A.B.A.I: Mystery of Ghost Village

Ch. 11

"Why are you scarier when there are no ghosts!."

Salsa hit Akbar on the head with her small hand. Akbar just dodged while laughing pointing towards the house that was located a bit away from them.

"Like a relic." Akbar could not describe his current mood.

The terrace under the building is very large, like a medium-sized modern square, with spacious open spaces, pavilions and rocks, artificial ponds. Everything in front of him was spectacular and terrifying. "This place is like a newly excavated underground city. Maybe there's something buried waiting for us to dig."

Arman only listened to Akbar's explanation, He felt Akbar was very familiar with the house in his heart, but did not speak.

"This place is too big. If you're just looking for a signature without a clue, you probably won't find it in ten years." Dinda looked at the magnificent building.

"I don't want to stay here for ten years ...." Salsa hugged Arman's arm and shivered.

Akbar speechless.

“Ease you want, let's just seven days here, how?.” Arman reminds Salsa mercilessly.

Akbar still did not say a word, and Dinda began to cry.

Everyone looked at this majestic and complicated city building, and they all wanted to cry without tears. Everyone hopes this day passes like an illusion. They really hope this is just one— Dream.

Thirteen of their comrades' lives were waiting to be saved. So they decided to enter the area of the house.

"There may be a place where the incident happened ...," Akbar walked slowly.

Akbar stared at a stone engraved name standing in front of a small house like a one-story boarding room, the difference between the small house in the middle of an artificial pond.

It says a name—Xiayu.

The cat was shocked and silent from the beginning to find this house.

“This is the first clear clue drawn to us.” Arman also stopped, not planning to enter the small house.

“If this is a hint, will we find a sign or a corpse?.” Dinda felt her voice was not like her own.

"This is what that little sister meant by Yuxia ?."

Akbar's heart was so unsettled, a strange memory appeared in his mind. This name is like his little friend. When she was a child, the sister used to scare her with her white doll whose hair was unraveled face down and dragged on the floor to crawl.

But that's impossible !

Xiayu had been missing since a few months or years ago!

"Accadio !!."

Akbar ran towards the small house and entered. His steps came to a halt when he saw a white doll, just like the one in his memory.

"Xejay ... Xiyuan ...." Akbar kept muttering the same name over and over again.

"Accad!!!."

Arman, Salsa and Dinda are stunned to see Akbar kneeling in front of the small doll.

"Xiayu, why do I think this name is a bit familiar? If I remember her ...," Dinda thought of something, Salsa turned her head and looked at Akbar: “Akbar, I remember that name ... In novels .... "

"Maybe it was just a coincidence. There was a heroine in my novel named Xiayu. It was my first novel." Akbar raised his face then with trembling hands stroking the little doll. "I used to say that, at first, now ... I can't."

Beyond a doubt, Akbar is not only an exemplary student, not just a photographer, but a novelist as well.

“It was just a hobby,” Akbar said lightly. "Because sometimes I like to forget certain memories."

"Is he dead?."

"No." Akbar drew a smile at the corner of his mouth: "He didn't die, Xiayu didn't die in the novel, now neither did and later on he finally achieved happiness with his own efforts."

Arman breathed.

Inexplicably, He also felt that Xiyu had not died even more miserably, and the evil demon seemed to want to kill happy and beautiful things for Akbar and Xiayu.

"Maybe it's a coincidence" Salsa told Akbar.

"Yes, don't be sad. Let's find out what happened with Xiyu here.” Dinda tried to comfort Akbar.