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Zhong Kui's Diary
What’s going on? How did this kid end up in the headquarters of the Underworld?
Ugh, am I seeing things? The Underworld headquarters is actually here.
The kid has changed into a clean outfit, and judging by the craftsmanship and quality of the clothing, it must be quite expensive. His hair is no longer messy; it has been styled to shine. Compared to the one I saw before, what a difference! One is a rich second-generation heir, and the other is a ** second-generation.
Upon seeing me, the kid's expression is surprisingly calm. His gaze sweeps across my face without stopping for even a moment, as if he were looking at a stranger.
“Hey, don’t you recognize me?” I couldn’t help but ask when I saw his demeanor.
Fatty looked at me in surprise and said, “Ghost Brother, do you know him?”
The kid furrowed his brows and glanced at me, showing a thoughtful expression. After a while, he shook his head and said, “Sorry, I don’t know you!”
His expression didn’t seem fake. Could I have mistaken him for someone else? How could that be possible? Would I really misidentify the scar on his brow?
“Is there something you need? If not, I’m leaving!” The kid asked with an air of impatience.
“No, no! By the way, what’s your name?”
“Just call me Tong Tong!”
“...Nice name!”
After Tong Tong left, Fatty asked me what happened. I recounted my encounter with Tong Tong at the Sales Office entrance. Fatty scratched his head in confusion and said, “With such an obvious scar, there’s no way you could mistake him. Is this kid crazy? I think everyone here is crazy.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. Fatty’s answer was indeed a universal explanation; whenever something doesn’t make sense, attributing it to craziness makes everything easier to understand.
Then they analyzed several possibilities, but none seemed plausible, and eventually, the two fell asleep in confusion.
When I woke up, I found myself tightly bound to a table. No, it wasn't that I was tied up; rather, my hands and feet were secured to the table with something metallic, and my head was firmly fixed in place by a frame. Above my head was a circular disk filled with many light bulbs. In an instant, I understood—I was on an operating table, and the disk was a surgical lamp.
What is this? Are they going to perform surgery on me? Suddenly, memories of those posts circulating online about organ thefts flashed through my mind—kidneys, livers, corneas being stolen. Oh no, could I have encountered one of those organ trafficking gangs? I have such a deep bond with my kidneys!
There was no one around; the silence was terrifying. I wanted to scream loudly but realized I couldn't make a sound.
The more I couldn't scream, the more anxious I became; the more anxious I got, the more I wanted to shout. This vicious cycle made my heart race faster and my breathing grow more frantic. Due to the tension, my throat emitted a series of choking sounds, and I felt like I was on the brink of collapse.
"Hello!" A voice came from beside me.
Upon hearing that voice, a feeling surged within me as if the roller coaster ride had finally come to a stop. The heavy stone in my heart had finally dropped, and I let out a long sigh of relief—thank goodness someone was talking.
A figure appeared in my line of sight: wearing a light blue coat and hat, with a light blue mask hanging crookedly over his ears—it was Gu Quan.
"Congratulations! You have passed our tests. Next, I will personally perform surgery on you," Gu Quan said with a smile. "You don't need to give me any red envelopes; I'm a very conscientious doctor!"
What the hell? What kind of surgery are you going to perform on me? Circumcision is also surgery; so is kidney removal...
As if he heard my thoughts, Gu Quan raised his hands and tightened his light blue gloves. "This surgery is actually quite simple—just cut open your body and stuff some things inside. Really, it's very simple."
"Look, this is the scalpel..." Gu Quan picked up surgical instruments one by one from beside me and displayed them in front of my eyes. What are these tools? A butcher's knife, tiger claws, and even a hammer and chisel! That hammer looks familiar; it seems to be the one from the escape room that I used to knock on the toilet...
"These are the things that will be stuffed inside your body! There are too many items to show you all," Gu Quan said as he lifted up a golden object and shook it—it was a golden arm skeleton with fingers that looked incredibly lifelike.
"Let's get started!" Gu Quan smiled at me, put on his mask, took out a butcher's knife, waved it around for effect, then pressed some switch. The butcher's knife made several mechanical sounds and transformed into a miniature chainsaw that gleamed coldly. "I think using a chainsaw for disemboweling is much more convenient."
Screw this!
"Sleep now, child!" Gu Quan seemed to have triggered some switch. I felt a sharp pain in my back, as if a needle had pierced my spine. Gradually, I began to feel confused, vaguely seeing Gu Quan raise a chainsaw towards me. At that moment, it seemed a shadow appeared beside Gu Quan, and everything went dark; I lost consciousness.
When I woke up, I found myself lying on a bed in a hotel room. Fatty was sitting on another bed, watching television and slurping instant noodles.
Yes, this room is 609 of the Foreign Trade Hotel! Although my head was still muddled, my eyes weren't blind; how could I miss that glaring red warning light above the TV?
Just as I was about to get up, I realized I had no sensation in my body, as if all my strength had vanished. I couldn't help but let out a soft groan.
Fatty turned around when he saw I was awake, casually placing the instant noodles down and coming over to my side. "How are you doing, Ghost Brother? Feeling any better?"
"Are we back?" I managed to move a bit; this time it felt slightly better, and I could sense my body again. It seemed like the aftereffects of the anesthetic were still lingering. Had they implanted some strange things inside me? Had those golden bones already been placed in my body?
"Yes, we're back!" Fatty nodded.
"What happened?"
"Who knows what happened? At that time, I was on the operating table. That Autumn Red Flag was cleaning axes and chisels or something. Wang Chuan came in and said a couple of words to him, then Red Flag released me. After that, they told me to bring you back to the Foreign Trade Hotel because you had already been injected with anesthetics." Fatty shook his head, looking terrified. "What kind of surgery requires axes and chisels? Motherfucker, those surgical tools are really something else."
I struggled to sit up a little and asked Fatty to place two pillows behind me so I could lean against the headboard comfortably. As I calmed down and tried to piece together what had happened, the more I thought about it, the more chaotic it became. There seemed to be no clear thread to follow.
First, the Iron Blood Gang and Red Wolf Hall had clashed violently; their leader Xiao Yuan was severely injured, and both gangs were nearly wiped out. Then the Underworld rose unexpectedly, disregarding the unspoken rules of Sun City’s underworld and aggressively seizing territory. Meanwhile, we had gotten into a fight with Wang Chuan and were captured at their headquarters for testing. Just when they were about to implant something inside us, Wang Chuan intervened and let us go.
What exactly was going on? Were we just like white mice being tested without any resolution? This situation was too strange; it truly made no sense. All I wanted was to find a Fire Spirit Pearl. Remembering the Fire Spirit Pearl made me anxious as I asked Fatty, "By the way, do you remember where we came from? Also, what was the situation with the Iron Blood Gang when you arrived at the Foreign Trade Hotel?"
I had arranged with Xiao Yuan to guard the Foreign Trade Hotel for three days; he promised he would give me the Fire Spirit Pearl after that time. That time had long passed—had Xiao Yuan's reinforcements arrived? Surely he hadn't been killed?
"I was blindfolded when I left the room and then got into a car. The car drove to the Foreign Trade Hotel before they removed my blindfold; it twisted and turned so much that I can't even remember where we came from," Fatty said with a frustrated expression. "Fortunately, Zhao Ting was on duty at the front desk. After helping me get you settled in your room, Zhao Ting updated me on what had happened during this time; she just left."
Just left? That meant not long after I entered the Foreign Trade Hotel. Taking out my phone to check the time reminded me that it had run out of battery long ago. I pulled out my charger along with my phone and handed it to Fatty: "Please charge it for me first. What about Zhao Ting?"
"Iron Blood Gang" sent over a dozen men from headquarters, and they are all waiting at the hospital for Xiao Yuan to wake up." Fatty plugged my phone into the power supply and casually asked, "Do you want me to make you a bowl of instant noodles?"
"Sure, sounds good!" I replied, feeling hungry already. "By the way, were you just waiting for Xiao Yuan to wake up? Didn't he wake up a while ago?"
"Haha, according to Zhao Ting, this guy is quite strange. He was lying in bed just fine, then suddenly passed out with a burp, and after a while, he burped again and woke up. This has happened several times, and the doctors are at a loss about it." Fatty laughed heartily as if it were a joke.
"Maybe he got hit on the head and hasn't recovered yet. Let's go check on him." I felt deep sympathy; after all, in Moon City, I had been hit with a massage stick and ended up with a mild concussion myself. We are both brain-dead in our own ways.
Next, my body had mostly returned to normal; anesthesia affects individuals differently. Going downstairs with Fatty, I saw Zhao Ting at the front desk. In the lobby's reception area sat two men who looked like reinforcements from Iron Blood Gang.
After greeting Zhao Ting and asking where to find good breakfast, Fatty and I left the hotel to find a place to eat. After breakfast, we bought some fried dough sticks to bring along since it would be rude to visit a patient empty-handed.
As we reached the door of the ward, the hallway was filled with smoke. A dozen men were gathered outside the door, either standing or squatting. When they saw Fatty and me approaching with fried dough sticks, they eyed us with slight hostility. Among them was a long-haired slim young man who caught my attention; he stood there casually with his hands in his pockets, seemingly indifferent but giving off the vibe of a cobra ready to strike.
Fortunately, Tian Zhiyong was among them. He came over with a smile and greeted us: "Hey there, Zheng Nan and Fat Brother! Where have you two been gallivanting around?"
It was no surprise; we had promised Xiao Yuan to guard Foreign Trade Hotel 3 but had gone missing instead. What happened to our good credit? If it weren't for Tian Zhiyong being Mao Shun's undercover agent, who knows what harsher words might have come out.
"It's complicated. Can I go in to see Boss Xiao?"
"Alright! Just in time; Boss Xiao is awake now." Tian Zhiyong signaled for the big guys at the door to make way, opened the door, and gestured for us to enter.
"Boss Xiao, looking good!" As soon as I entered, I greeted Xiao Yuan. His complexion had improved significantly, though his eyes occasionally flashed with confusion.
"Zheng Nan, Fatty, hello!" Xiao Yuan smiled at us: "You came over but brought something too? Is that... fried dough sticks? Wow, you really didn't have to go through all that trouble!"
Fatty and I felt no shame at all and casually chatted with Xiao Yuan for a bit.
"Boss Xiao, I went straight into Underworld's headquarters and held back their main forces; that's how we managed to keep Foreign Trade Hotel safe. Now that you're awake..." I nodded toward Xiao Yuan with an expression that said 'you know what I mean.'
"What did we talk about earlier?" Xiao Yuan smiled and nodded, revealing his dimples.
"The Fire Spirit Pearl!"
"The Fire Spirit Pearl? What Fire Spirit Pearl?" Xiao Yuan looked at us with a puzzled expression.
Damn, is he trying to play dumb? But his expression doesn't seem fake; he genuinely seems unaware of the Fire Spirit Pearl.
What's going on? I looked at Tian Zhiyong with suspicion. Tian Zhiyong quickly pulled me aside. "Doctor, there's a bit of an issue with Boss Xiao."
Tian Zhiyong poked his own head with his finger. "Some things he doesn't remember; in medical terms, this is called selective amnesia or memory fragmentation!"
"What does that mean?" I became anxious upon hearing this.
"He might really not remember anything about the Fire Spirit Pearl!" Tian Zhiyong looked at me with regret.
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