Heavenly Official Sends Evil

Chapter 985 The Girl's Strange Illness
On the old hexagonal coffee table, there are two hexagonal glasses, and the jasmine tea in the glasses is gradually unfurling in the hot water.

A camera on a tripod was set up next to the coffee table, its lens pointed at the three people sitting awkwardly on stools opposite the coffee table.

Sitting in the middle was a girl named Wang Xueying. She was wearing a gray short-sleeved shirt and shorts, and her exposed arms and legs were bandaged. Her fingers unconsciously wiped her cuffs, as if she was afraid of something.

On her left and right were her parents, Yang Qiqi and Wang Hong. Both of them were wearing clean old clothes, and they looked anxious and tired. Wang Hong's arm was also bandaged, indicating that he had been injured.

Two men were sitting on the sofa in front of the coffee table.

One was a reporter carrying a bulging backpack, wearing a baseball cap, sitting crookedly on the sofa, his face full of impatience.

The other was the photographer, who was tall and looked very young. He was sitting upright on the sofa, sweating on his forehead, and seemed a little nervous.

After a brief silence, Wang Hong said to the reporter, "Look, would you like to take your backpack off first? It's not very comfortable sitting like this..."

"Picking them would be too much trouble to carry them back. Just say what you want, we'll take pictures and leave without any unnecessary small talk..."

The reporter's attitude was terrible, with an inexplicable arrogance, which made Wang Hong feel disregarded. However, since they needed the reporter's help, they had no choice but to swallow their anger.

"Let's start filming, let's save some time."

Upon hearing this, the photographer quickly turned on the camera and pointed it at the reporter.

The reporter, holding a microphone from Fuyuan TV, took off his baseball cap, revealing his distorted curly hair, and wore a formulaic smile:

"A teenage girl is suffering from a strange illness, and her parents' cries go unanswered. Where did this inexplicable illness come from? Let's hear from our reporter Wu Yanzu!"

Yang Qiqi's lips trembled before she finally mustered the courage to speak, her voice seeming to drift from a great distance:
"Let me tell you. A month ago, when I was changing my daughter's sheets, I was surprised to find bloodstains on them."

Reporter Wu scoffed: "It's normal for a girl this age to have bloodstains on her sheets, what's the big deal..."

Yang Qiqi interrupted reporter Wu loudly:
“These aren’t normal bloodstains. There are more than twenty bloodstains, each only the size of a pinprick, and they’re scattered in different places. I asked Xueying what happened, and she only said that she didn’t sleep well last night.”

"But at the time we didn't pay attention, we just thought it was some small bugs, or that Xueying had a wound and moved around while sleeping, causing bloodstains to appear in different places. But none of us expected that it would be the beginning of something terrible!"

Yang Qiqi took a deep breath and dug her fingertips into her palm.

"Later, Xueying's complexion became paler day by day. The doctor said she was anemic, but her condition did not improve after taking the medicine."

"Until last week, when I washed her sheets again, I found..."

Wang Hong silently got up, took out a rolled-up cotton bed sheet from the inner room, and with a swish, he unfolded the sheet, a rusty smell spreading out.

The photographer shuddered in fright. The bed sheet was covered with countless tiny, reddish-brown bloodstains, each the size of a sesame seed…

Reporter Wu frowned; he realized something was wrong.

“We examined her body and found many bruises the size of sesame seeds, but Xueying said that these bruises were painless and did not need to be worried about.”

“From that night on, Xueying never slept well again. She often woke up in a fright from her dreams. I asked her what happened, but she couldn’t say anything.”

"Fifteen days ago, to put her mind at ease, I slept with her. Around midnight, I saw..."

Yang Qiqi took out her phone and showed a video to reporter Wu.

The video showed a girl's arm with over a dozen bulges, resembling small tents, that were constantly rising and falling. Collapse, bulge, collapse, bulge...

The photographer instinctively leaned back, the terrifying scene sending chills down his spine. It seemed as if something alive was beneath the girl's skin; the undulations of the small tents possessed a certain rhythm, and a faint friction sound could be heard.

Thump, thump, thump...

"These symptoms are appearing more and more frequently, and now Xueying's body is covered in bruises."

Wang Hong gently unwrapped the bandages from the girl's arm, only to find that her once smooth arm was now covered with dense, dotted bruises!

The gruesome scene gave the photographer goosebumps, and then he was astonished to discover that the bruises were even more densely packed than the goosebumps…

The girl hurriedly covered her arms, not wanting anyone to see her ugly appearance.

“Don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid… What sins have we committed to deserve this suffering for our child?”

Yang Qiqi quickly hugged her daughter and burst into tears, unable to continue the story.

Wang Hong rubbed his face and sighed:
"Next, I'll speak."

"After that, the bruises on Xueying's body were no longer painless; just touching them would make her scream and cry in agony, and even more bizarre things happened in our house."

"The plants are withering, the fish are dying inexplicably, and the water pipes are always leaking..."

"Last night, after I fell asleep, I suddenly felt a sharp pain. When I opened my eyes, I saw Xueying staring at me with her eyes wide open, holding a handful of needles in her hand, and she was stabbing me like a madwoman, while shouting as she did so."

"Why am I the only one suffering? Why can you all sleep soundly? Why, why..."

Wang Hong touched his wound: "It's not Xueying's fault. She was just driven almost crazy by the torture, and she was too weak to hurt me very badly. She was the one who suffered the most afterwards, so I don't blame her."

"But this incident made me realize that things couldn't be delayed any longer!"

"That's why I came to you. I hope you can spread the word about what happened in our family. There are so many people in the world, surely there are others with the same symptoms as Xueying, surely someone knows how to cure her. Please, you are our last hope!"

"I have a question for you."

After hearing the story, reporter Wu held the microphone to Wang Hong's mouth.

"Excuse me."

"Why didn't you take her to the hospital after her condition became serious?"

"Hospital?"

Wang Hong was speechless, seemingly deep in thought. After a dozen seconds of silence, he said, "You've seen Xueying's condition. These symptoms aren't an illness at all, but something much stranger. The doctors can't do anything about it."

"Then why didn't you call the police?"

Wang Hong froze again, his thoughts were stuck, and he himself seemed not to understand why so much time had passed and he and his wife had done nothing.

(End of this chapter)