plenty of ghosts in Dachang City, and people living in the city center aren't scared. Some things you can't see, so if you don't know them, you won't be so afraid," Yang Jian.
"Besides, I'll handle this. It has nothing to do with you. You're only staying one night and you have to leave."
"That's true." Zhang Liqin nodded.
Even so, knowing that there was something ghostly here, he couldn't help but shiver and look around.
I was afraid that in some corner, there would be an extra person out of nowhere.
"Go to sleep early, I'm leaving." Yang Jian turned to leave, but after taking only a few steps, he suddenly turned back and said, "By the way, you... you're not a ghost, are you?"
Zhang Liqin asked in surprise, "Why do you ask that?"
"Some ghosts hide among people and are generally indistinguishable. To be on the safe side, it's best to test it." Yang Jian walked over.
How do we test it?
"It's very simple." Yang Jian suddenly reached out and grabbed her neck.
He could clearly feel Zhang Yanli's body temperature, the goosebumps on the back of his head, and her nervous heartbeat.
Ghosts don't have so many life characteristics.
Even the best disguised ghost doesn't possess these qualities.
"It seems you weren't harmed by that ghost, that's a good thing. Don't wander around tonight, be careful." Yang Jian withdrew his hand.
"I... I understand." Zhang Liqin nodded quickly.
Yang Jian suddenly asked again, "By the way, is this real or fake?"
"What?" Zhang Liqin asked.
"This is it. Your breasts, where did you get them done?" Yang Jian asked.
Zhang Liqin glanced down and blushed slightly. "This... this is real."
"I was just asking casually, don't mind me," Yang Jian.
"No, it's okay, I don't mind."
Zhang Liqin smoothed her hair behind her ear, glanced at Yang Jian, and a hint of charm involuntarily appeared in her eyes.
Yang Jian was taken aback when he saw the look in her eyes.
Their eyes met, and something special clashed between them.
As a mature woman, Zhang Liqin realized that she was wrong to look at a man like that.
But as she looked away, Yang Jian walked up to her and asked, "What message were you trying to convey with that look in your eyes just now?"
"No, no," Zhang Liqin hurriedly refused.
"I don't believe it. That look in your eyes was clearly seduction. I think a man should do something at this point," Yang Jian.
"So what do you want to do?"
Zhang Liqin smoothed her hair behind her ear, her gaze darting away to hide her unease.
She understood what was about to happen, her face flushed, and she remained silent, offering no resistance. She simply closed her eyes slightly and let this person she had only met one day carry her into the room.