Soul Patch

Chapter 193 The Terrifying Reflection

Wenjie and Liu Qingqing stepped into the residential area, where the landscaping and decorations gave off a sense of oppression. The buildings were spaced evenly apart, the streets were spotless, and even the plants were meticulously maintained.

This made Wenjie and his companion unconsciously lower their voices as soon as they entered the residential area, and Liu Qingqing didn't even dare to breathe loudly.

"Liu Qingqing... Liu Qingqing..." Wenjie called out as he looked at the building number.

Seeing Liu Qingqing tiptoe to his side, looking at him with a puzzled expression, as if asking what he wanted.

"Why didn't you answer when I called you?" Wenjie asked, somewhat puzzled.

Liu Qingqing leaned on Wenjie's shoulder and whispered, "This neighborhood is weird, I... I'm a little scared."

"..."

Wenjie was speechless for a moment. He pointed to the building number and said, "This is number 17. I guess the building in front is number 18."

With their target in sight, the two of them quickened their pace.

The two followed the address to Unit 2 of Building 18. Upon entering the elevator, Wenjie pressed the button for the 6th floor without hesitation.

"Why not take the elevator to the sixth floor?" Liu Qingqing finally let out a sigh of relief as she entered the elevator. She looked around the elevator and then her gaze fell on the constantly scrolling numbers: 1, 2...

Wenjie glanced at Liu Qingqing. After all, Liu Qingqing had completed more system tasks than him. Since she had made the suggestion, Wenjie decided to ask her for clarification.

So he asked suspiciously, "What's wrong? Do you think there's something wrong with the elevator?"

As they were talking, the elevator reached the 6th floor. Wenjie pressed the elevator button but didn't step out. He seemed to be waiting for Liu Qingqing's answer.

Liu Qingqing stepped out of the elevator in a few steps, turned back and smiled at Wen Jie, saying, "No, it's just that once during a mission, the other side cut off the power as soon as I got on the elevator. I was trapped in the elevator for seven or eight hours, and before I could be rescued, the mission was completed by other patch carriers."

"..."

Wenjie shook his head helplessly, and couldn't help but sigh that Liu Qingqing, who was just a minor character, was really lucky.

As soon as he stepped out of the elevator, he suddenly had a strange feeling. It was as if the air had become much heavier, making it difficult for him to breathe.

He glanced at Liu Qingqing, who showed no sign of distress, still smiling at him as she looked to her right and pointed to room 602.

"So you finally came, hahaha," a shrill voice pierced his eardrums, carrying the familiar aura of death, instantly surrounding him.

He recognized the voice; it was the old woman in black robes from last night!

He reached out and stopped Liu Qingqing: "Did you hear that?"

"What did you hear?"

"There was an old woman speaking in a shrill, harsh voice..."

"Wenjie, I suggest that if you manage to get out of here alive, you should see a psychologist. I feel like you're under too much pressure..."

"..."

Wenjie made a shushing gesture, because after that sound, the door to room 602, which had been tightly closed, suddenly opened.

He seemed to be drawn by some force, and moved his feet toward the room.

It was an elegantly decorated two-bedroom apartment with a spacious living room furnished with a black leather sofa...

As soon as Wenjie stepped into the living room, he felt something was wrong. The room was too dark, and it seemed that all the windows were blocked by blackout curtains.

"Is anyone home?" he called out into the room.

No one answered; there was no sound in the room. It seemed to have been empty for a long time, with a musty, musty smell everywhere, and a layer of dust on the sofa and coffee table.

Even if no one is in the room, where is Liu Qingqing?

He turned his head and saw that Liu Qingqing had not followed him in, and the door a few steps away from him had been closed at some point.

The door closed silently, without him noticing, which meant he was locked in this closed room.

His heart sank, and he reached out to touch the wall.

Just as his hand touched a square plastic partition, which must have been the light switch.

"Don't turn on the light!" Just as he was about to press the switch, a little girl's terrified scream came over.

His hand trembled slightly in mid-air.

"Who?" He looked in the direction of the voice and saw a small dark figure appear at the bedroom door.

Judging from her figure and height, she should be a five or six-year-old girl. Wenjie tentatively asked:

"Are you Li Shiman?"

"..."

The other person turned around and walked into the bedroom, which was completely dark, and the girl's figure quickly disappeared into the darkness.

"Li Shiman, come out here!"

"Li Shiman, you are sick. You should go back to the hospital for treatment."

As Wenjie spoke, he approached the bedroom. The pitch-black environment was too oppressive. He reached the bedroom door and turned on the bedroom light with a snap.

"Ah! Ah!" the little girl screamed and curled up under the bed. "Turn it off, turn it off now!"

"Why? Why are you afraid of the light?"

"Turn it off, turn it off now!" Li Shiman struggled violently under the bed like a madwoman.

Wenjie was worried that if this continued, it would trigger other symptoms of Li Shiman's hysteria, such as partial loss of bodily functions, inability to walk, inability to speak, or even inability to breathe...

He quickly turned off the light: "Okay, okay, come out now!"

Sure enough, after the lights were turned off and everything was dark, Li Shiman crawled out from under the bed. She slowly approached Wenjie and took his large, warm hand in her own cold little hand.

"It's alright, don't be afraid!" Wenjie squatted down and hugged the small, thin figure.

“Mom said I’m sick,” Li Shiman said calmly, as if she were talking about someone else, her voice so flat it sent chills down your spine.

"How did you get sick?" Wenjie asked softly.

“I was born with a red mark on my chest, and my mother said I might not live past six. Then I got sick when I was five.”

A mark on the chest?

If it were just a birthmark, it wouldn't be fatal. It seems that the mark on her body has some significance.

"Does the birthmark still exist? Can you take a look, Uncle?"

"No, the red marks started fading when I was five and have been there ever since. They've disappeared now. Uncle, my sixth birthday is in a few hours. Am I going to die then?"

"..."

Wenjie was at a loss for words. He stared into the little girl's eyes for a moment. Her eyes shimmered like obsidian in the darkness, radiating a cold, sharp light.

"The mark was dark red with a blackish sheen. Inside, liquid seemed to be circulating in a certain pattern, vaguely forming a woman's face. The face was so lifelike that it seemed to have a life of its own as the liquid flowed."

In the dead of night, this mark slowly seeps into my blood and steals my body.

One day when I was five years old, I looked in the mirror and saw a terrifying reflection.

(End of this chapter)