50. The Beheaded Maiden

This conflicted with Chen Sheng’s understanding, and since this was a healing game, he could rule out many pointless possibilities—like the intern officer responsible for watching over this “old house” sneaking off for a date.

Or perhaps the intern officer had gone to deliver a carefully prepared gift to his beloved, only to arrive too early and now was hiding somewhere, crying.

“So, did the intern officer here die?” Chen Sheng ventured a guess fitting the current atmosphere.

“Why not just go in and check?” The little ghost girl stepped forward and passed straight through the door.

With a soft sound, the door opened from within.

Seeing this, Chen Sheng put away his gun.

Since no one came to open the door, he'd been planning to break in.

He hadn’t considered that ghosts could pass through walls—despite having watched many horror films, what normal person would think of that? Unless you really encountered a ghost.

Chen Sheng followed inside, muttering inwardly that bringing a ghost along was actually quite convenient—saving effort, and the ghost was quite useful, not just for sneaking through doors and picking locks, but for outdoor adventures as well.

After all, if you bring a dog along, a strong one might accidentally harm someone or be snatched away and sold to a butcher. A frail one, when danger arises and you hope it will protect you, might be thinking the same thing about you!

So, by comparison, bringing a ghost along was much more cost-effective!

And no need to scoop poop!

As Chen Sheng mused about these random things, he saw the ghost girl dart into a television.

The television was on at the moment.

“It seems she can establish a foundation here in the Afterlife,” Chen Sheng nodded, then walked up to the television.

It wasn’t a black-and-white TV.

Judging by its newness, it had been purchased recently.

The brand was familiar to Chen Sheng; he’d seen it in a shop on his second trip to “borrow” military supplies.

“This must belong to the intern officer…”

Chen Sheng turned off the television to save electricity.

He also realized that entering the Afterlife seemed to require using the television.

“What kind of strange setup is this? Is every household supplied with a Sadako?”

Chen Sheng couldn’t help but complain.

Suddenly, he felt a chill behind him.

There was no wind in the room, so the cold was unnatural.

Without thinking, he raised his hand and fired a burst of bullets behind him.

Bang, bang, bang!

As he used firearms more often, Chen Sheng was becoming increasingly skilled with them.

But shooting at supernatural beings was, of course, useless. However, Chen Sheng did manage to see who was faking as an air conditioner behind him.

It was a young girl.

Chen Sheng recognized her instantly.

Because around her neck was a conspicuous, bloody wound, flesh turned outward.

That honest ghost girl!

“So you live here!” Chen Sheng greeted her warmly.

The headless girl, floating in midair with a cold expression and vacant eyes: ???

What’s going on?

Seeing the honest ghost girl silent, Chen Sheng assumed she was shy and took the initiative: “We’ve met before. By the way, do you know where the police officer here is?”

“……”

After a while, the headless girl, almost making Chen Sheng lose his composure, stretched out a hand and pointed to the innermost room.

Chen Sheng looked over.

The “old house” had no lights on, so he could only see a dim corridor. At the end was a door, slightly ajar.

A faint light leaked from inside.

At first glance, it looked like someone hiding in their room late at night, quietly watching soap operas.

But Chen Sheng didn’t think so.

Because that “tool NPC”—now a companion—had said no one was in this “old house”! So, inside that room, only the intern officer’s corpse could be there!

Chen Sheng looked at the headless girl, hoping for more information.

But she just stared at him silently, her lifeless eyes tinged with a pale green hue.

“That’s it?” Chen Sheng finally asked.

The headless girl pointed again.

Still to the room at the end of the corridor.

In the gloom, the faint light seemed to beckon, everything so real it drew one in.

The scene was oddly unsettling.

Yet Chen Sheng remained calm; after all, to him, this was just a “headless girl NPC.”

“Hey, are you there?” Chen Sheng shouted.

It was just a greeting, but his voice carried the force of a heroic announcement, echoing through the “old house.”

The effect was immediate—a voice came from the room.

“Wait a minute, I’ll be right there.”

It was a young man’s voice.

“There really is someone?” Chen Sheng was a bit surprised. He glanced at the headless girl again, not expecting her to be so honest!

Then Chen Sheng called out, “Who are you?”

The voice from the room responded, but not with an answer—

“Wait a minute, I’ll be right there.”

Exactly the same as before.

The tone hadn’t changed at all.

This was clearly abnormal!

Chen Sheng raised an eyebrow and glanced at the headless girl, sighing and putting on a sorrowful expression, “Doggy, you’ve changed!”

Headless girl: ???

“Wait a minute, I’ll be right there.” The room at the end of the corridor echoed again.

Chen Sheng: ……

Is there a tape recorder in there?

Thinking this, Chen Sheng didn’t hesitate and shouted, “Shut up! I wasn’t talking to you.”

“Wait a minute, I’ll be right there.”

Chen Sheng: ……

It really is a tape recorder!

Just then, the headless girl who had been silent finally moved—her head began to spin round and round atop her neck.

Flesh and bone scraped together, producing a strange sound—not sharp, but deeply unsettling.

Chen Sheng was naturally drawn by the noise.

“Even with a broken neck you can play so enthusiastically?”

Though he joked, Chen Sheng felt that his “old acquaintance” was acting strange, so he raised his hand and summoned his “beginner equipment.”