Ghost Says - Chapter 8.1

The next morning, the unconscious Lin Xian was found lying in a taxi, and the taxi driver was already dead. There were no visible injuries on the body’s surface, and after the autopsy, the cause of death was determined to be cardiac paralysis.

After waking up, Lin Xian identified the body. He had never seen this driver before.

The autopsy results indicated that the time of death was between 7 and 10 pm last night, when Lin Xian had not yet gotten into his car.

The whole incident was full of mysteries in the eyes of others.

There was another strange thing that happened to Lin Xian.

When he woke up, he found that the jade pendant he had always been wearing was shattered, and it was thoroughly broken. The entire piece of jade had turned into powder, scattered all over him, with jade fragments covering his clothes.

This jade was made by a master craftsman, and he had been wearing it for more than ten years. Lin Xian thought that he was able to stay safe last night, most likely because of this jade.

He had actually thought that he might have some trouble recently, and he knew that this trouble wouldn’t be small, but he really didn’t expect Wen Dayong would come to harm him.

He and Wen Dayong had never met before and had no entanglements. Why would he want to kill him?

Or… was he acting on someone else’s instructions?

Qiao Gang had also been worried all night yesterday, calling repeatedly but always getting the “out of service area” message. When he finally got through in the morning, it was actually the hospital answering the phone, which nearly scared him to death.

After returning home, Lin Xian didn’t rest for a moment. He packed a few clothes and left, which, according to Qiao Gang’s comparison, was as hurried as if there were ghosts chasing him.

Lin Xian’s work nature was special, and the need to travel frequently for cases was understandable. Qiao Gang didn’t find it strange.

It’s just that after he left, there was only him left in the house again.

Qiao Gang had an independent personality and didn’t like to rely on others, but the strange footsteps that used to trouble him hadn’t been heard since Lin Xian came back.

Although it was a bit embarrassing, he had to admit that sometimes when he heard that sound, he would feel a bit scared. And recently, he always had the illusion that someone was watching him. He wanted to tell Lin Xian about it, but he was afraid it was just his own paranoia.

He had already read half of Song Yuan’s diary and had gotten used to the extremely detailed and tedious narrative style in it.

Qiao Gang still didn’t know who the person in the diary was, but he was sure that this person had a great influence on Song Yuan. In fact, he had never seen anyone have such deep feelings for another person as Song Yuan did.

Although there were no words about liking or love in the diary, Qiao Gang already understood what kind of feelings Song Yuan had for that person.

Regarding homosexuality, Qiao Gang didn’t understand them, but he absolutely wouldn’t discriminate against them either.

He could only say that he felt those people were from another world, not intersecting with his life. He had no such friends around him, and even if he did, he believed that a person’s sexual orientation had nothing to do with their personality.

Reading someone else’s diary every day was a magical process for Qiao Gang.

Nowadays, there are too many barriers and constraints between people, leading to maintaining a certain distance in relationships. Even lovers can’t be without any secrets between each other. Being able to directly peek into the most intimate things in another person’s heart, this kind of seamless spiritual contact… was something Qiao Gang had never experienced before.

Song Yuan’s image was gradually becoming concrete in Qiao Gang’s mind.

As a teenager, Song Yuan’s feelings were very pure. Every day, seeing him in the diary being happy for the other’s happiness and worried for the other’s worries, Qiao Gang was also somewhat moved. What he saw every day was a teenager’s purest and most sincere heart.

On the day Lin Xian left, Qiao Gang asked the hourly worker auntie to only prepare meals for him. After eating, he went for a walk in the nearby park to digest, and after washing up and returning in the evening, Qiao Gang lay on the bed to read the diary.

Today, the teenager’s romance had a new development. He finally changed his usual practice of secretly admiring the other person and took an important step – writing a love letter!

Although from Qiao Gang’s perspective, it was just a somewhat childish letter that subtly expressed a desire to become good friends with the other person.

This letter took a week to write, with no less than ten revisions in between. That fool kept the letter close to his heart for a month before finally gathering the courage to slip it into the other person’s drawer.

But very unfortunately, the fate of that letter was to be thrown into the trash can without even being read.

However, the good point was that the other person not only threw away his letter, but also treated the letters from other admirers the same way without exception, which made Song Yuan feel a little better.

As the teenager’s low mood in the diary continued for quite a long time, Qiao Gang’s mood when falling asleep was not very pleasant either. And when he heard footsteps in the living room not long after he lay down, it made his mood even worse.

He forced himself to close his eyes, hypnotizing himself that there was actually no sound outside. Just as his method was showing some effect and he was about to fall asleep, those footsteps walked towards his room.

Then, he heard the sound of the doorknob turning.

His sleepiness immediately vanished! Qiao Gang opened his eyes, holding his breath and listening to the movement outside the door, but after waiting for a long time, he didn’t hear any sound. Qiao Gang even began to wonder if he had been dreaming earlier.

After such a scare, Qiao Gang had lost all sleepiness. He could only go out and turn on the TV to watch a ball game for a while, but he only got more excited as he watched. At this rate, he wouldn’t be able to get up tomorrow.

Qiao Gang had heard people say that taking a hot bath before bed makes it easier to fall asleep. Since he couldn’t sleep anyway, he might as well try this method, so he filled the bathtub with hot water.

Taking a hot bath indeed made one feel very comfortable. Qiao Gang felt like all the pores on his body had opened up.

He sighed contentedly, resting his head on the edge of the bathtub, closing his eyes to enjoy this comfort.

But just as he was feeling so comfortable that he almost wanted to hum, the lights in the bathroom flickered twice and then went out.

Could it be a power outage?

Qiao Gang, enveloped in darkness, wanted to stand up to check the power source, but before he could get up, he felt that the water, which had been just the right temperature moments ago, had suddenly become a bit cold, as if the temperature in the water had dropped a few degrees. Then a chill brushed against his knee…

Qiao Gang was startled and reflexively wanted to kick that thing away, but before he could move, his other calf was also grabbed.

The ice-cold, bone-chilling thing that was now on Qiao Gang’s leg was a pale hand.

The fingers were long and slender, but had a strange strength that didn’t match their appearance, like cold steel rings clamping Qiao Gang’s feet inside. The owner of the hand had a blurry silhouette. Qiao Gang slowly raised his head, unable to see a face, but could strangely feel the other’s gaze.

That person looked at him for a long time, then crawled towards him.

His hand, following the movement of his body, moved to Qiao Gang’s arm, and Qiao Gang, too shocked to react, did nothing.

By the time he thought of resisting, the other’s body had already pressed down on him.

The weightless body was as cold as a large ice cube. The other’s lower body was between his legs, and Qiao Gang didn’t notice the danger hidden in this posture.

However, Qiao Gang was clear that the one pressing on top of him was definitely a man.

First, the other’s body temperature was not what a normal person should have; then there was the scent on the other person, which was the same as that pervert he had encountered on the bus last time!

“Let go of me!” Qiao Gang used all his strength to try to break free, but the other’s hand didn’t budge at all.

“Bastard! Who are you? Why do you keep bothering me!” Qiao Gang shouted, his face flushed red.

Last time on the bus he was sexually harassed, and this time when he was naked, what did this person want to do to him again?

Damn it! This ghost had actually followed him back home!

Qiao Gang was furious, his body temperature rising continuously due to embarrassment and anger, almost boiling the already cooled water with his body heat!

The “person” on top of him remained silent, but his hands had already started moving.

Qiao Gang didn’t know what he used to tie his hands behind his back, then both hands began to roam all over his body, teasing his senses.

Qiao Gang’s lips were also sealed by the other’s. That person was gnawing on his lips as if wanting to eat him whole, sucking on his lips with a force that seemed like it would bite them off.

After his lips were forcibly opened, his tongue was also entwined by the other’s cold one, as fierce as a male snake chasing a female snake. Qiao Gang couldn’t even moan. Saliva flowed from the corner of his mouth, only to be licked back and swallowed by that “person”.

The series of violent and extremely erotic actions was too much for Qiao Gang to handle at once. His mind became hazy, and his body couldn’t react in time.

After that person had finally had enough of his lips, their attention turned to the two reddish-brown nipples below his collarbone.

The two points on Qiao Gang’s chest hadn’t been touched by anyone but himself in the past twenty years, and even then it was just a casual brush while bathing. How could that compare to the stimulation he was feeling now?

The other person applied the same intensity they had used on his lips, sucking on his nipples. The cold, wet sensation couldn’t be called uncomfortable, but it didn’t bring much pleasure either. Being forcefully played with by another man, Qiao Gang felt humiliated.

Qiao Gang cursed loudly, swearing at the man on top of him.

He had been working in society from a young age and had experienced all kinds of complex environments and heard all sorts of unpleasant words. Now, mustering up his courage to curse, he indeed produced a rich content with numerous metaphors, and most remarkably, without any repetition!

Qiao Gang’s mouth became dry as he continued cursing, and he stopped to rest.

The person stopped what they were doing on his chest and seemed to find it interesting to listen. When they noticed he had stopped talking, they kissed his lips gently, the action carrying a hint of comfort.

Their hand slowly slid towards Qiao Gang’s firm thigh, moving in circles, full of teasing intent.

Qiao Gang’s legs trembled, but this time he clenched his teeth and didn’t speak.

Those fingers felt as if they were carved from cold jade, icy yet delicate. Wherever they went, they caused small goosebumps to rise.

Soaking in the cool water, Qiao Gang felt as if he were in the depths of winter.

His nipple was taken into the man’s mouth again. Sucking like a baby, the hunger and passion were so intense that Qiao Gang felt pain.

The alternately sucked nipples became red and swollen, feeling sore even with the slightest touch. Yet the man persisted in grinding the protruding points with his teeth. Qiao Gang couldn’t help but whimper in discomfort, but this only invited more intense biting from the man.

At the same time, the hand between his thighs began to move.

The cold sensation didn’t negate the pleasure brought by the caresses there. No matter how unwilling Qiao Gang was, his desire still swelled in that person’s hand. Qiao Gang thought men were truly pitiful creatures.

Since that time on the bus, Qiao Gang hadn’t relieved himself, so the pleasure he felt now was even more intense.

Pleasure crashed over his body like waves. That person maintained a steady rhythm, neither fast nor slow. Qiao Gang’s body, unsatisfied, automatically arched to rub against the other’s palm.

That person chuckled softly, their lips moving down from his chest.

The man’s head slowly sank into the water, and then Qiao Gang felt lips gently landing on his waist.