PD -Chapter 70 Trespassing into a Haunted House

I saw that the funeral might not have ended yet, so we didn’t plan to stay any longer… The corpse had already been cremated, leaving nothing useful to examine.

Right now, I was more interested in seeing the scene where the deceased had died.

We wandered around the funeral, casually picking up bits of conversation from the family.

Because the death was strange and the condition of the body was horrific, the deceased’s wife decided after discussion with relatives to take their daughters back to her parents’ home. That left the original house empty.

We even managed to hear the exact address. I exchanged a glance with Liu Xiaoqiang, signaling him. We planned to slip away quietly and go take a look.

The two of us left the funeral unnoticed and drove to a villa area on the outskirts of the city.

The villas here weren’t particularly high-end. The area was remote; it used to be a rural village, so property prices were cheap—and there weren’t many buyers either.

The deceased had clearly been middle-class while alive. A modest villa like this was affordable for his family. After entering the area, we quickly found the Sun family residence using the house number.

But we didn’t have a key, so naturally we couldn’t just walk in.

We stood in the garden outside, peering through the glass—but we still couldn’t see the interior clearly.

After hesitating for a moment, I placed my hand on the keyhole of the front door and sent my spiritual energy into the lock. With ease, I opened it.

This trick made Liu Xiaopeng stare in shock. He clearly hadn’t expected spiritual energy to be used in such a way.

I didn’t bother explaining and quietly slipped inside with him, gently closing the door behind us as we prepared to investigate.

The villa’s design was the work of some unknown local developer. The layout was poorly planned and extremely impractical, which made the lighting inside very dim. On top of that, it was an overcast day, making the interior feel even darker.

Since we had broken in, we couldn’t just turn on the lights… If someone outside noticed, they’d probably think we were burglars.

“Zhang Haiyu said the police found the body in the bathroom,” Liu Xiaopeng said, pointing toward a frosted-glass sliding door in the corner of the living room.

“That matches what the victim’s youngest daughter said. She was summoning Bloody Mary in front of the bathroom mirror,” I replied, glancing at Liu Xiaoqiang as I slowly approached the bathroom door.

As we walked over, I noticed something odd about the living room design—it used an excessive amount of mirrors. The sofa backdrop and even the TV wall were covered in reflective surfaces. I couldn’t help thinking the designer must have been from a previous century…

Walking through the passage between the sofa and TV area, our reflections appeared simultaneously in both mirrors. In the dim environment, it felt as if there were four people moving with us, creating an eerie illusion.

When we got closer, we saw bloodstains spreading out from the frosted glass sliding door. Although they had been cleaned, the dark red traces were still clearly visible.

We slowly pulled open the sliding door and entered the bedroom. There, in front of the mirror, was another patch of blood that had been washed but was still clearly noticeable.

I raised my head to look at the large oval mirror in front of us. The reflection inside stared back at me as expected.

But at that moment, I suddenly felt that the person in the mirror wasn’t me at all—it felt like a stranger from another world, peering at us through the glass, trying to observe our actions.

“Brother Han, what exactly is the principle behind Bloody Mary? Does she appear no matter who summons her?” Liu Xiaopeng asked, carefully avoiding the mirror as he frowned.

I shook my head.

“This is actually the first time I’ve heard of a real incident caused by Bloody Mary. The concept itself isn’t new. With how developed information is now—and with the strong export of American culture—the Bloody Mary legend has long been widely known…”

“Especially among young people. I remember when we were in college, girls in dorms used to talk about it and even tried it, but nothing ever happened.”

“Then what determines her target?” Liu Xiaoqiang muttered, seemingly talking to himself as much as asking me.

I was still thinking about it when suddenly we heard a noise from outside.

Liu Xiaopeng and I exchanged a glance, both instantly tensing up—the sound clearly came from someone opening the door.

Could it be the victim’s family returning? But didn’t his wife say they had moved out and wouldn’t come back anytime soon?

“What do we do?” Liu Xiaopeng whispered.

I quietly cracked open the door and looked outside.

A girl walked into the living room.

Liu Xiaoqiang and I quickly hid deeper inside the bathroom, but it was already too late. The living room lights turned on, and the girl spotted our shadows through the frosted glass door.

“Who’s in there?” she shouted immediately.

Through the gap, I saw her walk to the coffee table and pull out a baseball bat from underneath.

“Get out! If you don’t come out now, I’m calling the police!” she yelled, gripping the bat tightly.

I sighed and exchanged a look with Liu Xiaoqiang. We had no choice but to raise our hands and walk out, showing we meant no harm.

“You… how did you get in?” the girl asked in shock the moment she saw us.

“We…” I stammered, unsure how to explain.

She cut me off. “You’re not my dad’s colleagues at all! What are your real intentions? If you don’t tell me, I’m calling the police!”

She took out her phone.

I quickly raised my hand. “You’re Sun Yuxin, right? Don’t call the police yet. We really mean no harm. We just think your father’s death was suspicious—something terrible must have happened to him. We don’t want it to happen to anyone else, so we came to investigate.”

“What terrible thing?” she frowned. “You mean a cerebral thrombosis?”

I shook my head. “I think you can also tell that your father’s condition wasn’t a typical case of cerebral thrombosis. And since you’ve come back here, you probably also want to check for anything unusual.”

“So… if you truly believe your father died from cerebral thrombosis, then go ahead and call the police,” Liu Xiaopeng added, using provocation.

Although we both looked calm, we definitely didn’t want to end up in a police station over this.

Fortunately, after a moment of thought, the girl lowered her phone and the baseball bat.

Both Liu Xiaopeng and I finally relaxed slightly.

I picked up a notebook and pen from the TV cabinet nearby and wrote down my phone number.

“If you notice anything unusual—or any danger—call me immediately. I’ll help you,” I said as I handed her the note.