Free Web NovelChapter 543: Chapter 471: Freak
Ju Juan’s mind went blank, the female ghost... was peeing, and she was doing it standing up. She had never imagined that the ghost in front of her was actually a man!
No wonder they could never find out the identity of the female ghost, because they had been wrong from the very start!
Soon, the oddly dressed male ghost with disheveled hair, wearing a skirt and high heels, finished urinating, occasionally leaving a few streams of blood-stained urine on the ground.
Hidden behind the curtain, Ju Juan witnessed everything, not daring to breathe heavily. She was waiting, waiting for the ghost to leave.
But the next second, the male ghost in a skirt suddenly turned around, his eyes filled with resentment glaring at Ju Juan through the gaps in his long hair. Before Ju Juan could react, the only barrier between them, the curtain, was torn apart. She was grabbed by her hair and dragged out of the bathtub, slamming hard against the wall.
"Thud!"
Ju Juan’s head felt like it was about to explode from the pain, and she suddenly felt warmth on her face. Her head had been smashed open, and blood gushed out in large amounts.
"Thud!"
"Thud!"
After several violent impacts, Ju Juan was left with half a life. She lay on the ground, struggling weakly, extending her right hand to reach for the doorknob, but her hand was quickly caught. The other’s hand was as cold as if it had just been taken out of an ice cellar.
Her right hand’s middle finger and ring finger were each grabbed by two ghostly hands and jerked viciously to either side. Ju Juan let out a scream unlike any human sound as her right hand was torn open down the middle like a piece of roast chicken. Flesh, bone, and blue veins were all exposed, splattering blood everywhere.
But this was just the beginning. The cross-dressed male ghost pressed down on Ju Juan’s head, stomping chaotically on her head and body with high heels, laughing a horrific, bellows-like "huff, huff" laugh as the sharp heels pierced Ju Juan’s body, even crushing her face.
He stomped with the heels, kicked with the toes, smashed with his forearms, tearing the intact skin into shreds. Ju Juan’s eye sockets were shattered, her right eyeball hung outside, tethered by a few blood vessels. Even though she had completely lost all signs of life, the abuse didn’t end.
The thudding beats and the sinister "huff huff" laughter combined, echoing within the long-silent villa.
Meanwhile, in a residential area not far from the villa, Yang Xiao sat in his bedroom, flipping through the notebook in front of him, feeling restless all night.
He tried several times to lie down and sleep, as it affected whether he would be full of energy the next day, but he gave up each time, choosing instead to sit up and look through the notebook again.
Besides recording some mechanical study content, the rest of the notebook was filled with endless abuse and malicious curses.
Page by page, Yang Xiao was repeatedly shocked by the malice of these abusers. According to the handwriting, he carefully distinguished and judged that the curses and abuse were left by three people, likely the scumbags who were expelled from school: Fei Yong, Sha Meihui, and Hu Yuan.
Among the many malicious curses, Yang Xiao sensitively noticed several high-frequency terms, including but not limited to: freak, weirdo, hermaphrodite.
Out of curiosity, Yang Xiao flipped to the first page of the notebook, where a name was written with a fountain pen in clear and elegant handwriting: Wang Zhongli.
So it seemed that this Wang Zhongli was the owner of the notebook and the victim of bullying by Fei Yong and the others.
Lying on the bed, Yang Xiao stared at the white ceiling, hoping to find new clues tomorrow and to bring an early end to the nightmare.
...
The next morning, Yang Xiao, as usual, hurried to the gate of the villa complex to meet up with his two teammates, but unfortunately, only Monk Wukong showed up.
Ju Juan, who had stayed in the villa the night before, did not appear. Yang Xiao called her, the phone rang but nobody answered.
Upon hanging up, Yang Xiao didn’t even hesitate before calling Lian Jinsun and Zhang Man. After confirming their safety, the outcome became clear—Ju Juan had encountered trouble.
They didn’t rashly go to the villa. It wasn’t until Lian Jinsun and Zhang Man’s teams had arrived near the villa complex gate that everyone gathered and hurried to the villa.
There was nothing unusual on the first floor of the villa, but upon opening the door of the second-floor bedroom’s bathroom, a ghastly scene unfolded, causing Che Xuexiang to turn deathly pale. Wen Chongxian, who was the most cowardly, went weak at the knees, not daring to step forward as he retched continuously.
Fearing he would vomit nearby, Zhang Man directly ordered him to get the hell away.
The narrow bathroom had been turned into a veritable hell on earth; there was blood everywhere—on the walls, in front of the mirror, even on the toilet and the ceiling. Ju Juan’s corpse lay in a strange position on the ground, her neck twisted, her body mangled and bloody.
After examining Ju Juan’s body, Lian Jinsun stood up and slowly exhaled a deep breath, his voice hoarse, "She was tortured to death. There are marks of violent struggle on her limbs. She suffered a terrible death and struggled for a long time."
Seeing the torn shower curtain, Yang Xiao roughly reconstructed the scene of the crime. Ju Juan was hiding in the bathtub when the ghost dragged her out.
"Who of you stayed in the haunted house last night?" Yang Xiao turned and asked.
"It... it was me," said Che Xuexiang, who lived in a rental, with a pallid complexion. She was clearly shaken by the horrific sight as well. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com
Wen Chongxian, who stayed in a hotel, carefully popped his head around, "And me."
"Where did you all hide?"
"In the bathroom as well, we all agreed on it yesterday," Che Xuexiang and Wen Chongxian gave the same answer.
All three were in the bathroom, yet it was Ju Juan who was killed. Yang Xiao had a fair understanding of their team member Ju Juan. Though not particularly smart, she wasn’t stupid either; from the manner of her death, it looked like she never left the bathtub until the very end.
Amidst the numerous bloodstains, they once again found that bloody shoe print, located near the toilet, its tip pointing directly at it.
The more Yang Xiao looked at the toilet, the stranger he found it, but he couldn’t articulate why. Then, it suddenly hit him, "Someone used this toilet!"
"Huh?" Everyone was taken aback.
This remark also drew Lian Jinsun’s attention. His experienced eyes took in the scene, and he understood instantly, "Indeed, this toilet is too clean. Look, there is blood all around the rim and on the lifted seat, but there’s hardly any blood inside the bowl, which is impossible given the amount of blood spattered all around!"
"Someone used the toilet after Fierce Ghost finished killing, which washed away the blood inside," Zhang Man, a sharp thinker, caught on immediately.
"No, that’s not right, this... this was done by that female ghost, it was the ghost who used the toilet!" Zhang Man quickly added.
Hearing this, Yang Xiao shuddered, the scene all too familiar. He suddenly remembered that night in Xiang Ma Town, how he had been lured there by the sound of a flushing toilet. Following it down the stairs, he had come upon that dilapidated bathroom with its door ajar.
