Transtor: der Transtions
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“Ma'am, could you please repeat what you just said?”
“Sure, but please, do not tell anyone, especially my husband and daughter!”
“I uand. we start now?”
“It all began with a phone call.
The call was from my sister, three nights ago.
She sourange, her teeth chattering, her voice barely esg from her throat.
I asked if she was feeling unwell, but she didn’t answer; she kept repeating a dream she had retly.”
“A dream?”
“Yes, a dream.
She said she often dreams of waking up at night, leaving her bed, walking dowairs from her attid finally stopping in front of a door to the basement.
It felt very real, too real to be just a dream.”
“But your sister still called it a dream. Why?”
“Because... she doesn’t even have a basement in her house!
What’s more terrifying is that when she faced that strange door, she felt an impulse to open it.”
“What happened ?”
“She disappeared, just that night after she called me.”
“So, you came to me today to—”
“Dr. Jiang!”
“Yes, go ahead.”
“I had a dream about a door too, just yesterday.”
He turned off the rec device, and the not-se room fell silent.
Jiang g sat at his desk, his gaze lowered, with a copy of the evening neer frg oable.
“Missing Person Notice: Hu Yan, female, 47 years old, 160 cm tall, regur face, fair skily missing from home te oh due to poor mental state, st seen wearing a light pink silk nightgown. Please tact us if you have any information.”
His gaze skipped over the taformation, nding on a photo printed a bit to the left of the notice. It icture of an older woman.
The same woman who had e to see him yesterday ahe rec.
Jiang g wasn’t in the habit of reading the news; the neer was brought by the police about an ho.
They had discovered that Hu Yan had been here before she went missing.
He truthfully stated her mental state and shared the story she had told him.
He also handed over the rec she had allowed him to keep.
After taking his statement, two police officers left with the rec. The female officer with a ponytail gnced back at Jiang g several times.
This man, of a simir age to her, seemed unnaturally calm, whether during the questioning or while reting the unbelievable story.
After politely seeing them off, Jiang g returo his seat.
The crisp sound of keyboard strokes filled the room, everything proceeding normally and orderly.
As night deepehe distant neon lights gradually brightened.
Jiang g g the time in the lht er of his puter s, stood up, and walked to the studio door, first closing the ss door, then the inner door, and finally log it.
After finishing this, he took a moment to make himself a cup of coffee.
Holding the coffee cup, he sat down beside the sofa.
The sofa repared for ers visiting his studio.
Yesterday, Ms. Hu Yan and the two police officers had also sat here.
Jiang g reached into the gap between the armrest and the sofa, skillfully retrieving a rec device.
The indicatht showing it was on lit up; after a slight adjustment with his index fihe voice of the officer began to py.
Jiang g listened while sipping his coffee.
Ohe cup was empty, the versation with the officer came to an end. Even whe up from the sofa, there was no particur expression on his face.
He hung the coffee cup, which had been washed with water, upside down on the drying rack, dried his hands, and walked toward his desk.
On his ast the sofa, he casually picked up the recorder.
Business hadn’t bee retly. The previous rec was from a woman named Hu Yan, who left a deep impression on Jiang g.
Her story was indeed bizarre, but for Jiang g, who had ied with a signifit number of patients with mild to moderate delusions, he cared more about the iy of the story.
In his view, it was different from the usual patients who exaggerated certain differeo seek attention from others, thus blurring or even ign the details.
Hu Yan's at was retively plete, and she hahe details well. In her own dream, she even remembered actally stepping on her daughter’s plush slippers while going downstairs.
The police visit alsht Jiang g some new information.
They had subtly mentioheir suspi that Hu Yan's disappearance was reted to a retive, while in Hu Yan's story, her sister had gone missing before her.
These two points firmed that Hu Yan's sister's disappearance was likely credible.
Furthermore, Hu Yan's family had published a missing person notice, stating that she left home te at night wearing only her pajamas, which were made of thin silk.
Iumn, Jiang g, based on his uanding of the person involved, felt that she didn’t seem like someone who would do something so foolish.
bining Hu Yan's strange disappearah the fact that her sister went missing before her, Jiang g felt that this matter was not so simple.
So, to save brain cells for the busihat might e knog the day, and for the colgen on his face, Jiang g hastily went to sleep after applying a facial mask.
His studio was divided into two levels; the first floor served as a reception area for ts, while the loft above naturally became his living space.
It was about thirty square meters, which he partitioned into two rooms.
Climbing the narrow stairs led to the living room, and walking further io the bedroom.
There was no bed in the bedroom, only a thin mattress spread out on the floor.
At this moment, Jiang g y in the ter of the mattress, the b pulled up to his , sleepiiculously.
He didn’t know how long he had slept when he suddenly opened his eyes.
He stared bnkly at the ceiling, his eyes gradually unfocused, and after a moment, they suddenly narrowed into a slit.
He lifted his upper body off the mattress and sat up slowly.
What’s going on?
His mind was clear, and he could feel feedback from every part of his body, yet he couldn’t trol this body.
A strange sense of palpitations surged from his heart, as if something had been unleashed.
First, his left leg left the mattress, then the right leg, aood up, his movements stiff and meical.
Just as his brain was in a frenzy of thought, his body began to move on its own.
Forward.
Left foht foot, left foht foot.
Oep, two steps, he walked toward the bedroom door like a walking corpse.
Then, he moved into the living room.
Finally, he walked down the wooden stairs, step by step.
The old stairs, which should have creaked incessantly, made no sound at all.
Not just the stairs; after waking, Jiang g heard no sounds at all.
The night was as silent as death.
His eyes turned within a limited rahe current situation was undoubtedly strange and dangerous.
The once-familiar enviro felt strange in the night.
As his st foot stepped down, he saw a door standing before him.
A pitch-bck door.
Embedded in the wall.
(End of the Chapter)
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