Chapter 540 Nightmare Returns
Justin switched hospitals twice in a row.
He underwent extensive brain scans, and the results were consistent.
He was perfectly normal.
There were no signs of neural damage that could cause hallucinations.
This made Justin incredibly irate.
He had nearly smashed the second neurologist's office.
Fortunately, Chris and his two brothers were there to hold him back.
"Quacks, they're all quacks," Justin cursed as he left the hospital.
Chris glanced at the energy drink Justin was holding.
Then, at the dark circles and bags under his eyes, as well as his bloodshot eyeballs.
"Did you not sleep today?" Chris asked.
"It's none of your business! Have you found Thalassa or not? In three trading days, I lost all my money! Is she going to take care of it or not? Are you even useful?" Justin snapped back.
Chris just gave him a cold look without replying.
Last night, he had received a very strange video.
At first, he thought it was a scary prank by someone.
He was about to close and delete it when he saw Justin lying on the ground.
Then, Justin, frightened and retreating in panic by the ghost in the video named Selena, explicitly confessed to killing Selena.
Chris realized something was off.
Then, he saw the pale, taut feet.
They overlapped with a memory in his mind.
"Mom!" Chris exclaimed in shock.
Then, Justin, just like he had confessed to killing Selena earlier, admitted to having gotten rid of his mother.
Even though Chris had suspected it all along.
However, hearing Justin admit it with his own words was a different kind of gut punch.
"Thalassa hates my guts. Sending me to convince her is like adding fuel to the fire, isn't it?" Chris said with icy indifference.
"It's no use!"
Justin was stomping his feet in frustration.
So much money gone down the drain in the span of three days.
The mere thought made him feel sick to his stomach.
Just then, Justin's gaze drifted across the busy street.
At the traffic light, there stood a figure, drenched and unkempt.
Justin screamed in horror, swiftly shutting his eyes.
"What are you doing?" Chris frowned, looking in the direction of Justin's gaze.
He saw nothing.
"A ghost! There's a ghost over by the traffic light!" Justin pointed, his peripheral vision cautiously scanning the area again.
However, the drenched figure had vanished.
"What's going on with you?" Chris asked sternly. "Dad, tell me the truth. Does Mrs. Maria's death have anything to do with you? Since she passed away, you've been getting more unhinged by the day. When I visited the hospital that night, even the nurses suspected you were possessed."
At the mention of possession, Justin's hair stood on end.
"Shut up!" he roared. "There are no ghosts in this world! My head was badly injured by Kenny, I need to see a doctor!"
Chris frowned.
For some reason, as Justin stared at Chris's face, he glimpsed an illusion of Anne.
Justin cried out again in terror.
Then, stepping back several paces, he shrieked, "You're in cahoots with them, you're out to get me too!"
In a fit of yelling, he hurried to the curb and hailed a taxi.
"Driver, do you know of any particularly efficacious shrines around here? Take me there," Justin hurriedly said after getting into the car.
He had been running on almost no sleep for three days and nights.
Surviving on energy drinks.
He dared not sleep.
Fearing he'd return to that nightmare realm.
They were all there.
Those venomous women must be longing to devour his flesh and drink his blood.
He wanted to find the most powerful spiritual healer in the sanctuary, to kill them once more, to scatter their souls to the winds.
While contemplating this, the driver in the front seat abruptly rotated his head with a jarring, mechanical sound.
"Can't take you to a shrine, but how about the eighteenth level of hell?"
The driver's face was peeling away, revealing his ghastly skeletal features.
Justin screamed at the top of his lungs.
Then, felt a sudden drop beneath him.
A splash echoed as he found himself plunging into water again.
Foul and murky, he was immersed with that bloated corpse.
Justin was panic-stricken.
Desperately struggling, he swam toward shore.
Behind him, it seemed that the floating corpse was staring him down.
Justin felt a pang of guilt, convinced that the gaze he sensed belonged to Maria. He scrambled up the bank, only to realize that he was in the wilderness. The sky was a dull grey; behind him flowed a river of vivid blue, shrouded in thick fog.
A swollen figure with unkempt hair stood in the water, its face indistinct, staring at him with malice. Justin fell to the ground, scrambling back several feet. The figure remained in the water, as if unable to advance any closer.
An idea suddenly struck Justin. "You died in the water, that's why you can't come ashore!" he exclaimed, laughing.
His laughter stopped when he heard the sound of a shovel digging behind him. By now, Justin was on high alert. Warily eyeing the shadowy figure in the water, he cautiously stood up and turned toward the source of the noise.
Soon, he spotted a road just ten steps away, where someone was digging with a shovel. Justin thought he had encountered a living person and hurried over, calling out, "Hey sir, where am I?"
The man digging didn't respond, simply continuing his task. The closer Justin got, the more familiar the silhouette seemed.
Just as his memory was about to unlock, Justin saw something. At the man's feet lay a body, half its head smashed, the mangled face barely recognizable with one eye fixated on Justin.
"Toby Brody! Why must you have it out for me? You could've led a good life, but you chose to seek death," the digger muttered menacingly.
"From now on, you'll lie under this road, trampled by people, crushed by cars—doomed never to find peace!"
"That's the price you pay for trying to steal my girl!
"That's the price for what you did to Anne!
"If it wasn't for your return, luring her away, would she have ever thought of leaving me and the kids? You killed her, and you dare accuse me of being the murderer?"
Justin heard his own voice and recoiled in terror. "This must be a dream, I'm definitely dreaming!" He backed away, slapping his cheeks hard. "Wake up, Justin, you need to wake up!"
That's when he accidentally stepped into a puddle.
The next moment, a foul smell enveloped him from behind.
"Honey, come and join me..."
Maria's voice echoed immediately afterward.
He could feel her presence on his back, a slimy sensation unmistakable.
"No, I don't want to die!" Justin tried to shake off whatever was clinging to him. "You're already dead, I can't join you!"
"You killed me!" Maria's voice rose into a desperate scream. "I gave you everything, even my daughter didn't want me anymore. Why?" "
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