bookrandom Chapter 748 The Newly Deceased
Chapter 748 The Newly Deceased
After Chen Yile returned to his residence, he decided to first find the person who knew about the dream murder case - Lao Liu.
According to the few words he heard at the Oriental Hotel, Lao Liu was a resident of Dongcheng City and knew some old news about the city.
He used his connections to find the person named "Lao Liu".
Soon, he found an old man named Liu Jianguo who lived in the old city of Dongcheng.
The next morning, Chen Yile came to the old town.
The streets here are narrow and crowded, lined with low-rise bungalows and grocery stores, and the air is filled with a mixture of oil smoke and coal smoke.
He found Liu Jianguo's home according to the address. It was a dilapidated brick house with all kinds of debris piled up at the door.
Chen Yile knocked on the door, and after a long time, an old man with a hunched back opened the door.
"Are you Chen Yile?" Old Liu squinted his eyes and looked at him.
"Yes." Chen Yile handed over a business card, "I'd like to ask you to help investigate something."
The old man glanced at the business card and smiled bitterly: "Young man, it's best not to ask too much about some things."
"I know this is dangerous," Chen Yile said sincerely, "but I have to uncover the truth."
The old man was silent for a moment, and finally nodded: "Come in."
Chen Yile followed Lao Liu into the room. The room was very small, with a few yellowed old photos hanging on the wall and a faint smell of cigarettes in the air.
"What happened that year..." Old Liu sat on a wooden chair, his eyes becoming dazed. "I was young then and witnessed it all with my own eyes."
He lit a cigarette and said slowly, "That year, a similar incident occurred in Dongcheng City. Someone saw a terrifying face in their dream and died mysteriously three days later. Many people thought it was an accident."
"What happened next?" Chen Yile asked.
"Later, someone discovered the truth," Old Liu sighed. "It turns out all this was done by an evil spirit. This evil spirit would attach itself to people's dreams, gradually draining their vitality.
Finally, a Taoist priest used a special method to seal the evil spirit and warned future generations: "If anyone breaks the seal, the evil spirit will awaken again."
Chen Yile's heart skipped a beat: "Where is the seal?"
"It's in the basement of the Oriental Hotel," Lao Liu replied. "That hotel was built eighty years ago and was originally a stronghold. After it was converted into a hotel, the evil spirit has been hiding there ever since."
"Why did the evil spirit choose the Oriental Hotel?" asked Chen Yile.
"Because many people died there." The old man's voice deepened. "Evil spirits are born from those wronged souls."
Chen Yile felt a chill running down his spine. "So what's going on now? Has someone broken the seal?"
"It's very likely." Lao Liu nodded. "If you go to the basement of the Oriental Hotel, you will definitely find evidence."
Chen Yile decided to go to the basement of the Oriental Hotel immediately. He came to the door of the hotel again, but this time he didn't tell anyone about his plan.
He quietly went around to the back of the hotel and found an iron door leading to the basement. The iron door was covered with rust, but it was still tightly closed.
Chen Yile took out the tools he carried with him and spent ten minutes prying open the iron door.
A cold wind mixed with a foul smell blew in his face. He turned on the flashlight and illuminated the stairs in front of him.
The stairs were very steep and each step was covered with moss.
Chen Yile walked down carefully, and the beam of the flashlight illuminated the wall of the basement.
There were several yellowed photos hanging on the wall, showing a group of people escorting another group. The photos were blurry, but one could vaguely see that the faces of those people were filled with fear and despair.
Chen Yile continued walking forward and suddenly found a worn talisman with intricate patterns painted on it and the edges were badly damaged.
"This is the spell that seals the evil spirits." He muttered to himself, "It seems someone has deliberately destroyed it."
Just as he was about to study the spell carefully, he suddenly heard footsteps behind him.
"Who's there?" a hoarse voice sounded.
Chen Yile turned around and saw a man wearing a mask standing at the stairs. The man had a sinister look in his eyes and held a dagger in his hand.
"Who are you?" Chen Yile asked vigilantly.
"It's none of your business." The man sneered, "The things here don't belong to you."
Chen Yile quickly took a few steps back: "Why did you destroy the spell?"
"Because I want to resurrect the evil spirit." The man's voice was filled with madness. "It will help me fulfill my wish."
At this moment, Chen Yile's phone suddenly rang. It was Lin Xue calling.
"Chen Yile! Wang Fang is dead!" Lin Xue's voice was filled with panic. "She died early this morning, and her symptoms were exactly the same as Zhang Xiaoyun and Li Ming's!"
Chen Yile's heart skipped a beat: "Has she ever been to the Oriental Hotel?"
"I've been to her house," Lin Xue replied. "She has a photo of the Oriental Hotel on her phone."
Chen Yile hung up the phone and turned to look at the man: "Did you kill them?"
The man didn't answer, but suddenly rushed towards him. Chen Yile quickly dodged, and the two of them started a fierce fight in the basement.
At this moment, a piercing chill suddenly enveloped the entire basement. Chen Yile felt dizzy, as if an invisible force was eroding his consciousness.
"Go!" the man shouted. "The evil spirit is coming!"
Without giving it any thought, Chen Yile quickly rushed up the stairs and fled the hotel. He looked back at the door of the Oriental Hotel and could vaguely see a pale, distorted face in the moonlight - the face of the mysterious man.
After returning to his residence, Chen Yile lay in bed for a long time, unable to fall asleep. The man's face and the strange scene in the basement kept appearing in his mind.
He turned on his phone and sent a message to Lin Xue: "Check the location and time of Wang Fang's death as soon as possible."
Lin Xue quickly replied, "Wang Fang was at home by herself. There was a photo of the Oriental Hotel on her phone, but no record of her having been there."
Chen Yile frowned: "This means that the evil spirit has begun to pass through the victim's nightmare."
The basement of the Oriental Hotel is the source of the evil spirit. The spell has been broken, and the evil spirit is about to fully awaken. Wang Fang's death shows that the evil spirit has begun to affect more people.
He took a deep breath and closed his notebook.
The sunlight from outside the window shines into the room through the curtains, casting mottled light and shadows on the floor.
He stood up and walked to the window, looking at the city view. This prosperous city was gradually turning into a nightmare.
The pace must be accelerated, as the development of things is gradually beyond his imagination.