2 Found: The Doomsday Girl, Part 2

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The girl was drenched in blood, leaning motionless against the wall, her eyes closed. The beam of light from the lamp shone directly on her face, yet she showed no reaction, as if she had lost consciousness.

For a moment, I was stunned.

Could the fierce ghost said to haunt this abandoned construction site late at night actually be a young girl in reality?

No, aside from being drenched in blood, this girl bore no resemblance whatsoever to the ghost I had heard about from rumors.

So, she must be a living human. But why was she badly injured, and why was she wearing a hospital gown in such a desolate place?

Now was not the time to ponder these questions. Since she was a severely injured living person, what I should do most urgently was self-evident.

I hurriedly knelt down in front of her, using my amateur knowledge to check for signs of life while taking out my phone to call emergency services.

At the same time, I carefully observed her appearance.

She looked to be only thirteen or fourteen years old, the age of a middle schooler. Although her cheeks were stained with blood, it was clear she possessed delicate and youthful beauty, her flawless skin dazzlingly pale under the light. Her head tilted pitifully to one side, her shoulder-length black hair cascading naturally over one shoulder.

Her blue-and-white hospital gown was severely torn in many places, with dark red blood seeping through. This was definitely not an injury from an accidental fall on the road or down stairs; it was evidence of brutal, lethal violence. There had to be a cold-blooded assailant wielding a sharp weapon nearby.

The blood was fresh; she must have been wounded close by.

The attacker was nearby!

I was on high alert, my eyes and ears scanning the environment, but I detected no sign of any third party. Yet, I did not lower my guard.

It seemed I would have to call the police soon.

However, I did not expect that I wouldn’t even have the chance to dial the emergency number. Just as I was about to press the call button, the girl suddenly raised her arm and, with strength far beyond her delicate appearance, grabbed my wrist holding the phone.

She weakly opened her eyes, her awareness unclear, perhaps not even seeing my face distinctly.

“Don’t call the police…” she whispered faintly.

After speaking, her eyes closed again, but her hand remained firmly on my wrist. No matter how much I tried to wake her, she wouldn’t rouse.

Don’t call the police? Why?

I could not comply with her request. Regardless of whether to inform the police, I would definitely call for emergency medical help. I was not so cold-hearted as to let a stranger die without trying to save them.

That had been my initial thought.

But soon, I realized there was no need to make the emergency call after all.

I removed her hand from my wrist, and at that moment, the tugging of her hospital gown revealed the skin beneath the tear.

The skin beneath was completely unscathed.

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