Nightmare Apostle

Chapter 963: Chapter 681: Ghost Phone Call_2

"Kids, where is your mom?" Beibei squatted down, naturally using her body to block the boy’s line of sight.

Upon hearing the word ’mom,’ the boy’s eyes dimmed, his head hung low, holding his sister’s hand tightly, he whispered, "She left, dad often hit her when he was drunk, she couldn’t take it."

"Mom didn’t abandon us. She often comes to the school to see us, bringing us snacks and little skirts, but dad cut all the skirts to pieces with scissors." The little girl shielded behind the boy lifted her face with a trace of grievance.

"Useless trash..." Yang Xiao glanced at the man dead on the sofa, thinking it was good that such a weakling was dead.

But the most important thing now was to find out the cause of the man’s death, more precisely, to find out this ghost’s method of killing.

"Are you usually locked up here? Are these wounds also new from his beatings?" Yang Xiao asked patiently, as time was of the essence.

"Yes." The boy nodded, warily glanced in the direction of the man, whispering, "Dad didn’t let me and my sister come out, he said looking at us annoyed him."

"How long have you been sent back to your bedroom?" Beibei asked, "I mean, when was the last time you saw your father?"

"Dad came back drunk at 11 PM. He hit me and my sister and told us to reflect on ourselves in there."

Yang Xiao roughly calculated that the man had died shortly after beating the boy and his sister.

"Did you notice anything strange after he returned, has anyone visited during this period, or... have you heard any strange sounds?" Yang Xiao bombarded with questions.

The soundproofing of this old house wasn’t great, something Yang Xiao had experienced. The boy hadn’t even spoken when the girl behind him timidly said, "We usually don’t have visitors. Dad... after dad received a phone call, he got really angry and smashed things."

"Around what time?" Yang Xiao’s eyes lit up.

"I can’t remember, but it was soon after dad hit us, and I also heard dad cursing someone, saying some really nasty stuff, he kept asking who it was, to speak up! Saying something about a dead person, why don’t you make clear, things like that." The boy also recalled.

Beibei took out the man’s phone from her pocket, shaking it slightly, "Does anyone know his password to unlock the phone?"

"0404, that’s his birthday."

Indeed, upon entering the numbers as the boy suggested, the phone unlocked. Beibei browsed through the call logs and, to her surprise, the phone displayed only one call record within the last day, made 1 hour ago.

The caller was noted as ’Worthless Bitch’.

Beibei read out the number, and indeed, with the boy’s confirmation, it was their mother’s phone number.

Yang Xiao turned to look at the body on the sofa, his brows creasing. The man had died over an hour ago, how could he possibly have made that call.

The call had also gone through, showing a duration of several seconds.

After questioning the two children, they both confirmed that they hadn’t heard the sound of a phone call recently, and it had been very quiet outside.

After a brief period of thought, Yang Xiao concluded that the two calls were the key. The first call led to the man’s sudden death, and the second one was made after the man’s death, a ghostly call.

Of course, all this was predicated on the two children being normal.

Under Yang Xiao’s instruction, the two children took off their shirts. Yang Xiao carefully examined them with the Ghost Lantern, but found no Ghost Handprints or any abnormalities. fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm

Beibei took the man’s phone, and they were about to leave. Their next actions were very dangerous, and they couldn’t take the two children with them. Yang Xiao told the children to stay and continue to remain in that small bedroom, to keep things as they were before.

Since the boy and girl had been safe all this time, it indicated that the bedroom was secure.

After sending the children back to the bedroom, the boy suddenly grabbed Yang Xiao’s sleeve and whispered, "Thank you, but please don’t come here again in the future. Every time people from the community come, dad takes it out on my sister, and you can’t stop him."

"I can take care of it. You take your sister and hide well. After dawn, I will come to find you and take you to the city to study. Mom can come to see you anytime." fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓

"Really?" The boy’s eyes clearly showed some disbelief. Although he was young, the prolonged hardships had already honed his mind far beyond his peers. He had heard such false promises too many times to count.

"You don’t need to take me, just send my little sister away. No one is willing to take in two burdens at once." The boy spoke very quickly.

Yang Xiao, who had already turned to leave, turned back, greatly admiring the child in front of him, bent down, extended a finger solemnly, and said, "We men keep our words. I’ll keep my promise. My name is Yang Xiao."

"My name is Qi Cheng." The boy, imitating Yang Xiao, stretched out his hand and hooked Yang Xiao’s finger.

"Take good care of your sister. I’ll come to pick you up tomorrow morning."

"I’ll wait for you!"

After confirming that the door behind the wardrobe was closed, Yang Xiao checked the room again with the Ghost Lantern and then left with Beibei, not forgetting to close the room door before leaving.

Now they are unsure whether the Ghost’s method of killing is related to cell phones, since the Dark Army brother who died hadn’t used his phone at all, which was witnessed by everyone. But just to be safe, Yang Xiao still took the man’s phone and made sure the boy and girl didn’t have any other phones.

"Let’s go upstairs."

Yang Xiao led the way, with Beibei following behind as they continued up the stairs, faintly smelling the scent of blood.

Not long after they left, Qi Cheng sat on the bed with his sister, wrapped in a blanket. Suddenly, the stomach of the little sister in his arms grumbled. Neither he nor his sister had eaten dinner, both were hungry.

Qi Cheng reached into his sister’s pocket for the chocolate, but to his surprise, his hand found nothing; there was a big hole in the bottom of his sister’s pocket.

Qi Cheng walked around the bedroom but couldn’t find the chocolate. He remembered that it must have fallen in the living room outside.

"Ni’er, Brother will go pick up the chocolate and come back. You stay put and don’t move." Qi Cheng took off the broken slippers on his feet and walked towards the door barefoot.

"Brother, don’t go. I’m not hungry. Dad will beat you again when he wakes up." The girl in the bed called out to the boy.

"Don’t be afraid. Dad’s drunk and sleeping deeply. He didn’t even wake up when Uncle Yang Xiao and the others came just now. By tomorrow morning, Uncle Yang will come to take you to the city to study, and mom can visit you too." Qi Cheng turned back and smiled.

"Aren’t you going too, brother?" The girl seemed anxious.

Qi Cheng paused for a moment, his face stiffening momentarily before relaxing again as he smiled and said, "Brother is going too. You go first. Ni’er, you scout ahead for brother."

Qi Cheng raised a finger to his lips and made a shushing gesture to the girl, and sure enough, she covered her mouth with her small hands and blinked her eyes, daring not to speak.

Looking at the chocolate stains at the corner of the girl’s mouth, Qi Cheng smiled knowingly and then turned around, carefully opening the door.

It was somewhat dark outside since no lights were on. Qi Cheng tiptoed out of the wardrobe, and his anxiety eased a little when he saw his father "sound asleep" on the sofa with a blanket over his head. He tiptoed, bent down, and searched in the dark, quickly finding the misplaced piece of chocolate behind the front door.

Bending down to pick up the chocolate, Qi Cheng couldn’t help but lick his lips; it had been a long time since he had tasted something so nice. His mother would bring some candy when she secretly visited him and his sister, but he knew that his mother was also struggling, working alone outside, so he always told her not to buy expensive things, and the candies she brought were always fed piece by piece into his sister’s mouth.

Taking a deep breath, smelling the sweet fragrance of the chocolate in his hand, Qi Cheng turned around. But in that split second caught by his peripheral vision, he abruptly stopped in his tracks. His father, who was supposed to be sleeping on the sofa, was gone, leaving only clothes thrown on the floor.

At that moment, Qi Cheng felt his heart grow cold. He began to breathe rapidly, his eyes frantically searching around, but there was no sign of his father anywhere.

It was only when he looked towards the wardrobe that he noticed, in the shadows next to it, a pale and petrified face lifting up.

His father was crouched there, hands on his knees.