Starting with dissecting ghost stories

Chapter 101 First Love

All sounds and sensations seemed to have drifted away from Wang Xinran.

Within her field of vision, red streaks of blood emerged from the cracks in the walls and floors, spreading across everything like a red fungal carpet.

Countless monsters swarmed around her; she could almost hear their whispers and murmurs, and she felt as if her vision encompassed the entire street...

She could see everything, she could hear everything, she even knew about the encirclement and deployment outside, and she could even hear their conversations and plans directly...

What she saw and heard was fragmented, just like her own heart; she had no intention of piecing it together and trying to understand it.

None of that matters anymore.

Now, all she can feel is that her brain is being gnawed away bit by bit by thousands of ants, but Wang Xinran has lost all desire to resist.

Perhaps, when I can no longer feel this one and only pain, everything will be over?

I will forget all of this.

Dad... Mom... Ah Lei...

Shen Xing...

"Happy..."

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Wang Xinran felt a warm touch on her left shoulder, and a familiar, gentle voice came to her ear.

Unlike other noisy murmurs, that voice was so real and vivid, as if it were right next to my ear.

Can you hear me?

Shen Xing's voice came again, this time even closer, as if whispering in her ear. She could even feel that familiar, warm breath.

This time, Wang Xinran's previously dull pupils finally moved.

Shen... Xing...?

Giving up thinking is easy, but rebuilding thinking, recalling past memories, and piecing them back together is a difficult and painful process.

She felt the dull pain in her brain intensify, and Wang Xinran clutched her head in agony. Fragments of countless memories began to piece together in her mind, and among these fragments, she found her own.

Shen Xing... has arrived...

She watched him walk in through "their" eyes...

Now stand right behind you...

This time, after Wang Xinran regained consciousness, she found that the range of what she could hear and perceive was even farther away.

Her monstrous abilities evolved once again through the previous resonance.

She heard footsteps approaching her.

"No...don't..." Wang Xinran raised her hands, trying to cover her eyes.

She couldn't bear it, couldn't imagine seeing Shen Xing like that, she couldn't tolerate seeing the person she loved become that bloody mess... it would only make her more desperate.

But when Shen Xing squatted down in front of her, Wang Xinran was stunned.

There were no monsters, no noise, and no shadows in front of them.

Shen Xing knelt down in front of him, looking at him quietly. He had faint dark circles under his eyes, but his expression remained gentle.

Tears streamed down Wang Xinran's face.

"It's alright now, calm down." Shen Xing reached out and gently brushed aside Wang Xinran's long hair that was draped over her forehead, revealing her face.

The erosion marks on her forehead were even larger than before, completely covering the original scar on Wang Xinran's forehead.

Moreover, when Shen Xing brushed aside the other person's hair just now, he noticed that several clumps of hair fell to the ground with his movement. The hair follicles above the black honeycomb holes could not grow, and the erosion had already spread to the top of the head.

Fortunately, Wang Xinran still retained her sanity, which means there is a way to cut off the abnormality on her forehead without triggering a berserk state.

Shen Xing was carefully observing the abnormality on Wang Xinran's forehead, but Wang Xinran was still enduring a needle-like pain in her brain.

The memories of those who were on guard outside the street were also constantly being poured into Wang Xinran's mind.

She heard their discussion, sensed their tension, saw what Shen Xing had said in their memories, and witnessed Shen Xing entering the apartment building alone in their field of vision.

Pain, numbness, despair, joy... countless complex emotions intertwined in Wang Xinran's mind.

"Aren't you afraid of me, Ah Xing?" Wang Xinran asked with a smile, tears still streaming down her face.

Shen Xing did not speak.

It would be a lie to say he wasn't afraid. With his back to the black beehive behind him, he felt every hair on his body stand on end. He was constantly on guard and wished he could move one eye to the back of his head.

"Thank you for coming to save me... Ah Xing." Wang Xinran didn't press Shen Xing for an answer, but continued, "But... the more you act like this, the more I feel unworthy of you..."

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"From the first time I saw you, I thought, 'This guy is so handsome...and so nice. He probably wouldn't be interested in me, right? It would be nice to have a meal together...'"

""

Wang Xinran continued talking to herself, her thoughts becoming clearer and clearer. She seemed to be gradually regaining all her senses and emotions, and was rebuilding the personality of "Wang Xinran".

Shen Xing simply knelt in front of her, listening in silence.

"Sizzle..."

""

Shen Xing heard Lu Lingyun's voice through his earphones.

"Zzz...her current condition...seems to be recovering...zz..."

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"Try...sizzle...persuade her...to disperse the crowd..."

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"Ninth Detachment... will do its utmost..."

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"Try to bring her back to normal..."

""

Lu Lingyun seemed to have also heard Wang Xinran's words through the walkie-talkie and came to the conclusion that the matter could be resolved peacefully.

Lu Lingyun believed that Wang Xinran had the potential to be taken in, or even incorporated into the organization.

When Shen Xing heard Lu Lingyun's words, Wang Xinran in front of him seemed to have heard them as well, even more clearly and distinctly than Shen Xing, as if she were right next to him.

"Ah Xing..." Wang Xinran extended her right hand, placing her index finger against Shen Xing's lips, and spoke in a slightly hoarse voice, "Can you listen to me a little longer?"

Shen Xing nodded.

"I'm already a monster... but I'm happy because I know how to use my abilities... I'm also happy, but I still can't figure out your true thoughts..."

Wang Xinran slowly moved closer to Shen Xing's left ear, where he wasn't wearing an earphone. The black honeycomb-shaped hole on her left temple was also getting closer and closer to Shen Xing.

Shen Xing remained motionless in his position.

Since there's an even bigger black honeycomb behind us if we retreat, it's better not to move.

Wang Xinran whispered into Shen Xing's left ear, as if making a secret, "I'm so scared... so scared of sensing your true feelings for me right now..."

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"Ah Xing... I like you... Can I ask you for a favor?"

Shen Xing's Adam's apple bobbed, and he slowly said, "Okay."

"Can we make up for last night's kiss?" Wang Xinran smiled brightly, her tone exceptionally relaxed, as if she had returned to the girl who had been laughing happily on the street not long ago, walking home with Shen Xing.

At this moment, Shen Xing could not see the expression on Wang Xinran's face, nor could he guess what she was thinking. However, he could feel a few warm tears dripping onto his neck.

"I think if I do this... I can go back to that happy feeling..."

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"That way... even if I lose consciousness or die, those who were influenced by me will live on with this final happiness until the very end... at least it's happiness, not sadness, right..."

"Ah Xing... let me forget all of this..."

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Please...

'

"Kill me..."

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Unfamiliar tears soaked Shen Xing's clothes.

The kind girl in front of me, after regaining her senses, had no will to live.

Even so, she still wanted to leave behind those who had been influenced by her...

Don't let your despair continue to affect you.

"good..

""

Shen Xing nodded slightly.

The kneeling position prevented the round-headed nails under his feet from touching the ground any further.

This also made Shen Xing feel a bittersweet emotion that he had never experienced before and could not understand at all.

What kind of feeling is this?

Shen Xing looked down at Wang Xinran, who was already hugging him tightly. She slowly raised her head, closed her eyes, and gently kissed him with her bloodless lips.

Shen Xing's "first love" is dry, empty, devoid of any passion or affection, and even carries a hint of the saltiness of tears.