Thriller Night Talk

Translator-Rhapsodite

Editor-PerpetualMreow, Proofreader-Ghostie

The mug suddenly soared up in the air, drawing a strange arc that completely violated laws of gravity before it bolted towards Cai Mingjian’s head.

“Thud!”

With a muffled sound, the cup hit Cai Mingjian squarely on the back of his head.

Poor Cai Mingjian didn’t even have a chance to scream before his vision went black due to the impact, as he fell head first onto the sofa.

Su Lan quickly turned around when she heard the movement behind her.

When she saw her husband lying sideways and motionless on the sofa, she was so frightened that her face turned extremely pale and she instinctively opened her mouth to scream.

However, Su Lan had only uttered half a syllable when she felt a strong force hold her firmly in place.

“Umm…”

Her scream was gagged by a ball of cloth that was suddenly shoved in her mouth.

At this time, the agent in the movie screamed and drove the sports car through the collapsing high bridge.

At the entrance, Jiang Nan’an was holding his mobile phone when he heard Wei Fuyuan on the other end of the phone speak.

[…Besides…there is…]

The signal from the other side seemed to be quite bad and the voice was intermittent. Jiang Nan’an couldn’t help but raise his voice, “What is there?”

[There’s… something…]

Through the receiver, Wei Fuyuan shouted while running.

At the same time, Su Lan discovered to her horror that the curtains in the living room seemed to have been possessed by a living predator, wrapping her from head to toe and lifting her off the floor.

“Mmm! Mmmmmmmmm!”

Su Lan’s whole body was wrapped by the curtain, and her mouth and nose were also covered. She couldn’t breathe, and couldn’t even make a sound.

She was frightened and terrified, twisting her body desperately, instinctively trying to break free from the shackles of the fabric.

However, nothing worked.

The curtains were still getting tighter and tighter wrapping Su Lan into a cocoon.

“Woo, woo!”

The curtain was almost completely wrapped around Su Lan’s face.

Only one of her eyes remained outside the heavy beige fabric. Through the little gap, Su Lan could only see Cai Mingjian, who had fallen on the sofa, not knowing whether he was alive or dead, and the agent on the TV screen who was shot just then.

——Help!

Su Lan’s tears fell continuously, and tear drops hanging from the edge of her eyes flowed down in different directions as she struggled.

The next second, she saw a face.

A strange woman’s face abruptly emerged from the tangled curtains!

——Help! Help!

——I don’t want to die!

——Who will help me!?

At the entrance, Jiang Nan’an frowned deeply when he heard the hissing electric noise through the phone, “What did you say?”

[There’s… something…]

Amidst the static murmur, Wei Fuyuan was anxiously trying to tell him what was going on.

Jiang Nan’an felt that the situation was not quite right.

It likely was more than just a bad signal.

“You mean, there’s something?”

Jiang Nan’an tried his best to piece together what Wei Fuyuan meant from the messy and broken words and phrases.

[Su: there’s something…] 𝗯𝗲𝗱𝗻𝗼𝘃𝐞𝐥.𝗰𝗼𝐦

[It’s not: it’s: something else -]

Jiang Nan’an suddenly froze.

In a flash, he understood the other party’s meaning.

Wei Fuyuan was trying to tell him that there was “something” besides Su Lan, not the black shadow, but something else!

Xiao Jiang put down his phone without a word, turned his head, and ran to the living room.

Immediately, a scene that made his heart almost stop suddenly appeared in front of him.

Su Lan was firmly wrapped by a ball of curtain cloth, unable to move, and could only twist her body weakly and futilely like a poor worm trapped by a spider’s web.

“Xiao Lan!”

Jiang Nan’an rushed forward, grabbed the curtain that wrapped around Su Lan, and pulled it down with all his strength.

“Rrrrrrrppppp”

The hooks were finally overwhelmed and they broke apart one after another.

The curtain cloth along with the girl rolled down and landed squarely on Jiang Nan’an, as the impact forced the two to roll into a ball.

Unfortunately, before Jiang Nan’an could turn over and get up, several spotlights above his head suddenly burst together, and countless pieces of glass shards that seemed to have self-consciousness smashed down towards the two people on the ground with their sharp edges aimed towards them….

—————–

August Sunday, the 8th, at 1:15 a.m.

The police car drove off in the national highway, and turned into a mountain road that could barely accommodate two cars side by side. It drove west for a while, and finally stopped in front of a small courtyard.

Four cars were already parked in front of the courtyard, and more than 20 police officers surrounded the courtyard to ensure that not even a fly could escape.

As soon as Bei Quan, Qingzhu, and A’Liu got out of the car, the person in charge of the task force came over.

Qingzhu revealed his identity as a member of “Special Seven Field Service” and communicated with the person in charge.

“Your people haven’t entered yet?”

He affirmed the other party.

“No.”

The person in charge– a middle-aged man in his late forties, was very polite and courteous towards Qingzhu.

“Our people are all here.”

The middle-aged officer lifted his chin toward the small courtyard, “No one has been in or out in the past twenty minutes, and no lights have been on in the house.”

Qingzhu nodded and turned to ask for Bei Quan’s opinion.

“Shall we go in now?”

Bei Quan smiled faintly, “We have to go in and take a look.”

Originally, according to Bei Quan’s intuition, when the details of the enemy were unknown, it would be best for only the three of them to enter, but the police were eager to arrest the suspect, and of course, asked to accompany them.

So after the discussion, the task force sent four criminal police officers with excellent professional quality to follow Bei Quan with guns. As long as the house was safe, they would arrest the criminal suspect Zhu Hongtao as soon as possible.

Bei Quan took out a pair of black gloves from the suitcase.

The gloves were so thin that one could see right through them. They appeared to be translucent rubber films at first glance. On a closer inspection, however, revealed a crisscrossed texture, which seemed to be woven by some kind of thin black silk.

Bei Quan put on the gloves, and the translucent silk fabric tightly clung to his hand, as if it was another layer of his skin.

After making preparations, he walked to the front of the small courtyard, reached out and pressed his hand on the lock of the door, and gave it a gentle push.

“Creak.”

The locked courtyard door was easily opened by him.

Unlike ordinary farmyards, this yard was not small, but there were no poultry like chickens, ducks and geese, and not even a dog to guard the yard could be seen.

In the middle was a small, square shaped three-story building with whitewashed walls that did not have a bit of fancy designs– like a matchbox, or more like a tombstone.

Every window in the small building was tightly closed, the curtains were drawn, and there was no light on. From the outside, it was impossible to see if there was anyone inside the house.

Bei Quan looked back at the people behind him.

Qingzhu nodded at him, indicating that he was ready.

So Bei Quan opened the front door of the house with ease, just like before.

Qingzhu and A’Liu’s reactions were very indifferent, but the eyes of the four officers with guns in the back unconsciously widened.

If they hadn’t confirmed that the courtyard door was locked just now, they almost thought that the suspect, Zhu Hongtao, was so big-hearted that he didn’t even lock the door.

The moment the door opened, everyone’s face sank.

A strange stench was permeating in the air.

If they had to describe it, the smell was a bit like the southern seafood market: Sea water with a salty and fishy stench mixed together, blended into a pungent damp smell.

But compared to the pure smell of the sea, this smell had an additional stench unique to rotting meat, together with the? smell of rotten wood emitted by the century-old gloomy dilapidated house that lacked repairs.

“This smell ……”

One officer could not resist speaking up.

“There’s no dead person in the house, right?”

His voice was not loud, but the possibility of “a dead person in the house” had put the officers on high alert.

They didn’t care if the suspect would be alerted, one of the officers felt the light switch by the door, reached out, and pressed it.

“Ah!!!”

The moment the lights turned on, the officer who touched the light switch covered his hand and let out a miserable scream.

“What happened to you?”

The other police officer immediately supported his companion, looked at the other’s hand, and then sucked in a sharp breath.

And the police officer who had touched the light switch stared at his palm with eyes wide open in disbelief.

The palm of his hand was covered with fine red dots, each the size of a needle tip. The blood droplets oozing out of the wound were not dark red, but thick and pitch black like concentrated ink.

The police officer was shocked and horrified and instinctively wanted to use his uninjured hand to touch the wound on his palm.

“Don’t move!”

A’Liu suddenly shouted.

Because of the issue of “race”, her pronunciation was always very soft, and even when she spoke loudly, one couldn’t hear the slightest sense of harshness.

But even with such a soft voice, the four burly police officers were shocked and frozen on the spot.

“Don’t move. Don’t touch anything!”

A’Liu added.

In the eyes of Bei Quan, Qingzhu, and A’Liu, this living room could no longer be called a living room.

It looked more like an oversized insect cage for raising parasites.

The walls, the ceiling, the floor, the furniture, everywhere was coiled with clumps and clusters of black yin, interspersed with wisps of dark red blood– the resentment condensed from the souls of people who died with hatred.

However, if ordinary people were exposed to this level of Yin Qi, they would definitely feel uncomfortable, and might get seriously ill when they went back. Although the skin would not immediately fester, black pus and blood from the wound would flow ceaselessly.

As a member of the Liu family, the girl was naturally very proficient in medicinal herbs and art of medicine.

So she could see at a glance that the injury on the police officer’s palm was caused by corpse poison. Although it was not fatal, if it was not handled properly, amputation would have to be considered.

That is to say, the strong Yin Qi that could be seen everywhere in the house was not only mixed with resentment, but also the poison of the corpses produced by the rotten things. Combined with the strange stench that was spread in the air, the answer was almost obvious.

“Rub your hands with this until it completely melts away.”

A’Liu took out a snow-white pill from the small bag she had with her and handed it to the injured officer.

Bei Quan also opened the suitcase, took out a stack of yellow talismans prepared in advance, and distributed a talisman to everyone to carry on their bodies.

“Okay.”

Then Bei Quan instructed the several police officers, “From now on, do not to touch anything in this house, follow us closely, and don’t stray away from the group.”