Thriller Zone: From the Mental Hospital to the Ghostly World

After leaving the Tang Tower, the group seemed to be deep in thought.

"So, according to Fat Lao Hua's description, the author characteristics of 'A Ghost Story Every Day' are as follows."

"Male, wearing glasses, in his forties, from Dapu, looks sloppy."

"High cheekbones, a natural appearance of poverty."

Tian Qinghe said slowly.

He looked at Officer Chung: "Officer Chung, do you remember this person?"

Officer Zhong shook his head, pondered for a moment, and said, "Well then, I'll go back and check it out."

"You should go back to the hotel and rest first."

"If I or Huilin have any news, we will inform you immediately."

........

Night fell.

It was already 8 p.m.

The Tanglou where Chen Ji and the others had been before.

Fatty Hua, panting heavily, loaded the last box of goods onto the van, a ruthless glint in his eyes.

He spat into the sewer and cursed under his breath:

"What a piece of garbage that first draft was! It's utter rubbish, I threw it away a long time ago!"

"Damn it, I have to move again!"

Fatty Hua slammed his fist on the trunk, still muttering some vulgarities, mostly expressing his dissatisfaction with Hong Kong society and police officers.

"If it weren't for the money, who the hell would want to sneak around like a rat in a stinking ditch?"

Fatty Hua snorted, stepped on the gas, and drove towards Jiulong's house.

Soon, he arrived at his building and saw that the warm yellow lights were already on in his window.

The initial hostility on Fatty Hua's greasy face finally began to fade.

He snatched the cigarette from his mouth, stubbed it out with his foot, and his expression relaxed, replaced by a cheerful one.

This is a change that Fat Man Hua makes every day before going home.

He had just reached the second floor when he heard a commotion coming from inside the house.

The child was crying loudly, and the old man was sighing shakily.

"This kid is such a worry, he's probably missing his dad again."

Fatty Hua smiled and shook his head, then pushed open the door to his house.

"Ok?"

He was suddenly stunned. The noise in the house completely disappeared the moment Fatty Hua pushed open the door.

"Wife—"

Fatty Hua took off his shoes and called out to his wife with some confusion.

My wife, who used to wait for me at the door every day, has disappeared.

"Going out to play mahjong?"

Fatty Hua muttered to himself, but something still felt off.

The smile on his face slowly faded. He touched his head and walked to the kitchen, but he didn't see his wife.

Only in the living room was his eighty-year-old mother sitting in a rocking chair watching TV.

In the cradle beside him was Fatty Hua's youngest son, who was less than a year old.

"Zizi-"

The only sound in the room was the static crackling from the black-and-white television.

"Mom, I've told you so many times, if there's no program, just change the channel."

Fatty Hua walked over to his mother and picked up the TV remote when he suddenly smelled a strong stench of blood.

He immediately turned his head, his body stiffening instantly!

This smell of blood... it's coming from the cradle of my youngest son!

Could it be...?

Fatty Hua felt as if he had been struck a heavy blow. He couldn't believe his guess. In an instant, the figures of several former enemies flashed through his mind.

His breath almost stopped, and he looked tremblingly at the cradle—

The youngest son was sleeping with his eyes closed, his chest rising and falling slightly, making contented breathing sounds.

call!

Fatty Hua's legs went weak!

The little one is alright!

But... where is this smell of blood coming from?

He noticed with his sharp eyes that there seemed to be a black stain on the cradle's cushion, as if something wet was seeping up from it.

Fatty Hua's heartbeat suddenly accelerated again, like riding a roller coaster.

He picked up a corner of the cushion and pulled out a warm, damp, soft object.

“Ahua—”

Fat Hua let out a heart-wrenching scream!

What he took out was a cat's severed limb!

That's his tabby cat, Ahua!

More and more blood seeped out from under the mat.

Fatty Hua, his hands trembling, placed the little boy on the sofa and abruptly lifted the cushion—

Inside, Ahua was cut into six pieces, and the skin on the cat's head had disappeared.

Fatty Hua was panting heavily, his eyes burning with rage. He would never believe that this wasn't done by his enemies!

"Wow-wow-"

The little boy seemed to have been woken up by him, and a noisy crying came from next to Fatty Hua.

Fatty Hua let out a deep breath, his clenched fist loosened, and he walked somewhat unsteadily toward the sofa.

Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks.

and many more.

The little boy was lying on the sofa...

Her eyes were still closed; she was still sweetly dozing.

Who is that...?

Are you crying?

Why... is the crying coming from the rocking chair?

Fatty Hua stiffly turned his head away.

My mother, who had been looking down, has now raised her head.

Her withered, aged body writhed and twisted, stretching out her hands like a baby wanting to be nursed.

"Wow-wow-"

The sound of a baby crying...

It was spat out from my mother's toothless mouth.

Fat Hua's brain stopped functioning.

"Cough, cough, Ahua—"

An aged female voice suddenly rang out from the sofa.

Fatty Hua stared blankly at the sofa.

He was less than a year old, a tiny, innocent little boy, like a newly sprouted bud.

He coughed violently, his voice as hoarse as old tree bark.

"Ahua—"

"You're home, cough cough cough—"

The little baby's soft, chubby mouth was moving.

"What, you didn't even tell your mother?"

What was that sentence...?

"...I have an elderly mother in a cradle and an eighty-year-old baby at home?"

Fatty Hua muttered, his eyes bloodshot so much they looked like they were about to burst.

This bizarre scene...

It almost drove him to the brink of madness!

"what--"

"Mom, little one—"

Fatty Hua suddenly knelt on the ground, his head slamming heavily against the wall, blood gushing out.

He couldn't accept that his newborn son was trapped inside his mother's dying, aging body!

"I must be crazy."

"I must be crazy!"

He pounded on the wall again and again, his eyes filled with deep madness, his whole body trembling like a sieve.

His enormous body slammed against the wall, making it shake.

Even the half-destroyed body of the tabby cat, Ahua, was splattered with blood by the shock.

“Ah Hua…”

Fatty Hua murmured, unable to utter another word.

He touched Ahua's cat paw, and suddenly his whole body froze.

The cat's nails were stained bright red, whether by blood or something else, it was hard to tell.

Just like...

The color of his wife's nail polish was just painted yesterday.

pat.

pat.

A drop of warm liquid suddenly hit Fatty Hua's face.

He touched his face, somewhat numbly...

It's a drop of blood.

suddenly.

A terrifying thought, one that brought his heart to the brink of arrest, crossed Fatty Hua's mind.

The mother and the boy switched bodies.

But.....

Where is your wife?

Where has she gone?

Who did she switch bodies with?

Fatty Hua looked up blankly at the figure clinging to the ceiling.

My wife, wearing an apron, is gripping the chandelier with her limbs in opposite directions.

Her head drooped, her yellowish eyes fixed on Fatty Hua.

My wife had a furry cat face sewn onto her face.

She opened her mouth and said:

"Meow."

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This novel is entirely fictional; no cats were harmed, and Ahua is alive and well.