False evidence

Chapter 372 The Woman with an Umbrella Inside the House

I glanced at the time on the dashboard; it was already 10:30 p.m.

The No. 9 bus stop is located in a remote area, and it was raining, yet there were still twenty or thirty people standing on the platform.

As soon as the boy finished shouting, another gust of cold wind swept through the car.

Then look at the man and woman; they had already gotten off the car and were walking lightly toward the gathered crowd.

I secretly clicked my tongue, wondering if it was just bad luck or my own, that I was seeing so many 'good friends' tonight.

I dared not linger any longer and wanted to leave quickly, but through the rearview mirror I saw that the boy was still in the car.

Why aren't you getting off the bus?

"There are two more, and they can't leave yet."

As the boy spoke, he handed him a cigarette.

Again?

I was about to refuse, and just as I was about to say, "Don't push your luck," he had already handed me the cigarette.

I turned my head angrily, and suddenly every hair on my body stood on end.

The boy's head was missing halfway, his face was covered in blood, and he was still holding a cigarette, nodding at me with a sheepish grin.

"Holy crap!"

Even with my strong constitution, I was so frightened by this scene that I almost screamed.

Just then, I smelled a refreshing fragrance.

Suddenly I felt dizzy and lightheaded, followed by a sharp jolt.

The feeling was like falling off a cliff in my sleep, which startled me so much that I opened my eyes and woke up.

Looking closely, I realized the car was still parked at the factory gate.

Erpang, nestled in the passenger seat, actually started snoring.

Turning around, there was no one in the back seat.

Was I dreaming? I didn't go to any bus stop for route 9 at all?
I picked up the phone, opened the navigation app, and surprisingly, there were no navigation records!
"Buzz...buzz..."

My phone suddenly vibrated, and I jumped, almost throwing it away.

"Second-rate!"

The call was from Gao He.

I took a deep breath and answered the call.

"Hey, we've arrived at the hospital. Are you still there?"

I said yes.

Gao asked me if I had noticed anything?
"No, we've searched upstairs and downstairs, but we haven't found anything."

"Then you should go home right away. I'll bring people over for a thorough search first thing tomorrow morning."

After hanging up the phone, reflecting on what had just happened, I felt increasingly uneasy.

After thinking it over, I opened the camera app, pointed the camera at the odometer, and pressed the shutter.

"Erpang! Fatty!"

I nudged Erpang.

His neck suddenly drooped downwards, his head hit the car door, and he opened his eyes.

Although he opened his eyes, he was still snoring.

I was both amused and exasperated. What new habit has this kid developed? Sleeping with his eyes open?

I grabbed the flashlight, intending to shine it on him.

Unexpectedly, when the lights were turned on, his eyes looked as if they were covered with a layer of keratin, dull and lifeless!
I was really shocked. I pushed him a few more times, but I couldn't wake him up no matter what I did.

Are you still dreaming?

I pinched my thigh, and it hurt terribly.

"His soul must have left his body!" Lu Xin said in his mind.

"Separation of soul?"

My mind raced, and I wanted to ask Lü Xin whether he had actually been to the No. 9 bus stop before.

Before I could even ask the question, I inadvertently saw through the car window a woman in a dress standing at the factory gate! My nerves snapped to attention, and after a moment's hesitation, I pulled out the keys and got out of the car.

I locked Erpang in the car, holding a flashlight in one hand and an iron fan for self-defense upside down in the other, and walked over quickly.

That was indeed a woman.

She was facing inwards from the door and had her back to the outside, so I couldn't see her face. I could only see that she was holding a transparent umbrella and that her dress was pink!
Jiang Yazhen!
The moment that name popped into my mind, I couldn't help but shudder.

Although seeing a ghost doesn't necessarily mean you're afraid of the dark, and I've been in contact with corpses more than once, the thought of the surveillance footage from the funeral home still makes me feel uneasy.

Can a motionless dead person and a walking corpse be the same thing?

"Jiang Yazhen?"

I tried calling out, but there was no response.

I instinctively gripped the iron fan tightly, held my breath, and stepped forward.

When they were less than two meters away from each other, the other party suddenly walked into the factory in a strange posture.

I really want to back out, but what about Erpang?
My intuition tells me that his unusual behavior is directly related to this factory and Jiang Yazhen.

I gritted my teeth and quickened my pace to catch up.

As soon as I entered, I felt my feet were slippery.

Looking down, I saw that a foot was stepping on a footprint.

The footprints were wet, clearly left by a woman's feet, and she wasn't wearing shoes.

However, when they shone their flashlights on the ground ahead, they couldn't find any other footprints.

The woman entered from the outside and left clear footprints, indicating that she had a physical form.

But whether she was alive or dead, how could she have left only one footprint?

Looking up, I saw the woman already holding an umbrella and walking up the stairs to the second floor.

I swallowed hard, tiptoed to the stairwell, hesitated for a moment, and then braced myself to step onto the stairs.

Although I tried to walk as quietly as possible, my sneakers still made a slight sound as they rubbed against the metal of the welded iron stairs.

I've been very careful, but I can't completely keep quiet.

The woman above was walking so heavily, how could she make no sound at all?
As I reached the corner of the stairs, I suddenly heard what sounded like people talking on the second floor.

I instinctively paused, strained my ears to listen carefully, but the sound had vanished.

When I looked up again, I suddenly realized that the woman had vanished!
I thought to myself, "This is weird."

If something can suddenly disappear, then it's neither a person nor a corpse.

But now, with the revelation of the ghost hand, I have gained a considerable degree of sensitivity to certain things.

Otherwise, when I first arrived here, I wouldn't have been able to immediately recognize that the boy who offered me the cigarette wasn't human.

If that woman is Jiang Yazhen's ghost, how could I not sense it?

The voices just now...

It sounds like a man...

"Erpang!"

I went up to the second floor in a few steps.

The voices came again.

The man spoke in a low voice, but he was definitely a man.

To discern the direction from which the sound came, I was afraid of startling Erpang's spirit, so I walked over even more cautiously.

When the light shone on the door of the first room, there was another wet footprint.

Just like the ones seen at the main gate, they were barefoot, and belonged to a woman!
I held my breath again and walked slowly to the door.

Looking inside, there were indeed people inside.

However, it was clear that the person inside was not Erpang, and there was more than one person.

Inside were a man and a woman. The man was sitting in a chair with his back to the door, so his face was not visible.

The woman was the same one they had seen before. Although she was in a room, she was still holding that transparent umbrella. She stood in the corner, facing inwards, completely still.

(End of this chapter)