"Save me, save me..."
In the dark night, a small figure was curled up, crying.
Like a doll that could shatter at any moment.
...
In house number 1503.
Shen Jie was teaching Jiang Lin how to play online games, "You can choose a character first, and get familiar with its skills and attribute points."
"During practice, it's basically against bots, but when you get to ranked matches, it will be players from all over..."
He spoke for a while, and seeing no reaction from Jiang Lin, he paused, "Brother Jiang?"
Jiang Lin withdrew his thoughts, "What is it?"
"Are we playing tonight?"
Shen Jie glanced at the time, it was almost half past eleven, "Brother Jiang, if you're tired, you should rest early."
Jiang Lin thought for a moment, "Okay, I'll play next time."
After seeing Shen Jie off, Jiang Lin took out a message in a bottle from his embrace.
The note inside had already started to stir again.
He took out the note and placed it in his palm.
Glancing at the direction the note was moving, he stood up and resumed his ghost form.
Wearing his white robe, he moved as fast as the wind.
In the blink of an eye, he disappeared from the room.
This time, he should be able to find the wish-maker.
...
Knock knock!
"Is Brother Jiang asleep?"
Not long after Jiang Lin left, the door of 1503 was knocked.
At the door, Shen Jie returned with a plate of cut mango cubes.
Knock knock!
The room was silent, with no response.
"Asleep so quickly? I was going to bring some pre-sleep fruit..."
Shen Jie murmured, then turned back to his own room.
It seemed he would have to enjoy this plate of mangoes all by himself, hahaha...
One bite, one large piece of mango!
"Ding~"
The phone on the sofa lit up.
Shen Jie, while eating mangoes, casually reached for his phone to check it.
As he looked, the mango in his mouth almost choked him.
"Cough cough cough cough... The streamer is actually live!?"
He immediately stopped eating mangoes, and ran out the door.
He knocked on the next door.
Knock knock knock! Knock knock knock!
"Brother Jiang! Brother Jiang! Don't sleep, the streamer is live!"
"If you miss this chance, you won't get another!"
The Underworld Healing Daily live stream never had replays!
...
It was late at night.
The usually bustling neighborhood during the day had also become quiet, with hardly anyone outside.
The night wind blew, carrying a hint of coolness, obscuring the crescent moon with clouds.
Making everything appear hazy and indistinct.
After Jiang Lin flew out of the room, he constantly paid attention to the movement of the note in his hand.
Following the direction indicated by the note, he quickly arrived in front of building 9 of Roland Residential Area.
It took him a minute to confirm the exact location.
—2901.
It was a three-bedroom apartment, with the interior decoration predominantly in warm tones.
The curtains, the flower stand on the balcony, the decorative lights in the living room... it all looked like it had been meticulously arranged.
Leaving no doubt about the owner's care.
Of the three bedrooms, the master bedroom housed a middle-aged man sleeping soundly.
The other two bedrooms,
One was empty, and the other housed a little girl.
Jiang Lin flew in through the half-open window and immediately sensed the layout of the entire house, and... how many living people were inside.
Seeing the note lying still in his palm, Jiang Lin's gaze fell on the little girl sleeping in the side bedroom.
The girl looked about seven or eight years old, with hair down to her waist and a blunt fringe.
Her face was cute and tender, her skin pale from years of not seeing the sun.
Beneath her white nightgown, her small arms and legs were curled up.
At her feet lay a fallen sky-blue thin blanket.
"..."
At this moment, the girl's brows were furrowed, as if having a nightmare.
Her body trembled slightly, and tears streamed down her eyes.
Her lips parted slightly, but no sound escaped.
However,
Jiang Lin seemed to hear a childish voice, constantly saying:
'Save me, save me...'
He glanced at the note in his hand, so that's how it was.
What the message in a bottle recorded was the voice of the heart.
The voice of the heart, most of the time, is what cannot be spoken.
Just like this message in a bottle, until it's opened, no one knows what's written inside.
"The problem now is, why is she asking for help? And how does she want to be saved?"
Jiang Lin pondered.
He put the note back into the message in a bottle and stored it, then scanned the entire bedroom.
The off-white desk, the notebooks scribbled with colored pens, the scattered toys on the floor.
The sky-blue curtains flying by the window, the bedside table with a pink alarm clock...
The room's contents could be seen at a glance.
On the surface, there was no danger.
He also didn't sense any presence of ghosts or spirits.
But, the person was indeed asking for help at this moment.
Combined with yesterday's situation, the note in the message in a bottle only responded when the person asked for help.
But, where did this danger come from?
Could it be because of the nightmare?
Jiang Lin pondered, his gaze returning to the bed.
The little girl's eyes were tightly closed, undoubtedly asleep.
Jiang Lin tried to draw out a wisp of ghost energy and inject it into the girl's body.
After a minute, seeing the still unresponsive girl, Jiang Lin frowned.
Logically, even if she had taken sleeping pills, under the stimulation of ghost energy, she should have woken up.
Something was not right.
"...Is there something I've overlooked?"
Jiang Lin stared at the little girl on the bed, his expression serious and focused.
His ghost energy and perception probed together, repeatedly scanning her body and every object on her.
Suddenly,
Jiang Lin's gaze sharpened as he looked at the jade pendant around the girl's neck.
The jade was pure white and round, about the size of a one-yuan coin.
It was polished into the shape of a peace buckle, made into a necklace, and strung with a red string.
"So it's inside here," Jiang Lin realized.
From the moment he first saw the little girl, he had noticed that her three souls and seven spirits were incomplete.
Even when awake, she was likely mentally deficient, in a semi-idiotic state.
Therefore, he had initially thought she was asking for help because of a nightmare.
But now, it seemed the one asking for help was not the current her, but the lost soul and spirit.
And that lost soul and spirit was now hidden within this peace buckle.
With a thought, Jiang Lin sent a wisp of mental energy into it.
What appeared before him was a small bedroom.
Sky-blue curtains, an off-white desk, and on the bedside table, a pink alarm clock.
Outside the window, the glow of a blood moon shone in.
On the sky-blue bed, there was no one.
—This was the mental world constructed by the little girl.
...
The live streaming ball appeared beside Jiang Lin at some unknown time, wanting to start broadcasting.
Jiang Lin frowned, and the live streaming ball immediately displayed a new function—mosaic.
Key information and living people would be mosaicked.
This fellow was truly dedicated to live streaming.
...