Feng Shui live broadcast: A haunted house worth 50 million is not worth living in

Chapter 746 Murderous Ghost Dream

"The official explanation is sudden death," Lin Xue sneered, "but I know that's not true. There's nothing wrong with their bodies. It's like... they were frightened to death by something."

Chen Yile was silent for a moment: "Okay, I will investigate this matter."

After hanging up the phone, Chen Yile immediately packed up and prepared to leave.

He turned on his computer and typed "Dongcheng City Death Incident" into the internal search tool. Soon, he found some related reports.

"In the past three months, three strange deaths have occurred in the eastern part of the city," he muttered to himself. "The deceased all experienced the same nightmare three days before their death."

He opened the map software and marked the addresses of the three victims.

Zhang Xiaoyun lives in an old residential building in the center of Dongcheng City, Li Ming rents a small apartment on the outskirts of the city, and Wang Fang lives above a supermarket in the city center.

"There seems to be no connection between them." Chen Le frowned, "Is this just a random curse?"

He decided to go to Zhang Xiaoyun's home first, perhaps to find some useful clues.

Zhang Xiaoyun's home is located in a six-story residential building in the city center.

Chen Yile stood downstairs and looked up. The lights in the corridor were dim.

He took a deep breath and walked into the unit door.

The elevator was broken, so he had to go up by stairs.

With every flight of stairs he climbed, his heart beat faster.

The corridor was filled with a damp and musty smell, as if no one had cleaned it for a long time.

"Boom boom boom——"

Chen Yile knocked on Zhang Xiaoyun's door.

"Who is it?" A woman's voice came from behind the door.

"I'm Chen Yile, Zhang Xiaoyun's friend." He lied. "I heard she's not at home recently?"

"Yes," the woman's voice hesitated. "She's dead."

Chen Yile was stunned for a moment: "Are you her family?"

"I'm her roommate." The woman opened the door. "My name is Li Xiulan."

Chen Yile walked into the house. The living room was filled with cardboard boxes and other debris, and the air was filled with a faint smell of disinfectant.

"Has Zhang Xiaoyun moved out?" he asked.

"No, she didn't move away." Li Xiulan's voice suddenly became low, "But she is dead."

Chen Yile's heart skipped a beat: "When did it happen?"

"Three days ago." Li Xiulan sighed, "She would wake up screaming every night, saying she had dreamed of a scary face. But she couldn't remember the specifics the next day."

Chen Yile looked around and his eyes fell on a diary on the coffee table. He walked over, picked up the diary, and opened the last page.

"That man's face is so scary." Zhang Xiaoyun's scribbled handwriting caught her eye. "I don't know why I keep dreaming about him. I feel like my life is being drained away bit by bit..."

Chen Yile's hands trembled slightly. He continued to flip through the diary and found a vague outline of a human face on the last page. It was a pale, distorted face.

"This is..." He raised his head and looked at Li Xiulan, "Do you know what this is?"

"I don't know." Li Xiulan shook her head. "She never mentioned it."

Chen Yile put the diary back where it belonged and walked to the window. The night outside was pitch black, with only the faint light of the street lamp.

"Has Zhang Xiaoyun been anywhere recently?" Chen Yile asked.

"She often worked overtime until very late," Li Xiulan recalled. "Sometimes she would go to an old hotel in the city center to rest."

Chen Yile's heart tightened: "Which hotel?"

"The Oriental Hotel," Li Xiulan replied, "It's in the old town in the city center."

Chen Yile wrote down the name. He turned and walked towards the door: "Thank you for your cooperation."

"Wait!" Li Xiulan suddenly called out to him, "I think I saw a photo..."

Chen Yile turned around: "What photo?"

"It's the face in Zhang Xiaoyun's diary." Li Xiulan's voice trembled. "That night I saw her taking a selfie in the mirror. Her expression was strange, like she was afraid of something."

Chen Yile's heartbeat quickened: "Can you show me the photo?"

"I'm not sure where her things are." Li Xiulan hesitated, "I can help you look for them."

Li Xiulan dug out Zhang Xiaoyun's phone and handed it to Chen Yile. He opened the album and quickly found a selfie.

In the photo, Zhang Xiaoyun is standing in front of the mirror with a terrified expression on her face.

She looked through the lens, towards a certain direction in the mirror.

A blurry face can be vaguely seen in the mirror - it is the face of the mysterious man!

Chen Yile's fingers trembled slightly. He enlarged the photo and looked at it carefully, and found that the face seemed to have some strange energy.

A sudden dizziness flashed through his mind, as if an invisible force was trying to invade his consciousness.

"What's wrong with you?" Li Xiulan asked worriedly.

Chen Yile quickly adjusted his breathing: "It's okay, it might be a problem with the phone screen."

He returned the phone to Li Xiulan: "Thank you for your help."

After leaving Zhang Xiaoyun's house, Chen Yile stood in the corridor and took a deep breath.

The cold wind brushed against his cheeks, sobering him up a bit. He took out his cell phone and called Lin Xue.

"Did you find anything?" Lin Xue asked.

"Zhang Xiaoyun mentioned that man's face in her diary," Chen Yile replied, "and there's a selfie on her phone where she vaguely sees that face in the mirror."

"It seems this matter is more complicated than we thought." Lin Xue was silent for a moment. "How do you plan to continue the investigation?"

"Let's go to the Oriental Hotel first." Chen Yile said, "Zhang Xiaoyun has been resting there recently."

"Be careful," Lin Xue warned, "supernatural events like these are often accompanied by great danger."

After hanging up the phone, Chen Yile looked up at the night sky. The stars were twinkling, but it made him feel even more lonely.

Chen Yile stood at the door of the Oriental Hotel. The cold wind whistled past, blowing up the fallen leaves on the ground.

This is an old hotel built forty years ago. The exterior walls are dilapidated and some of the glass on the windows is broken.

There was a faded sign hanging at the door, and the words "Oriental Hotel" on it were already blurred.

He pushed open the door, and a damp, decaying smell hit him. The hall was empty, lit only by a dim chandelier dangling from the ceiling. The desk at the front desk was covered in dust, and the dial on the telephone was rusty.

"Is anyone there?" Chen Yile shouted.

After a long time, an old lady with a hunched back came down the stairs slowly. Her hair was gray, she was wearing a worn cotton-padded jacket, and her face was covered with wrinkles.

"Are you here to stay?" the old lady asked in a hoarse voice.

"No." Chen Yile approached the front desk, "I'm here to investigate Zhang Xiaoyun's case."