Deceitful Game

Chapter 91 The Suffocating Rag Doll

Chapter 91 The Suffocating Rag Doll

Those are pink children's shoes, a style from many years ago.

Under the light of a flashlight, it even shimmered with the reflection of sequins.

He shone the light on them, but the shoes remained motionless.

"—What is that?"

Ai Shiping held his breath instantly.

Fear exploded from his spine, and a chilling sensation shot up from his tailbone like lightning, instantly soaking his back.

If he were an animal, he would definitely be furious by now.

"Hehehahaha————"

Just then, he heard a little girl's ethereal laughter behind him.

It's like a successful prank.

Ai Shiping clearly smelled something cold behind him—he turned around instantly, even subconsciously lowering his center of gravity, like a sneaky thief.

But he saw nothing.

He shone his flashlight over, but all he could see was an empty space.

Realizing something, Ai Shiping suddenly turned around again and looked at the stall in the women's restroom.

At this point, the pink shoes underneath had disappeared.

He swallowed hard.

"—Family members."

Ai Shiping hesitated for a moment: "Do you think I should go take a look?"

He is now both afraid and curious.

Reason tells him he should run away as soon as possible, while emotion tells him he should listen to reason.

But he can't really run away, can he?

He would feel uneasy if he left everything to Mingpo to handle.

He looked around for a few seconds, then gritted his teeth and walked over.

Recalling the strange phenomenon at the sink earlier, he opened the stall door from a distance and jumped back.

This time, however, the black snake did not emerge from the cubicle.

The toilet seat was securely closed, with only a slightly worn rag doll on top. Nothing else was there.

It was a blonde doll wearing a red dress and red shoes.

"Hey—friends, look—"

Ai Shiping whispered as he carefully held the doll in his arms.

He brought the camera closer and filmed it carefully: "I don't really know anything about this. What's it called again? — I think I've seen a Hatsune Miku version. It's soft inside. Is it cotton?"

【fufu?】

[Fufu usually refers specifically to Hatsune Miku, which is a plush toy.]

[Isn't this Nunu?]

"That's quite a reasoning behind it—"

Ai Shiping complained, "You guys are definitely braver than me. I was scared to death, and you didn't react at all—"

It's not like I'm on an adventure.

【Yeah yeah】

[Hey streamer, the other cameraman is already on the second floor, when are you going to go?]

[Just so you know, there are room keys in the security room]

Charge! Charge!

Seeing the eager comments on the screen, completely unlike their earlier urging him to run, Ai Shiping gritted his teeth: "Don't go too far! What will you all be watching if I die?!"

He didn't know what the doll was for, but he didn't dare abandon it. So he could only carry the doll as he walked out of the first-floor restaurant's restroom.

It looks quite comical, like holding a child.

"Cough—cough cough cough—"

But at that moment, the "doll" in his arms suddenly seemed to come alive and began to cough violently.

It felt like something was stuck in my throat; I was coughing and seemed to want to vomit, but I couldn't cough it up or vomit it out.

The baby looked like it was about to suffocate.

Ai Shiping was startled and immediately panicked, asking, "Hey, what do we do, guys? Should I take a picture now?"

If you ask him to solve a puzzle, he has no problem. Whether it's a math problem, a logic problem, or a game of human psychology, he has no problem—he's also a master of the Tower of Hanoi, able to complete four layers of the Tower of Hanoi in ten seconds.

However, taking care of children was indeed a blind spot for Ai Shiping.

After all, Ai Shiping had never seen a child.

He's unmarried, and doesn't even have a girlfriend. His entire family is gone; he has nowhere to go home for the Lunar New Year, and no opportunity to take care of his relatives' children. After graduation, he rarely keeps in touch with his classmates, and none of his friends with children visit him.

He even learned the way he held the doll from playing games.

Ai Shiping was extremely anxious, and the answers given in the live chat were varied:

Just pat his back and help him breathe easier.

[This person is choking; the Heimlich maneuver should be used.]

Why don't you reach in and take it?

Just give it a punch in the stomach; it's a rag doll anyway.

What is the Heimlich maneuver?

Ai Shiping paced anxiously, asking hurriedly.

Other methods seemed somewhat unreliable—of course, the most crucial point was that he remembered seeing the term in the newspaper just now.

The girl who choked to death on her food had been given the Heimlich maneuver by the waiter. However, the resuscitation attempt failed—which is why she had already lost vital signs by the time paramedics arrived.

Ai Shiping felt that this should be a hint!

Fortunately, the comments section quickly provided guidance:

[Hold me from behind and suddenly tighten your grip on my stomach!]

Clench one fist and thrust it into the diaphragm.

[Or you could do CPR, like laying him flat and pressing hard on his stomach.]

Keep going, keep going rhythmically!

It's like picking someone up from behind.

The comments section was quite enthusiastic, but the command was very chaotic.

However, Ai Shiping roughly understood.

So he held the phone between his left fingers and hugged the doll to his chest with both hands.

"Don't be nervous—"

He spoke softly to the doll, regardless of whether it could hear him or not.

He suddenly pulled his arms back, feeling the cotton doll's body deflate abruptly. As he released it, it quickly inflated again, and the coughing sound seemed to pause for a moment. Then Ai Shiping immediately tightened his grip again!

He repeated it three times, and the doll vomited something out with a "waah".

With a clang, the object fell to the ground with a metallic sound.

Seeing that the baby had stopped coughing and returned to its previous quiet state, Ai Shiping immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

He didn't care whether the doll was still useful or not, and kept holding it in his arms.

"Thanks, guys—"

He expressed his gratitude softly, pointing the lights and camera at the ground.

After the ground was illuminated, the stuff the doll had vomited out could finally be seen.

—That was a section of a finger.

Ai Shiping picked it up—he felt like he didn't have enough hands to hold it.

He squeezed the fingers—slender, white, and with a hint of elasticity; even the fingernails showed a touch of pinkish-white. It didn't seem like someone who had been dead for a long time.

It's a woman's finger, so she shouldn't be too old. At most, in her early twenties—or perhaps very well-maintained.

"She wasn't wearing manicures, but her nails were very long—she was a beautiful blue crab lady."

Ai Shiping frowned deeply: "How could I have choked on this stuff?!"

A thought popped into his mind—

Could the little girl in that news story have also been choked by this stuff?

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