False evidence

Chapter 350 Unlicensed Clinic (8)

When my eyes met An Xin's, I felt a chill run down my spine.

A girl who was not yet twenty years old had eyes that were so deep that they looked like those of an elderly person in their fifties or sixties.

Because of Shen Fangyun, she can see me now.

I found it difficult to meet her extremely sorrowful gaze, and I didn't know how to answer her question.

Lu Xin smiled and said, "Young lady, you are still young and have plenty of time. Why not enjoy your youth to the fullest?"

An Xin countered, "Do you know what McDonald's tastes like?"

Lu Xin's eyes slowly rolled, and he remained silent.

An Xin said coldly, "I don't know, because I've never eaten it. I started collecting bottles and cardboard when I was thirteen; when I got older, I collected unwanted vegetables from the wholesale market and sold them on the street; later, I bought the cheapest wreaths and glow sticks online and sold them to those brainless fans."

The scrap yard owner groped me; I was chased like a dog by the city management officers while setting up my stall; those celebrity fans, all around my age, the difference being that they went to the venues to see their idols, while I was just a middleman being chased by security guards. Do you think this kind of youth is enjoyable?

“Every relationship goes through different stages. Everyone’s experience is different. I think Sanqi already understands your experience and your feelings for him, but it will definitely take some time for you to accept this relationship.”

Lu Xin shrugged. "As a mature and intelligent woman, you should know that you can't push a man too hard."

An Xin's gaze lingered on my face for a moment, then she turned around and continued walking uphill.

Lu Xin wiped his forehead and grinned, "I've seen plenty of women, but this is the first one I've found difficult to deal with."

Liang Kaiyuan frowned and said, "Whether it's An Xin or Fang Yun, you'd better not make any moves on them."

Liang Yuan suddenly sighed: "Actually, the stronger a woman appears on the outside, the easier she is to coax. Every time I get drunk and beat Xiaoqin up like that, she never leaves me. If I occasionally take her out for a nice meal, she'll talk about it for days on end."

Lu Xin looked at me: "Did you realize something was wrong?"

I whispered, "Shen Fangyun retains the memories and obsessions of her past life, but she is a truly weak woman."

Lu Xin nodded: "She harbors resentment, but not hatred, so her willpower is not strong enough."

Liang Kaiyuan said, "Although An Xin is young, she has experienced many hardships. She is currently on the verge of a mental breakdown due to fear, but she is even more afraid of going back to the helpless life she once had."

Lu Xin sighed, "So Shen Fangyun can only comfort her, not control her mind. Instead, she makes her thoughts more firm and clearer about what she wants and what she should do."

Liang Yuan said, "Excuse me, I haven't been a ghost for very long. I'd like to ask, is it only when a ghost possesses a human that it can come into contact with other people?"

Lu Xin, Liang Kaiyuan, and I were all taken aback, our gazes met, and we all chased after An Xin.

I wonder if Liang Yuan drank too much wine while he was alive, because he seemed a bit confused.

But it was precisely this silly question posed by the idiotic car that gave us a clue.

If we're talking about 'being a ghost,' I'm the least experienced. Talking about becoming a vengeful ghost and fighting people is just a matter of having a fierce heart. In reality, our group can't even communicate with normal people anymore.

Now that An Xin has received Shen Fangyun's consciousness, she can see us and also interact with living people.

This solves at least one very big problem.

At worst, I could still persuade Yan Fengwei through An Xin to stop entangled with that quack doctor.

What originally appeared to be only three stories has now transformed into a skyscraper. The staircases leading upwards seem to stretch on and on.

After going up a few more floors, Liang Yuan belatedly pointed to the number on the wall and asked, "This is the ninth floor? Why is the 'nine' reversed?"

I can't be bothered with this idiot.

Lu Xin then chimed in, "Guess how many floors there are in total?"

Liang Yuan froze, then, as if suddenly realizing something, a look of horror crossed her face: "Could it be the eighteenth floor?"

Lu Xin nodded with a pout: "It seems that there are eighteen levels of hell."

Liang Kaiyuan and I exchanged a glance, but remained silent.

Actually, I noticed on the fourth floor that the floor markings were reversed.

As the stairs seemed to stretch on endlessly, I wondered if they would ever end.

However, what I care about most is the label itself!
Now, even if this staircase really does lead to the eighteenth level of hell, I will still continue walking down it without hesitation, until a certain idea in my heart is verified, and someone's 'prophecy' is confirmed...

"Eleven floors..." Liang Yuan stopped, her voice and legs trembling. I said, "Stop talking nonsense, let's go!"

Lü Xin scoffed and said to Liang Yuan:

"I don't know which level of hell you'll go to if you beat your wife, but I do know that even if Ox-Head and Horse-Face were waiting up there with their soul-snatching ropes and soul-severing knives, they wouldn't be able to stop this kid."

Lu Xin was right. In fact, at this level, my own thoughts had almost been confirmed.

An Xin stopped on the next floor.

I looked at the number '12' written upside down on the wall and urged her to hurry up.

'Twelve' reversed is 'twenty-one', so what about thirteen...?

Suddenly, voices came from one side of the corridor.

The voice was very soft, and it was impossible to hear what was being said, but it was certain that it came from this floor.

My first thought was—Yan Fengwei chased him all the way to the twelfth floor.

I said to An Xin, "Go check it out quickly! Remember, don't make a sound. If you can ambush him, hit him with a club. If... if Brother Yan gets seriously injured, you run away!"

An Xin's lips curled up slightly. "You care about me?"

I didn't respond, and instead ran towards the direction from which the sound came.

As I passed through the second door, I caught a glimpse of someone inside out of the corner of my eye.

I stopped and looked inside; there did indeed seem to be a figure in the darkness.

However, the sound that was gradually becoming clear was not coming from inside this room.

Worried about Yan Fengwei's safety, I decided to follow the sound first.

This is not a real building; there are only a few rooms on each floor.

When they reached the last room, they saw no one else, but the voices turned to the back.

As I walked back, the sound came from behind me again.

After careful observation, I realized that the voices were not coming from a fixed location, but rather seemed to be ethereal, swirling around the entire floor.

At this point, it was clear that it sounded like two people were talking, and one of them even sounded like a woman.

However, I still couldn't hear what was being said.

They had no choice but to return to the room where they had seen the figure earlier.

An Xin was smart; she had already turned off the flash.

Looking into the room, I slowly adjusted to the faint light filtering in from the window and saw that there were indeed people inside.

He was just one person, sitting at a table with his back to the door, his shoulders twitching from time to time.

I whispered to An Xin, "Don't make a sound, just listen to me. Do you know how to smack him? Sneaky up behind him, don't worry about anything, just hit him on the back of the head with the stick. Shout loudly as you hit him, that way you can use as much force as you can!"

An Xin nodded and was about to walk inside.

I quickly said, "Don't worry, he shouldn't be able to see me. Let me go in first and see who it is, so I don't hit the wrong person."

I tiptoed into the house, and when I went over to take a look, I was instantly stunned.

When Yan Fengwei returned to the clinic, he found himself fighting with the quack doctor.

In the chaos, I kept forgetting one person—the ride-hailing driver who brought us here!
The person inside was actually the driver!

On the broken table, there was a chipped plate and a large bowl.

The driver sat at the table, holding chopsticks and a bowl, repeatedly picking up food and eating.

However, both the bowls and plates on the table and the bowl in his hand were empty!

(End of this chapter)