bookcurios Chapter 223: Ghosts seeking revenge?
Chapter 223: Ghosts seeking revenge?
Old Tang said, "Did Xiao Zhang hire someone to beat him up?"
"But Xiao Zhang's family is from the countryside. How could she possibly have such ability?" Old Tang pondered, then suddenly asked, "Could it be Wen Zhixia? Didn't she say she didn't want to get married and didn't have a partner?"
Wang Xinjie's expression changed slightly.
In fact, Wen Zhixia's emotional status has always been a mystery to Wang Xinjie.
She had seen Wen Zhixia flirting with the rich and handsome man driving a G-Class, seen her exchanging gifts with the refreshing and handsome Chen Zhuo, and heard Xiao Zhang say that there were often men's voices in her dormitory.
But whenever you ask her, she says she is single, has no partner, and has no plans to get married.
"Tang Zheng," Wang Xinjie asked after returning to the bedroom, "Does the person who hit you have any other characteristics besides being called the boss's woman?"
Tang Zheng thought for a moment and said vaguely, "He was driving a jeep, and it was grand, nothing else."
Wang Xinjie thought about it, but had no idea.
"Then Old Tang, I'm leaving now," she said apologetically. "I'll go back to the hospital and find out for you. If it was really that little girl Wen Zhixia who did it, I'll definitely bring her here and make her apologize to you in person."
Despite her confident words, Wang Xinjie still felt vaguely uneasy on the way home.
If Wen Zhixia could leverage such a huge force, why would she come to Jinghai Hospital to work like a slave and suffer such grievances?
Wang Xinjie thought about it and still felt that it was unlikely.
She drove, thinking aimlessly, slowly heading towards home.
Although Wang Xinjie has earned tens of millions over the years, she still lives in an old house allocated by the city hospital.
She is not married and has no children. She has more money than she can spend. Now she can live a very comfortable life just by collecting rent and interest every day, but she is not satisfied.
Because in Jinghai Hospital, she has the final say. She can kill anyone she wants, and anyone she wants to bully will be helped by everyone in the hospital. With just one word, she can decide the fate of a young doctor.
This feeling of having everyone responding to her call excites her more than money.
As she was driving, she saw flames leaping on the roadside ahead.
Someone was squatting on the curb, burning paper.
Isn’t the Cold Clothes Festival over?
Why are you still burning paper?
Wang Xinjie looked at the paper ashes flying on the roadside and felt inexplicably uneasy.
The night wind blew, and the paper ashes flew away.
A piece of paper money swayed and floated down in front of her windshield.
"Oh my! What bad luck!!!"
Wang Xinjie turned on the windshield wipers impatiently, swept away the paper money, and sped up the car.
Came downstairs to the house.
She parked the car, looked behind her, and made sure no one was following her before walking towards the corridor.
Ever since Wen Zhixia followed her last time, she always felt that someone was following her.
The remaining account books were still in the trunk, and she hadn't had time to throw them away.
Maybe she was too tired recently, Wang Xinjie comforted herself, and she was just being overly nervous.
The car drove into the community and stopped downstairs.
As soon as she got off the car, Wang Xinjie smelled the smell of burning paper money again.
She looked around and didn't see anyone burning paper.
If you are upright, you are not afraid of the shadows being crooked!
Wang Xinjie walked towards the corridor while giving herself courage.
Just as I reached the stairs, something seemed to fall from above.
Wang Xinjie subconsciously looked down at the ground:
"Mom!"
She shuddered and almost fell down.
What fell to the ground were some unburned paper money.
There are also two photos mixed in.
There was a young woman vaguely visible on it, with long black hair and an expressionless face, who seemed to be looking at her.
With fear mixed with curiosity, Wang Xinjie reached out and picked up the photo on the ground.
In the dim light of the street lamp, she looked closer...
"what!!!!!"
At the first sight, Wang Xinjie suddenly let out a scream of horror.
Then she went limp all over and collapsed to the ground, unable to get up for a long time.
The woman in the photo is Li Wenjing.
Wang Xinjie was almost paralyzed with fear.
Paper money, photos, and the murdered Li Wenjing.
A series of scenes of wronged ghosts seeking revenge played out in Wang Xinjie's mind. She was sweating profusely and tossed her fat body around. It took her a long time to get up from the ground like a ball, limping and running into the corridor.
When I was almost at the door, I heard a sharp female voice.
"Wang Xinjie!!!"
Wang Xinjie staggered and fell on the steps.
The sound was sharp and shrill, and seemed very strange in the quiet night.
"Wang Xinjie, you will die a miserable death!!!"
"No, no, don't look for me..." Wang Xinjie's voice was filled with tears at this time. She climbed up the stairs using her hands and feet, looking extremely embarrassed.
"Li Wenjing, don't look for me," she trembled. "It wasn't just me who killed you. Ma Qingfeng was also responsible, as was Guo Hong... You wanted to jump off the building on your own, I didn't force you to do it..."
There was a piece of white paper stuck at the door.
Wang Xinjie stretched out her trembling hands and opened it to read:
[Wang Xinjie, Guo Hong, Ma Qingfeng, don't be so complacent!]
There were several bright red bloody handprints underneath.
This is Li Wenjing's suicide note. She posted it online. In order to calm public opinion, the hospital hired a cyber army company and deleted the note overnight.
At this time, she was about to wet her pants. She threw the suicide note on the ground, but was afraid of being seen by the neighbors. She endured the fear and put it in her pocket, opened the door, rushed into the house, then turned on all the lights, squatted on the ground and gasped for breath.
As the door closed, the recorder on the steps next to it also stopped working.
Immediately afterwards, Fan Xiaolin came out from the parking shed downstairs.
She looked at the bright lights in Wang Xinjie's house and sent a WeChat message to Wen Zhixia:
Is my shouting scary enough?
After sending the message, she picked up the photo of Li Wenjing on the ground and looked up.
Two figures appeared on the roof of the apartment building.
Fu Ruoshi was dressed in fluttering black clothes, and his deep eyes held an unfathomable expression.
There was still a piece of paper money left in his hand, and he released his thumb and let it fall.
"Don't throw you away," Wen Zhixia complained, "be careful not to be seen by the sanitation lady."
What she was holding in her hand was a photo of Li Wenjing.
Two hours ago.
When Fu Ruoshi said he wanted to play with Wang Xinjie, he meant it literally.
Since they had worked together to break down Dr. Li's psychological defenses bit by bit, now let her have a taste of the feeling of having her psychological defenses broken down bit by bit.
It's too easy to just give them a few years in prison.
The best punishment for such people is to make them toss and turn, live in fear and helplessness all day long, and only be able to live in despair and anger.
He had a printer in his car, and he printed out several copies of the photos and suicide note in minutes. Then he called a few employees of the Fu Resort to burn paper on the roadside to create an atmosphere.
Wen Zhixia notified Fan Xiaolin to come here to record and pick up the leaks.
Fan Xiaolin felt unsatisfied and yelled at her twice to scare her.
"Are you having fun?"
Fu Ruoshi lowered his eyes and looked at Wen Zhixia's relieved smile, with a warm light flashing in his deep eyes.
Wen Zhixia turned around and her eyes narrowed slightly when she saw Fu Ruoshi, as if she had tens of thousands of pranks hidden in her heart.
"What are you laughing at?" she said angrily. "You're really mean! Using Dr. Li's photo to make a joke like that."
Fu Ruoshi spread his hands indifferently, "If she were still alive, she would definitely agree with my approach."
Wen Zhixia couldn't refute.
Because such a noble young man has a head full of evil ideas to harm people. He may not kill anyone, but he can make people suffer mental breakdown and never forget it.
"To be honest, sometimes being a villain is really fun." She stood up and patted Fu Ruoshi's shoulder in praise. "Okay, time to call it a day. I'll go downstairs and get the recorder."
Fu Ruoshi couldn't hide the joy on his face when she praised him. He was just about to pull her to kiss her under the moon on the rooftop. How romantic.
The next second, the phone rang——
Who is it? How annoying!
Liu Zhen: [Mr. Fu, the locksmith is here]