Chapter 1 The woman in white clothes and red shoes

Author: Jian Qiuse

Chapter 1 The woman in white clothes and red shoes

Night, midnight sharp.

Xicheng Night Market is brightly lit, bustling with people, and very lively.

A middle-aged man, sweating profusely, holding a mobile phone to his ear, walked into the night market with a fearful expression.

"Dr. Zhang, it is right behind me and has been following me. What should I do?"

The middle-aged man walked and talked, his tone full of fear.

He turned back three times in one step and kept looking behind him, his eyes confused.

I wonder what is following behind him?

"Hiss, hiss..."

Behind the middle-aged man, subtle hissing sounds sounded out of thin air.

It was like a woman crying with a hoarse voice, or like a woman wailing in pain that was heartbreaking.

"Dip...tap...dip...tap..."

Every time the middle-aged man took a step forward, there would be faint clicking sounds on the ground behind him.

Blood!

Drops of red blood fell down with a ticking sound, and blood marks appeared on the ground out of thin air.

"July is a great day! The door is open to pick you up!"

"Don't run, don't run away! Come to hell with me!"

The sound of a woman humming a ditty kept echoing in the middle-aged man's ears.

The ditty only has these four lines, but every word is so eerie and terrifying that it makes the middle-aged man's hair stand on end when he hears it.

"What's wrong with this guy?"

"Why is he so anxious?"

"What do you keep looking back at?"

…

The surroundings echoed with confused whispers from everyone.

In everyone's eyes, there is nothing behind the middle-aged man.

Everything he saw, heard, and experienced was something no one else could feel.

His panic, fear, and consternation all seemed absurd.

On the other end of the phone.

Zhang Qian's eyebrows were deeply furrowed.

She is twenty-three years old, 165 in height, has a good figure and good looks. She is a beautiful woman with a successful career in the eyes of the world.

Her ancestor had a Taoist priest in yellow clothes who was very famous. The yellow clothes were worn by the kings in Taoism and were the finest among the robes.

This led to her family being a believer for generations, but it was not until her generation that the world changed and she did not take up her father's mantle. Instead, she studied psychology and became a psychiatrist.

As a very famous beautiful psychiatrist in this city, she has treated countless patients with mental illness over the years.

But the middle-aged man now is the most special patient she has encountered in so many years.

Just this afternoon, a middle-aged man had visited her clinic and said many incomprehensible words to her.

The most eye-catching thing was that the middle-aged man said that there was a woman in white clothes and red shoes following him.

But...this woman doesn't exist at all...

"Don't scare yourself. The recent changes in your marriage, coupled with the impact of unemployment, have caused excessive mental stress on you, which has affected your visual nerves and caused hallucinations in front of your eyes."

After pondering for a moment, Zhang Qian comforted her with an extremely calm tone.

The middle-aged man couldn't listen at all.

"Dr. Zhang, what I said is true...it's too scary...it's too scary...I can't hold it anymore..."

"Didn't I ask you to memorize a section of the Taiping Sutra this afternoon? If you really feel that you are in trouble, just try reciting that mantra silently."

"Bah..."

As soon as Zhang Qian finished speaking, a buzzing sound came from the phone, and then the call was hung up.

Zhang Qian sat blankly on the chair, holding the mobile phone in her hand, her face uncertain, and she had no idea what happened to the other party.

Night market street center.

"Ah... call an ambulance quickly, someone cut his throat and committed suicide."

"How scary!"

"How come this man was walking when he suddenly took out a fruit knife from his pocket and cut his throat?"

…

At this moment, the crowd was in a panic and noisy. Everyone visiting the night market was frightened by the scene in front of them.

The middle-aged man... committed suicide by cutting his throat...

Just now, while talking on the phone, he walked to the center of the night market. Without any warning, he suddenly took out a fruit knife from his pocket, thrust it straight into his throat in the most terrifying way, and then stabbed it sideways.

Cut it off.

Blood spurted out from his broken neck like a spring, staining the ground beneath him red.

He was lying on the ground in a pool of blood, his eyes were as big as bull's eyes, bloodshot, and his body was twitching constantly.

Soon after, his body twitching stopped, his body stiffened, his breathing stopped, and he completely lost the breath of life.

The people visiting the night market stood at both ends of the night market, far away from him and did not dare to get close to him.

All this happened too suddenly and too terrifyingly.

What's worse is that it's evil, no one knows the reason why all this happened.

About ten minutes later, the ambulance arrived.

After examination by medical staff, it was found that the middle-aged man was dead.

Relevant department personnel inspected the scene and confirmed that the deceased died of suicide and there were no other abnormalities.

The call records of his mobile phone were retrieved and it was found that before he committed suicide, his last phone call was with Zhang Qian...

One o'clock in the morning.

Zhang Qian was alone at home, feeling heavy.

Half an hour ago, she received a call from relevant department personnel confirming the news of the middle-aged man's suicide.

As his psychiatrist, Zhang Qian knew clearly.

The middle-aged man is Chen Lin, forty-five years old, married, and runs a hardware store in Xicheng. He has no criminal record and has not had any grudges recently. There is no possibility of being murdered.

She came into contact with Chen Lin just a week ago.

In this week, Chen Lin came to her clinic four times for psychological consultation. The most recent one was yesterday afternoon. The relationship between them was just a doctor and a patient.

As a psychiatrist, Zhang Qian has always had a strong psychological quality. Although she is sad that the patient's life has passed away.

But Chen Lin's suicide had nothing to do with her, so she would not have any psychological burden.

But what she cared about was that before Chen Lin committed suicide, he kept saying that a woman in white clothes and red shoes had been following him.

Doesn't this... seem ridiculous?

Zhang Qian has been practicing medicine for so many years, and this patient is the most special one, and his death is also extremely strange.

Does the woman in white clothes and red shoes that he said exist?

What kind of invisible force is driving patients to commit suicide in such a painful way?

Could it be that he really went crazy?

At this moment, all kinds of questions were like mountains, constantly pressing on Zhang Qian's mind.

This thing not only puzzled her, but also made her feel very strange and unbelievable.

Around two o'clock in the morning.

Zhang Qian went into the bathroom and took a hot bath, then lay down on the bed to rest.

Too many things happened during this day, which made her mentally exhausted.

Soon after lying on the bed, her eyes felt heavy and she almost fell asleep.

"Hiss, hiss..."
To be continued...