Chapter 148: Yinling Wellness Center (14)
Ji Ning lay on the massage bed, her eyes vacant and unfocused.
Qin Yanshu had licked every inch of her private area. She felt like a helpless little pitiful creature being ravaged and toyed with, utterly defenseless.
She lifted her gaze to Qin Yanshu, who was leaning against the long table, head tilted back to drink water, one long leg bent to support himself. It was clearly a lazy posture, yet the way he carried himself still exuded a cool aloofness.
He clearly had no interest in her, yet he still forced himself to lick her—and in that place… He must feel truly awful inside…
Ji Ning pulled out her phone and sent Qin Yanshu a private message.
Lemon Cake: Sorry, it wasn't on purpose. I wanted to switch to something simpler but I didn't understand what the names meant and got it wrong…
Then she saw Qin Yanshu, holding his cup, take out his phone with one hand and, after reading her message, tap the screen a few times.
On Ji Ning's end, she soon received a PDF file titled "Male Technician Service Operation Standards."
Pressing her lips together, she opened it and skimmed through from beginning to end. So the items on that menu—there was no least explicit, only more explicit. There was even an option for full penile insertion massage.
No. 9 Poker-faced Technician: Picking anything else would've been the same. Not your fault.
His way of explaining, though crude and blunt, was effective. Ji Ning felt much better. She sat up to get dressed.
She had just put on her underwear when the lights in the room flickered a few times for no reason and then abruptly went out.
The lights going out wouldn't normally matter; after all, it was still daytime, an afternoon with natural light.
However, once the lights were gone, the light filtering in from the window also gradually dimmed. Soon, the room was plunged into an impenetrable pitch black, so dark you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.
A shadow, incredibly swift, darted past the massage bed, stirring a faint current of air.
At the exact same moment, something grabbed Ji Ning's arm, a bone-chilling cold instantly seeping in.
Unable to hold back, she let out a low cry of alarm, hugging her arms and quickly covering her body with the thin blanket.
"What's wrong?" Qin Yanshu immediately ran toward her in the dark, supporting Ji Ning's arm and half-embracing her protectively.
Ji Ning was so frightened her scalp tingled. "Something scratched me." She then held out her hand to show Qin Yanshu.
Qin Yanshu turned on his phone flashlight. Using the weak light, he illuminated Ji Ning's arm.
And there, on her originally smooth, pale arm, was unmistakably a tiny, tiny handprint. It resembled a human hand with five fingers, yet the entire print was no larger than a dime.
Ji Ning gasped sharply, rubbing at the dark print with her fingers, but she couldn't wipe anything off.
The mark was like a deep bruise that had formed overnight, as if it were emanating from within her skin and flesh.
At that moment, scattered screams also rang out from outside. It seemed this entire club had already become a ghost domain overflowing with paranormal activity.
Ji Ning and Qin Yanshu were in the same room, but only she had encountered something strange. Whether this little ghost was picking people at random, or whether there was another reason, was unclear.
It was also unknown whether this ghost handprint was merely meant to frighten, or if there would be other effects.
Qin Yanshu must have noticed she was scared. He sat on the edge of the massage bed protecting her, while sending messages in the group chat.
Ji Ning took a picture of the dark print on her hand and sent it. Just as she was composing a text message, a message from Jiang Ting popped up in the group.
Jiang Ting: After the power outage, several VIP clients died on the fifth floor, gruesome deaths. This means a turning point in the instance's event progression has appeared. I've looked into it. Last night, a young woman committed suicide by jumping off a building nearby. An eyewitness posted pictures. Her belly burst open. She probably had an antemortem wound. Yanshu, check if it's related to the club.
Then he sent the photo of the girl's gruesome corpse after the jump into the group, along with a video from another angle.
Ji Ning and Qin Yanshu huddled together to look. Sure enough, beyond the intracranial matter that had spilled out due to the high-altitude fall and the limbs rendered limp by internal bone fractures, they could see the deceased's clothes around the waist stained red with blood. Underneath a flipped-up hem of her clothes, there was unmistakably a neat, laceration wound on her lower abdomen.
The wound wasn't large or particularly obvious, but it absolutely was not caused by the jump.
Qin Yanshu frowned slightly, zooming in on the image. He didn't look for long before replying to Jiang Ting.
No. 9 Poker-faced Technician: Yes, antemortem wound, laparotomy. At this location, going straight down, that's the uterus.
A flash of inspiration lit up in Ji Ning's mind. She looked up fetal size by month and the process of fetal formation, then sent her deduction in the group.
Lemon Cake: The handprint on my arm doesn't look as big as a five-month-old fetus; it's more the size of a four-month-old fetus. Also, a fetus only forms a human shape after four months in the womb. Although abortions at four months don't necessarily require a laparotomy, if you wanted to remove the fetus intact for some other purpose, a surgical laparotomy would be very likely.
After sending the message, Ji Ning used the light to notice that Qin Yanshu was looking at her, his expression not very good.
She looked up, meeting his eyes, silently asking what was wrong.
Qin Yanshu raised his hand close to her face, swiped the pad of his finger under her nose, and showed it to her.
His originally clean finger, after one swipe beneath her nose, was now stained with blood, giving off a faint metallic, rusty smell.
Ji Ning wiped under her own nose herself. Her hand was also covered in blood. She hadn't felt a thing. How was she having a nosebleed?
And the nosebleed was flowing faster and heavier. From an initial trickle, it gradually became a steady drip, drop by drop, like water leaking from a faucet, spotting onto the bedsheet.
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