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Living Funeral
But what was wrong? I couldn't figure it out, yet something felt stuck in my chest. I was about to ask Zhang Xun a question when suddenly, a shadow appeared downstairs, approaching closer.
As he got nearer, he spoke, "What are you doing here?"
I was taken aback by his words. My first instinct was to see who it was! I wondered if it could be Old Wang. My mind was a chaotic mess at that moment.
But that didn't make sense! Old Wang's voice was much older than this.
Feeling a surge of fear, I hesitated to look right away. I stood frozen for a few seconds before finally shining my flashlight down. Since I had already been seen, there was no point in hiding anymore.
If it wasn't Old Wang downstairs, then it had to be Brother Li or Fat Zhang; otherwise, it could be some unknown spirit or demon.
I gasped for breath, feeling cold sweat not just on my palms but also trickling down my back. But when I directed the flashlight downward, I was stunned to see that the person standing below was actually Zhang Xun.
What the hell...
My reaction was intense as I stared at Zhang Xun, waves of shock crashing over me. I muttered to myself in disbelief, how could this be? I glanced back into the room.
There were still some sounds coming from inside. I called out, "Zhang Xun."
There was no response from inside, but downstairs reacted instead. The voice said, "Didn’t we agree that you wouldn’t come to the funeral home?" His tone was steady, devoid of any emotional fluctuations.
My mind was spinning. I asked, "Who are you really?"
If the person downstairs was Zhang Xun, then who was up here?
Suddenly, it felt like my head might explode. I waited for the person downstairs to answer. He replied calmly, "I am Zhang Xun." Hearing those words made me feel even more incredulous.
If he is Zhang Xun, then who is the person inside the room? I exchanged glances with the person downstairs; although we couldn't see each other clearly, in the next moment, I realized. I shouted towards the window, "Who are you? Are you Zhang Xun?"
Something was off, very off! My emotions were in turmoil, one person downstairs and another upstairs.
The one downstairs had already rushed up.
At that moment, I didn't have time to discern the truth. All I knew was that the Urn was very important, and I should grab it first. So I called out to the Zhang Xun inside, "You give me the Urn first."
But at that moment, there was no response from inside.
I was already panicking. I felt something was about to go wrong, so I kicked the door open. However, when the door swung open, there was no one inside.
I stood there dumbfounded, looking at the empty room. My heart felt just as empty, but that emptiness was quickly filled with a strange sense of guilt. I became anxious and restless.
When Zhang Xun rushed up, he glanced at me and asked, "Where's the Urn?"
I looked at Zhang Xun and said, "Who exactly are you?" My tone carried a hint of anger; I felt like a clown in a circus, constantly being toyed with by these people.
Zhang Xun remained calm in the face of my questioning, showing no signs of change.
I was gasping for breath, my eyes fixed on Zhang Xun. When he didn't respond, I continued, "Wasn't it you who took the Urn just now?"
Zhang Xun shook his head.
I insisted that he had taken it; I had given it to him myself.
But Zhang Xun replied that tonight was indeed our first meeting.
"What?" After hearing Zhang Xun's words, I was completely thrown into confusion, mumbling to myself without knowing what to say. It was all so unclear.
Seeing my state, Zhang Xun didn’t waste any more time and directly asked, “Chen Fei, where’s the urn?”
I was a bit flustered at that moment, but after pausing for a moment, I replied honestly, “I think I gave the urn to someone.”
At that point, both Zhang Xun and I were standing in the room, but there was no one else around! Zhang Xun quickly moved to the window, and before I could say anything, he jumped out through the back window.
I felt like my intelligence was failing me.
Was that really Fake Zhang Xun?
But how could that be possible? Why did everything feel so off? I snapped out of my daze and walked over to the window. Looking down, Zhang Xun had already vanished from sight.
I stepped out of the room, still unable to piece everything together. Who exactly did I give the urn to? Who took it away?
Time passed by in seconds. During that period, I glanced at my phone screen; the text message was indeed correct!
It was sent by Zhang Xun! I started to feel anxious, as if my heart was being squeezed tightly, making me feel quite uncomfortable.
After waiting for nearly half an hour, Zhang Xun returned, but his expression was dark and terrifying. I asked, “Where’s the urn?”
“I didn’t catch the person.”
“Who exactly ran away? Was it you?” My question came out contradictory, but it was all I could ask.
Zhang Xun looked at me and said, “What do you think?”
"Damn it," I thought, how was I supposed to know? Could someone have impersonated Zhang Xun to deceive me? I reminded myself to stay calm; the more chaotic things became, the more I needed to keep my wits about me. Only by doing so could I analyze the situation clearly.
I mentally sorted through the events and realized that what I needed to do next was to go over everything with Zhang Xun.
But Zhang Xun had just said that tonight was our first meeting. If that were true, then he couldn't have gone to Uncle Cao's house tonight. If he had, it wouldn't be our first meeting but rather our second.
Was the Zhang Xun in front of me really him?
"Damn it," I thought again. Anyway, Urn was already missing. Taking a deep breath, I said to Zhang Xun, "Let's sort this out."
Zhang Xun nodded. I quickly recounted some details to him, including the messages and what happened with Uncle Cao and Demon Child. However, Zhang Xun said that he had sent the message and had originally planned to meet me tonight, but something had happened at the funeral home, so he couldn't make it.
With a loud "bang" in my head, everything suddenly clicked into place.
At this point, it was almost certain that Urn had not been taken by the Zhang Xun in front of me but by someone else.
Zhang Xun had sent the message, but it seemed that its contents had been leaked.
Zhang Xun and I exchanged glances. If this person wasn't truly Zhang Xun, then their imitation was uncanny; everything about him matched.
I scrutinized Zhang Xun's face: his eyebrow-length bangs and slightly enchanting almond-shaped eyes seemed to confirm that this person was indeed Zhang Xun. But how could that be?
Regardless of anything else, Urn was lost. Just moments ago, I had felt relieved to have successfully gotten rid of Urn, but now it had turned into a burden.
I covered my face with my hands and after a few seconds, wiped them away forcefully.
I asked Zhang Xun, "What do we do now that Urn is gone?"
Zhang Xun looked at me, and once again I couldn't discern much emotion from his face. How important the Urn had been back then, yet now that it was lost, Zhang Xun remained so calm. Sometimes, I really couldn't understand this person.
I was still waiting for Zhang Xun to speak. After a moment, he said to me, "We can only search for it."
I continued to ask what the consequences of losing the Urn would be. Zhang Xun stared at me for a moment before finally exhaling a long breath and saying that the consequence of losing the Urn was enduring endless curses.
Curses? Was it cursing me?
Zhang Xun fell silent for a while before responding, "Yes." Upon hearing this, I exploded with anger. What did this have to do with me? Back when the Urn was still around, I wasn't the only one involved in the cremation at the funeral home. Why was it all being blamed on me now?
Zhang Xun's words left me speechless. From beginning to end, who had come into contact with the Urn?
After he said that, I felt like a wilted eggplant, my spirits sinking. I was at a loss for what to do. I took a deep breath and looked at Zhang Xun; the more I looked at him, the more something felt off. Suddenly, I asked him, "Are you really Zhang Xun?"
But just as my words fell, before Zhang Xun could respond, I received a phone call. It was from the restaurant's boss. In a casual tone, he said to me, "Fat Zhang is here eating. Do you want to come over?"
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