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Zhong Kui's Diary
"Communication?" I instinctively repeated, filled with confusion.
"That's right, communication." Meatball grinned, the muscles in its face twitching; it seemed it hadn't fully mastered facial expressions yet.
I noticed Fatty's hand reaching for his pocket, knowing he intended to pull out a gun. I quickly grabbed him to stop him. Meanwhile, I asked Meatball, "Who exactly are you? What do you want to communicate with us?"
"Who am I?" Meatball chuckled and pointed his chin toward Redwood Coffin. "You don't even know who I am after where I came from?"
"Chen Fei'er?" I asked uncertainly.
"Exactly!"
"You are a ghost?" Even though I had mentally prepared myself, hearing this confirmation made my heart twitch involuntarily. A doubt then arose: "Don't take me for someone who has never seen a ghost. The ghosts I've encountered could communicate directly with us. Why do you have to possess Meatball to talk to us?"
"Is that so rare? Can't there be deaf-mute disabilities among ghosts?" Chen Fei'er seemed to have completely taken control of Meatball's body, and the expressions on its face began to come alive.
Chen Fei'er's words left me dumbfounded: "So you demons also experience life and death?"
"Of course. In the Underworld and Yang Realm, everything has its own fate. Whether human or ghost, we all struggle through the vastness of the mortal world." A sense of weariness that didn't match Meatball's age appeared on Chen Fei'er's face, making it feel oddly strange.
Fatty, intrigued by this, hurriedly asked, "So among your ghosts, do females have cup sizes too? Do you get your period every month? The last ghost we encountered had female ghosts who were all quite indifferent... uh, and also..."
I quickly interrupted Fatty. Once he got going on this topic, he could go on for hours without repeating himself. I turned to Chen Fei'er and forced a smile. "Aren't you here to communicate with us? Just say what you need to say directly. Once you're done, you can return to your Underworld, and Meatball can come back to our Yang Realm. We won't interfere with each other anymore, right?"
"This time, I died unjustly! If I don't take revenge, I won't be at peace even as a ghost." Chen Fei'er sneered, "So, I must kill those three people!"
"Who are the three?" I frowned, my mind racing. Could there be more to Chen Fei'er's death? Was it possibly her biological father, Ma Xingrui? But that would only account for one person.
"You don't need to worry about that!" Chen Fe'er glanced at me with a half-smile. "I'm just letting you know that debts must be repaid, and those who caused my death will not be allowed to roam freely in this world."
"But why are you telling me this?" I was even more puzzled.
"Because I want to play a game with you! Guess who the next victim will be." Chen Fei'er's expression was even more playful.
"I don't have time to play games with you. If you want revenge, go do it yourself." I flatly refused, trying to appear cold-hearted. I added, "It's just killing three people; there are so many who die unjustly in this world. It could be due to war or drug abuse. I'm not some kind of saint; what does it have to do with me?"
Fatty nodded and chimed in, "Those who die unjustly could die from various reasons, even from exhaustion. What does that have to do with us?"
Chen Fei'er chuckled lightly, "If I threatened your family's safety, would you call me despicable?"
I was furious at her words. "Is that even a question?"
"Yes, I am that despicable!" Chen Fei'er laughed heartily. "I hear you have quite a good relationship with Yang Guo'er?"
"Who exactly are you? How do you know about my situation?" I was both angry and shocked.
"I'm a ghost; if I didn't know these things, I'd rather just die again!" Chen Fei'er smiled proudly.
"How do you want me to play with you?" I felt a bit deflated. Even though Guo'er and Qingcheng shared one body now, their consciousnesses had not merged; in other words, Guo'er was still Guo'er, and Qingcheng was still Qingcheng. If a ghost encountered Qingcheng's consciousness, it would naturally be a death sentence, but what if it was Guo'er's consciousness that I encountered at night? Plus, my family includes my parents as well.
"Let's do this. I'll give you a hint about the first person I want to kill, and then I'll leave a second hint on him." Chen Fei'er chuckled lightly and said, "Listen carefully, the first hint is that his last name is Du!"
"And then?" I pressed for more.
"That's it! The first hint ends there! I'm off now; you need to work hard." Chen Fei'er laughed softly, but suddenly her facial muscles became extremely stiff, and a large amount of black mist surged from her features. In an instant, the black mist gathered above Meatball, cackling twice before slowly drifting to the door. It twisted and rolled a few times before the semi-transparent figure on the glass door began to fade and eventually disappeared. With a sound like Skosko, the black mist floated away.
Damn, there are over ten million people in Moon City; there must be at least a thousand people with the last name Du! Am I supposed to watch each one individually? Even if there were only ten or eight, they would have to be willing to cooperate. Oh, just because someone says they want to kill someone with the last name Du, does that mean others will willingly let themselves be monitored? Impossible!
Feeling anxious, I noticed that Meatball finally burst into tears. I shook my head and helped Fatty lift Qingfeng and the others up. They all had superficial injuries; after resting for a while, these Taoists would be able to move around on their own.
They had all witnessed what happened, so they didn't hold any grudges against us for hurting them. They gathered around Meatball, expressing their concern. After ensuring everyone was settled, Qingfeng Daozhang walked over and asked me, "A Ghost, what are you planning to do?"
I replied irritably, "Take it one step at a time."
"You mean you're going to wait until the first victim appears before making any plans?" Qingfeng Daozhang frowned at me.
"What else can I do? This is Moon City, an international capital city with over ten million residents—not counting the transient population." Just thinking about it made my head spin.
"Zhong Gui, your mindset isn't right. Avoiding responsibility won't solve anything. Since this problem has fallen on you, you need to confront it proactively," Qingfeng said seriously.
I looked at Qingfeng in surprise. Wow, this old guy actually makes sense sometimes; he really knows how to put things in perspective.
"There's no other way; you can go to the police station first. Even if you can't stop it, at least you'll know right away when someone with the surname Du dies." Qingfeng patted my shoulder. "I can't help much, so this matter is up to you."
With that, Qingfeng Daozhang got up to check on the other Taoists. I quietly glanced at his back and suddenly felt that this old man was not as mercenary and pitiful as he seemed.
I called Lingfeng, who still wanted me to find Gu Shuchang. He said that it would be fine if Gu Shuchang handled this kind of thing. After asking me a few more questions, he said, "Keep in mind that next Saturday is my wedding day with Li Xinyan. You all need to come back for the celebration."
My mood instantly brightened, and I laughed, "Do I even need to say it? I have to cause some trouble during the wedding night; I've already planned my act. Don't complain when the time comes."
After hanging up with Lingfeng, I called Gu Shuchang to update him on the situation. Gu Shuchang didn't say much; he just hummed a few times before hanging up. Not long after, Gu Shuchang called me back and said with a laugh, "Someone was nearby just now, so there were some things I couldn't ask. Please tell me in detail."
I checked the time; it was already past eleven at night. If someone was nearby, could it be that he was meeting an online friend? I chuckled inwardly but recounted everything carefully over the phone, and Gu Shuchang gave me a clear response.
Fatty suggested that I also call Ma Zhenkai. After thinking about it, I ultimately decided against it. It seemed pointless to contact him for this kind of matter. Wouldn't it be strange if someone discovered a murder and instead of calling the police first, they called their gang leader?
Golden Tortoise had somehow managed to get two light tubes replaced, and everyone pitched in to clean up a bit before squeezing behind the curtain to sleep.
The next morning, Fatty and I took a car into the city and casually found a hotel. After taking a shower, we went back to sleep. If it weren't for the funeral home being in a remote location where we couldn't catch a ride, we would have run away overnight. The quality of sleep last night was terrible; among those Taoists, five were snoring, two were grinding their teeth, and two were talking in their sleep: one was chanting scriptures in his dreams while another exclaimed, "Your Majesty, I can't do it..."
I slept until the afternoon when I was awakened by the ringing of my phone. Groggily picking it up, I saw it was Gu Shuchang calling. Instantly more alert, I answered the call as Gu Shuchang quickly said on the other end, "Zheng Nan, hurry to Baisheng Building!"
I quickly woke Fatty up, and we both put on our clothes and headed out.
We ran downstairs and hailed a taxi. About twenty minutes later, we arrived at Baisheng Building. There were already dozens of people gathered outside; they seemed to be an uninformed crowd whispering among themselves. Two security guards stood at the entrance blocking these onlookers from entering.
After getting out of the car, I called Gu Shuchang, who asked me to wait. Shortly after, a formidable-looking middle-aged man in plain clothes came out from the building. Upon seeing us, he glanced at Fatty's belly and showed an expression that seemed to say, "So it's him." He walked over and greeted me, "Zhong Zhengnan? Ding Shaocheng?"
"Yes, yes. May I ask your name, officer?" I smiled and extended my hand for a handshake.
"My surname is Kang, Kang Qin. 'Kang' as in health, 'Qin' as in diligence. You can call me Old Kang!" The middle-aged officer shook hands with us and said, "Let's go inside."
He led us directly to the elevator area, which had four elevators: three passenger elevators and two freight elevators. One of the passenger elevators had a police cordon around it, with an officer standing outside.
Kang Qin did not stop there but took us up to the sixth floor via a side safety passage. At the safety door on the sixth floor stood another officer who called out to Kang Qin when he saw him. Kang Qin nodded in acknowledgment and then pushed the door open.
At that moment, Kang Qin turned back to look at us and said, "The scene inside is quite bloody and disgusting; be mentally prepared!"
Fatty and I nodded in understanding. We considered ourselves worldly enough; what kind of scene could possibly disgust us?
However, when I first laid eyes on that scene, my stomach churned violently. Fortunately, I hadn't eaten anything yet, which allowed me to barely hold back from vomiting.
Damn, the situation inside was truly horrifying.
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