Nightmare Apostle

Chapter 1437: Chapter 892: The Phone Call

Chen Moting is dead, dead during the day, while with her teammates, an outcome that took everyone by surprise.

She was clearly a survivor from last night, having successfully escaped the Ghost’s attack. In everyone’s mind, she should have been the safest person today.

But such a person suddenly died in front of everyone, and in such a tragic manner.

Looking at the twisted and horrifying face behind the cabinet door, a chill ran through everyone’s hearts. This meant that daytime was no longer their safe period; day or night, they could be hunted by the Ghost at any time.

In the end, it took both Chen Nang and Yang Xiao to finally "pry" Chen Moting’s body out of the cabinet.

The space in the cabinet was originally vertical, not small, capable of storing large pieces of information or hanging clothes. Chen Moting could easily hide inside by crouching down.

But now only about one-third of the bottom space was "occupied." Chen Moting’s entire body seemed compressed, limbs broken, spine shattered into pieces, neck broken, head misplaced between her legs, with blood flowing from her facial orifices—her death was truly horrific.

This scene was more shocking to Yang Xiao and the others than Su Xiaomin’s body burnt to charcoal.

Jiang Qingluan, squatting on the ground, was in charge of inspecting the body. After a while, she looked up and said confidently, "That’s right, her limbs and spine were forcibly broken by a tremendous force, as was her neck. Most of her ribs were also broken."

"We can say that there are hardly any intact bones in her body. That force was terrifying, some of her bones were crushed to powder." Jiang Qingluan lifted the corpse’s left arm, showing it to everyone.

The arm, raised in mid-air, was twisted in an extremely unbalanced manner, short at the front and long at the back.

Yang Xiao cautiously touched the area of the forearm, where the long, thin bone beneath the flesh was broken into several pieces, among which were many uneven fragments.

With Jiang Qingluan and Munan examining the entire body, no signs of sharp weapon injuries were found. Chen Moting was tortured to death by this terrifying brute force.

Jiang Qingluan judged that this torture wasn’t an instantaneous burst, but rather lasted for a period of time, because numerous abrasions were found on the body’s skin surface, caused by Chen Moting’s violent struggle in pain.

But from the results, all of this was in vain; she died in the end, and in such a miserable way.

"Last night, you also saw Su Xiaomin’s corpse, burned to death, different from Chen Moting’s manner of death. I suspect that the ones who killed the two of them were not the same Ghost," Zhou Mingxiao said, steady and deep-voiced, after surveying the room.

"I agree with Mr. Zhou’s opinion, and this Ghost that can kill during the day is even more dangerous." Yang Xiao added while looking at the corpse on the ground.

The body had been found, but the next key was to find out the reason Chen Moting was killed.

Everyone understood that this was merely the beginning; the Ghost would appear again, day or night, and unless the reason was found, more people would die.

The group exited the dim, abandoned hall and returned to the spacious, brightly-lit office. The contrast between the two settings was like hell and heaven.

As the warm sunlight once again shone on them, the cold and eerie feeling gradually faded, and everyone felt as if they were coming back to life, breathing much easier.

"Yang Yan, you were the last one with Chen Moting. Try to recall carefully—before she disappeared, did anything strange happen?" Yang Xiao asked.

Yang Yan was frightened by the corpse earlier, and only now did she slightly regain her composure. Under the pressure of everyone’s eyes, she thought and thought, but still shook her head, her voice filled with despair, "No, really no, I don’t remember."

"How could there be nothing? I don’t believe it. How could a living person just disappear for no reason?!" Wu Zhuo, who had been struck by Yang Xiao’s heavy-handed approach, was now confronting Yang Yan, shouting with feigned confidence.

"Shut up." Yang Xiao glared at Wu Zhuo. It wasn’t out of vengeance, but because Yang Yan was already very scared, and frightening her more would be counterproductive.

This time, warned again by Yang Xiao, Wu Zhuo learned his lesson and fell silent instantly, not even daring to make eye contact with Yang Xiao.

"Sister Yang Yan, since you say you can’t remember, then at least you should have some impression of where Chen Moting was at the last moment, what she was doing, right?" Jiang Qingluan asked sympathetically, trying to communicate with Yang Yan, "Let’s re-enact the scene. You play yourself, and we’ll have someone play Chen Moting."

At these words, the atmosphere cooled notably. Truth be told, the idea wasn’t bad, but the risk was the issue, because after all, the last "Chen Moting" died inexplicably.

But Yang Xiao had a plan. His gaze skipped over everyone and locked directly onto a tuft of Yellow Hair standing on the edge, "Hey... Wu Zhuo, you’ll play Chen Moting!"

"Me?" Wu Zhuo widened his eyes, looking at him incredulously.

"Yes, you."

"But I’m a man," Wu Zhuo protested.

"It doesn’t matter, the Ghost doesn’t distinguish between men and women when killing," Yang Xiao explained considerately.

"But this isn’t fair, why should it be me?" Wu Zhuo kept backing away. Though his nature might be a bit bad, he wasn’t stupid; Yang Xiao clearly intended to use him as an experiment.

Stroking his chin, Yang Xiao nodded slowly, "You want fairness? Alright, then we’ll have fair democracy, let’s vote by raising hands."

After saying this, Yang Xiao was the first to raise his hand, "Those in favor of choosing Wu Zhuo, raise your hand."

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