vrcanaries Chapter 724 Abnormal Sleep
Chapter 724 Abnormal Sleep
The two of them lay down for a while, recovered some strength, and then walked out of Jingyuan Mansion.
When they parted, Tang Lei said that if she encountered any trouble during future expeditions, she would ask Chen Yile for help.
Chen Yile nodded, indicating that it was no problem.
Back at the villa, Chen Yile continued his vacation, eating some delicious food, taking a bath, and starting a live broadcast to listen to fans bragging and chatting.
It was late at night and the rain was falling outside the window.
Chen Yile sat on a chair, the computer screen in front of him glowing with a faint blue light.
He has been live streaming for three hours today. His voice is a little hoarse, but he is still mentally clear.
As an anchor, he is used to nights like this.
In the live broadcast room, fans are always curious and ask: "Brother Yile, did you encounter anything new today?"
"Brother Yile, what's the scariest supernatural event you've ever seen?"
While answering fans' questions, he glanced at his phone screen out of the corner of his eye.
Suddenly, a private message popped up.
"Mr. Chen, please help me!"
This message comes from a fan named "Mother Lin".
"My daughter Hanhan hasn't woken up for three days. She's been sleeping all the time and I can't wake her up no matter what I do."
Chen Yile's fingers paused on the keyboard.
Although he has seen too many bizarre incidents, parents who care about their children always touch his heart.
"I'll go check it out," he replied.
After hanging up the live broadcast, he quickly packed up his equipment.
He carefully packed the necessary items into his backpack, and folded the spare talisman paper into small pieces and stuffed them into his pocket.
He knew what he was about to face, and it was always better to be prepared.
The rain was getting heavier and heavier, hitting the car window with a dense sound.
Chen Yile drove through the wet streets, and the street lights cast a hazy glow in the rain.
His fingers tapped the steering wheel lightly, a vague feeling of unease building within him.
"hope everything is fine."
He whispered to himself.
Hanhan's family lives in an old residential area.
After getting off the car, Chen Yile looked up at the building number. The building looked at least twenty years old, with mottled exterior walls and rusty security windows.
He walked up the slippery stairs, taking every step with extreme caution.
The corridor was dark, with only a few dim tungsten filament lights flickering overhead.
Finally reaching the fifth floor, Chen Yile stood at the door and took a deep breath.
He could feel a faint chill in the air, as if something was watching him from the shadows.
"Dong dong dong."
He knocked on the door.
"Who is it?" A woman's voice came from behind the door.
"I'm Chen Yile, Ms. Lin, right? I'm here to help Hanhan."
The door opened. A woman in her forties stood there, her eyes tired and anxious. Her hair was disheveled, and tears were still on her face.
"Master Chen, come in quickly." she said anxiously.
Chen Yile followed her into the house.
The living room is small, the furniture is old but tidy, and there are several children's paintings hanging on the wall, which are obviously Hanhan's works. The characters in the paintings have bright smiles and are full of childlike innocence.
"Hanhan is in the bedroom," Ms. Lin said. "She hasn't opened her eyes in three days."
Chen Yile nodded and followed her into the bedroom.
The bedroom was very quiet. A single bed took up most of the space in the room, and a little girl about ten years old was lying on the bed.
She clutched the quilt tightly, not even her face was visible, only a small part of her arm was exposed.
Chen Yile's heart suddenly tightened. He squatted down and observed the exposed arm.
Hanhan's body was so cold that she didn't look like a living person. Her skin was so pale that it was almost transparent, and her pulse was extremely weak, almost imperceptible.
"How long has she been like this?" Chen Yile asked.
Ms. Lin said: "Three days ago, she said she was very tired and has been sleeping ever since. I talked to her and touched her, but she didn't respond."
Chen Yile frowned. As an experienced psychic detective, he knew that this was not an ordinary sleeping problem.
He could sense a strange aura in the air, as if an invisible force was binding the girl's soul.
"Can I check it?" he asked.
Ms. Lin nodded: "Of course."
Chen Yile reached out and gently pressed Hanhan's wrist. His fingertips felt slightly numb, as if something was blocking his perception.
"strangeness."
At this moment, a cold wind suddenly blew in from the window. A corner of the curtain was lifted, fluttering gently in the air. Chen Yile's eyes involuntarily looked out the window.
It was pitch black outside the window, and the rain was still falling, but he always felt that something was watching him from the dark.
"Master Chen, what's going on?"
Ms. Lin's voice brought him back to reality.
Chen Yile shook his head: "I need to check it carefully again."
He pulled a compass from his backpack, and the compass needle began to swing wildly.
"There is indeed a problem."
At this moment, Hanhan suddenly let out a faint moan.
Her fingers moved slightly, as if trying to grab something.
"Hanhan! Hanhan!" Ms. Lin hurriedly held her daughter's hand, "Baby, wake up! Mommy is here!"
But Hanhan didn't react. Her expression remained calm, as if she was just having an ordinary dream.
Chen Yile's heartbeat quickened. He could sense an increasingly chilling atmosphere in the air.
This is not just a simple matter, there seems to be a powerful existence controlling everything.
"Ms. Lin, I need to borrow something."
"what?"
"A pair of scissors."
Ms. Lin looked at him puzzledly: "Scissors?"
"Yes." Chen Yile nodded, "She's holding onto the quilt too tightly. I need to cut it open."
Ms. Lin hesitated for a moment, but still took out a pair of scissors from the drawer.
Chen Yile took the scissors and carefully cut a corner of the quilt.
His hands trembled slightly because he knew what he might see next.
The moment the quilt was completely lifted, his pupils suddenly contracted.
Hanhan's body was intact, but her eyes were wide open. They were empty and lifeless, as if she was staring at the ceiling without any focus.
Even more bizarre was the faint black mist floating around her. The shape of this mist was unclear, but it exuded a suffocating sense of oppression.
"This is..." Ms. Lin's voice trembled.
"A nightmare," Chen Yile whispered, "but it's much more powerful than an ordinary nightmare."
He could sense the black mist trying to escape his sight, as if it knew its secret was about to be revealed.
"We have to act quickly."
Before he could finish his words, Hanhan suddenly screamed.
Her body suddenly sat up and the quilt slipped off her body.
Her hair hung in a tangled mass around her shoulders, and her face wore an expression of utter terror, though her eyes remained glassy.