There’s an indescribable charm that men exude when they’re behind the wheel, and Iker was no exception to this rule.
Cheyenne glanced at his hand resting on the steering wheel-it wasn’t exactly fair in complexion, with distinct knuckles… Whenever he gripped the wheel with one hand, there was a commanding aura of control about him.
Unconsciously, she found herself staring, only to snap back to reality and catch Iker calmly gazing at her with amused eyes.
Upon closer observation, one could detect a hint of pleasure in his eyes.
“Are you settled? We’re about to depart.”
“Um, thank you.”
“You’re welcome. Cheyenne, take your time gazing as much as you want.”
Cheyenne vowed that her thoughts about Master Iker went no further than friendship; she was simply appreciative of good looks.
Any attractive person, be it male or female, would earn a second glance from her.
Due to this habit, Kelvin had grown jealous countless times, but luckily he wasn’t around this time.
However, Cierra had transformed into an inquisitive little explorer the moment she got in the car.
One moment, she would tap the window, then she’d twist her body to reach for the car’s ornament on her lap-a cute little Spider-Man sticker affixed to the glass.
As Cheyenne conversed with Iker about the encounter in the morgue that night, she failed to notice the mischief her daughter was up to.
“Oh Cheyenne, did anything unusual happen after you returned that night?”
Cheyenne shook her head. “I went home the morning after I got injured, stayed there to recuperate, and never made it to the hospital. My assistant said everything was fine there.”
“But…”
This led to a hot topic of “Ghostly Happenings in the Morgue.”
Apparently, a nurse at the hospital heard a woman crying as she prepared to clean the morgue the next morning.
Intrigued, she decided to live stream her investigation, approaching the morgue with caution and spotting a trail of bloody footprints leading out of it even before she entered.
Oddly, the footprints vanished halfway to the door, accompanied by shattered lights on the floor.
In her own words: “I was terrified inwardly; my heart was pounding like a drum. I distinctly remember locking the morgue door the previous night, yet today the lock had vanished!”
The lock core remained intact, indicating no forced entry.
Another mystery was the disappearance of the bloody footprints.
And the third puzzle was the absence of a body on the eighth bed in the morgue; only a messy heap of sheets remained.
Piecing these together, she concluded that the morgue was haunted.
Furthermore, a patient who had been hospitalized that night shared their “experience” in the comments section.
“I woke up suddenly at night after oversleeping during the day, probably around just past midnight. I heard a series of overhead, surrounded by an eerie silence with only the footsteps lingering at the door, chillingly distinct.”
They later heard the eerie wail of a female ghost.
The hospital attributed the occurrences to a brief half-hour internet outage around midnight, causing the surveillance footage to display static.
The bizarre events in the morgue, the patient’s firsthand encounter, the interrupted surveillance at the hospital…
All signs pointed to one chilling conclusion-
There was indeed a ghostly presence!
Several scientific topics have been derived from this-
[#Scientists confirm ghosts exist in the form of infrared?]
[#One hour after death.]
[#Latest experimental results prove human souls weigh exactly 21 grams!]
Cheyenne was sitting at home enjoying the air conditioning and eating ice cream when she found out about this, never expecting her footsteps to make the hospital go viral.
Haunted?
Maybe, but that ghost definitely wasn’t her!
She had no intention of explaining the matter afterwards either. Let there be ghosts if there must, better than letting the cat out of the bag.
The person who failed to kill her with one blow last time definitely wouldn’t give up easily.
These days without any action, maybe they were lurking in the shadows, waiting for her to appear before striking.
This was also one of the reasons why Iker personally came to pick her up for the hospital.
Speaking of surveillance, Iker did make a significant discovery, “We’ve been focusing on the day of the incident, thinking it was the first time they went after you, only to come up empty-handed.”
Hearing the implication in his words, Cheyenne raised a brow, “Isn’t it?”
Before that day, she indeed couldn’t recall ever seeing that killer.
The luxury car drove on the wide, straight road, stopping at a traffic light. While waiting at the red light, Iker reached to open the compartment in the car.
He took out a photo from inside.
“Take a look.”
“What is this?”
Curiously, Cheyenne took the photo and saw a colored image of a man’s back.
Because it was taken from behind, his face couldn’t be seen.
Only a rough guess could be made about the man’s height, gender… and the fluorescent green hospital wristband on his wrist for patient identification.
An empty corridor, Cheyenne sitting on a chair, though in the picture, she was looking down, doing something unfamiliar.
Across from Cheyenne was a middle-aged aunt responsible for cleaning.
It was because this aunt blocked their view that Cheyenne didn’t notice the man who “passed by” in front of her.
At the sight of the photo, memories from that day flooded uncontrollably into Cheyenne’s mind.
“I remember now! It was the day I had a kidney transplant surgery, and because my body rejected the organ at the beginning, the whole process was particularly difficult.”
“I stood for an afternoon, and my feet were numb when I left the emergency room, so I sat in the hallway to rest.”
“It was this aunt, she passed by with a mop and bucket… accidentally spilling water on my feet, so I didn’t pay attention to my surroundings.”
The man’s back… Cheyenne felt it was almost certain he was the one she was about to chase down that night.
Listening to her account, Iker mentally replayed the scene, eventually drawing his own conclusion.
“I found this photo at the hospital on October 13th. The fact is, this person had been eyeing you long before that, possibly even earlier than the 13th.”
“On the 13th, he appeared at the hospital for the first time wanting to harm you, but for some reason was forced to give up.”
“Then it was the 21st, last week when he tried again.”
Cheyenne found the reasoning quite valid and nodded.
“Although there’s no evidence at the moment, I agree with what you’re saying. By the way… I was still in Jostrana before the 13th, only came back on the 11th.”
Could it be that this person had been targeting her all the way from Jostrana?