Spoiled (Lily)

Chapter 326

Chapter 326 Corpse in the Wardrobe

Seeing that Blake ignored her, the female ghost could not help being puzzled.

Was she mistaken?

The man in front of her looked like a priest, it could not possibly be this young girl.

With no other option, the female ghost crouched to the side, observing Blake’s actions, and muttered

bitterly, “Finally, someone found me…”

She had been trapped in that state for an extended period, unable to recall exactly how long it had

been- only that it felt like an eternity.

Blake exerted force on the cabinet door, but it remained locked, refusing to budge.

Squatting in front of the cabinet without lifting his gaze, he asked, “Do you have a screwdriver?”

Tiffany hurriedly grabbed the screwdriver, saying. “Yes, here it is.”

Lilly followed Blake’s lead and squatted in front of the cabinet.

“Dad, it’s locked. Can you open it with the screwdriver? Don’t you need a key?” Lilly inquired.

Blake extended his hand to touch the keyhole just as Tiffany arrived with the screwdriver, handing it

over to him.

“My good girl, I’ll teach you how to pick a lock,” he said.

Lilly nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, “Okay!”

Blake had a serious expression as he explained, “Take a moment to feel the surface and locate the

position. where the lock cylinder might be.”

Lilly extended her hand and carefully touched the surface of the cabinet, attempting to identify the

location of the lock cylinder.

Blake then directed, “Now, insert the screwdriver at this particular angle.”

Lilly muttered to himself, “Screwdriver, screwdriver… using it to repair the floor in the middle of the

night… finding the highs and lows…”

Blake was speechless.

As the resounding melody of a victorious nation echoed in his mind, Blake’s mouth twitched slightly,

and he proceeded to demonstrate, “Watch closely, then follow these steps,”

With the screwdriver held firmly in one hand, he applied pressure with his palm and delivered a forceful

strike on the top of the screwdriver’s handle.

With a loud bang, the lock mechanism clicked, and the cabinet door popped open

A sudden realization dawned upon Lilly, and he exclaimed, “I get it now!”

Was this hard work?

She could do it as well.

I’ll try it when I reach home…

Blake didn’t know what Lilly was thinking about, so he opened the drawer without much thought.

“Woosh!”

The drawer was unexpectedly deep, positioned at the edge of the bed.

Lilly volunteered, saying, “I know how to do this, Daddy!”

She extended her small hand and pushed the bed towards the corner of the wall.

Blake, quick-witted and nimble, lightly pressed his palm against the bed’s edge, simulating the action of

pushing it away.

Tiffany was genuinely startled, her eyes filled with astonishment as she glanced at Blake.

Tiffany thought that Blake was incredibly strong.

Meanwhile, the female ghost muttered, “This little girl sure is strong,”

Upon hearing what the female ghost said, Lilly suddenly realized that they had inadvertently revealed

their discovery.

Without uttering a word, Blake proceeded to open the drawer halfway, swiftly assessing its contents

before closing it again. He then commanded, “Call 911!”

Tiffany let out a groan, taking a few steps back before collapsing weakly onto the bed.

“No, it can’t be…” she uttered in horror. “The corpse… it in my closet?”

Lilly offered reassurance, saying, “Don’t worry, Miss. As you can see, we’ve discovered it early!”

Thank you, that didn’t make me feel better at all….

Observing that Tiffany was unable to make the call, Blake swiftly retrieved his phone and dialed the

emergency number.

Within five minutes, several plainclothes individuals rushed to the scene.

The closet was pulled back, revealing its true nature.

The so-called closet was, in fact, a built-in wall cabinet The one before them was an actual closet, Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

measuring approximately 5 feet in width.

Tiffany had been oblivious to the fact that this seemingly shallow drawer-like closet concealed such

significant depth.

Indeed, upon opening the wardrobe, it appeared to be an ordinary wardrobe at first glance.

However, as the drawer was pulled open, the stench of decaying rodents grew even stronger. Among

the sundries atop the wardrobe were empty quilt bags, black plastic bags, and a few worn-out

garments.

Yet, upon removing this layer of miscellaneous items, chilling sight awaited them. Tightly wrapped in a

black plastic bag lay a long, contorted object, unmistakably bearing the shape of a human being.

Overwhelmed by the stimulation, Tiffany’s eyes rolled back, and she passed out.

A nearby police officer swiftly came to her aid, providing support while calling for medical assistance.

Lilly shook her head disapprovingly, remarking, “See, that’s why you shouldn’t stay up late! Your

resilience. is much weaker than others!”

Blake interjected, correcting him, “That’s referred to as stress resistance.”

Lilly quickly amended his statement, saying. “That’s right, her ability to withstand stress is much weaker

than others,”

Blake nodded, and looked at the time. When he saw it is heart tightened!

It’s five o’clock!

As Blake contemplated the situation, he realized that it would take about an hour to return, considering

that Bettany typically wakes up at six o’clock.

He could not help but wonder why they could not simply retrieve the bag upon their return.

However, a moment of realization washed over Blake, bringing a sense of calmness once again.

After all, Anthony was there to cover them.

Feeling instantly relieved, Blake held Lilly in his arms, finding solace in the presence of Anthony. He

even had a moment to observe the police securing the scene, gathering evidence, and capturing

photographs.

The female ghost remained seated, her hair obscuring her face, as she watched the bustling activity

unfold. The investigators diligently removed the black plastic bag that had once encased her, carefully

cutting it open.

Her gruesome appearance from the time of her death was immediately exposed for all to see. Her face,

in particular, bore deep lacerations, with the flesh grotesquely turned inside out.

Wearing gloves, the forensic doctor gingerly picked up the white substance found beside the corpse,

examining it closely. Suddenly, his expression changed dramatically.

“It’s salt… the body was heavily salted as if it had been pickled…” he exclaimed, his voice filled with

disbelief.

Everyone was stunned.

Speaking in a hushed tone, Blake asked, “Did you ask what the female ghost remembers?”

Lilly shook her head, replying, “She doesn’t seem to recall anything.”

“Master said that some people who die suddenly experience intense pain or fear before their death,

causing them to forget the events leading up to their deaths,”

“She didn’t know who she was or where she came from. So, she could only wander around where she

died. She would follow the first person she sees after death arid imitate them. Eventually, she’d

possess them…”

That was why some ghosts would trail those who had taken their lives. It was because the murderer

was

often the first entity the deceased encounters as a ghost

The female ghost before them remained oblivious to the underlying reasons, but Tiffany happened to

be the first person she encountered upon becoming a ghost.

Without any memory, her actions were guided solely by unconscious imitation and an insatiable desire

to possess Tillany.