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Living Funeral
Although the tone of the restaurant Boss was casual, it sounded different in my ears, and I felt a surge of excitement.
Zhang Fatty had actually shown up.
I was still standing in the dark with Zhang Xun, but after receiving the call, I told the restaurant Boss that I was on my way and asked him not to tell Zhang Fatty I was coming; I wanted to surprise him.
The restaurant Boss agreed, and after hanging up, I turned to Zhang Xun and said, "Come with me to a place."
Zhang Xun simply replied with a "good."
Even though I didn’t fully trust Zhang Xun at that moment, the Urn had been left here.
We rushed to the restaurant, which took us about twenty minutes. As soon as we arrived, the Boss said to me, "Brother Chen, you’re late. Zhang Fatty had to leave for something."
Damn it! My emotions were running high at that moment. The restaurant Boss added that it wasn’t necessary to be so worked up just because I didn’t see Zhang Fatty; I could just call him later. The restaurant Boss had no idea what had happened at the funeral home.
I asked the restaurant Boss, "Did Zhang Fatty leave anything behind? Or say anything?"
The restaurant Boss replied, "Oh right, I almost forgot. He left a bag with some files from the funeral home for you."
Upon hearing this, I immediately asked, "Where is it?"
The restaurant Boss handed me a black bag that contained a leather pouch. I held the leather pouch in my hand, intending to open it and take a look. However, since both Zhang Xun and the restaurant Boss were present, I decided against it.
I thanked the restaurant boss, who replied that it was nothing to be thanked for.
As I was leaving, I still asked the restaurant boss to call me if that fat guy came back. The restaurant boss looked at me curiously but didn’t say anything more.
On the way, Zhang Xun didn’t say a word.
I had nothing to say either; what had happened tonight was truly unsettling.
The urn was now lost, and damn it, this was my fault for being so careless and unprepared.
Zhang Xun sighed and said, “I will get the urn back. For now, take care of yourself.” After finishing his sentence, he surprisingly vanished, leaving me with a parting remark: “Don’t go back to the funeral home; stay at the restaurant for the night.”
After Zhang Xun disappeared, I stood alone on the road leading to the funeral home, feeling increasingly anxious.
But why did that fake Zhang Xun take me to see Wang Kun’s body? Why did he want me to know that Wang Kun was dead? Perhaps Wang Kun was killed by him?
And when did this Zhang Xun even appear?
It was all so chaotic, a complete mess. With the urn lost, I would face endless curses.
I turned back to the restaurant. I was walking too fast and ended up tripping on the way, damn it; my knee got scraped. I thought to myself that the curse couldn’t possibly come this quickly. The more I thought about it, the more anxious I felt, prompting me to quicken my pace.
When I arrived at the restaurant, I didn’t waste any time. I paid the boss for a night’s stay and headed straight to the room from last time.
The furnishings in the room hadn’t changed at all. I sat on the bed and stared blankly for a few seconds before opening the leather bag. However, inside there was only a single black-and-white photograph.
However, there were not many people in this photo—just three: me, Fatty Zhang, and Zhang Xun.
I stared at it for a few seconds, thinking to myself that it couldn't possibly be photoshopped again. When I regained my composure, I flipped the photo over. On the back, there was a line of text that read: "Those who shouldn't have died are dead, while those who shouldn't be alive are still living. I'm alive; you should come back now..."
It was signed with the four digits: 198.
Damn it, Fatty Zhang had been so lively back at the funeral home, but now he kept sending me photos and messages. I thought to myself that Fatty Zhang's tricks were really deep.
What did it mean that those who shouldn't have died were dead and those who shouldn't be alive were still living? Did it imply that he himself shouldn't be alive?
And the other line—"you should come back now"—was he referring to me?
I became increasingly curious about the number 198.
Just then, my phone rang again. It was Gao Ling calling. I pressed the answer button, and Gao Ling asked where I was. I replied that I was at the funeral home.
Gao Ling said she would come to pick me up. After hesitating for a moment, I finally agreed; staying here didn't hold any meaning for me anymore.
I waited for about an hour before Gao Ling arrived. I paid my bill and then got into her car. Gao Ling was quite excited in the car and handed me a stack of cash—there must have been tens of thousands.
Gao Ling said that I had handled my friend's situation beautifully. By the way, she added, give him a share of the money. I replied that it wasn't necessary; he wouldn't want it.
I only asked one question: had Yu let go of his feelings for Chen Jian?
Gao Ling looked at me in surprise and said, "Why do you care so much? We're only responsible for exorcising; we can't manage feelings like that."
I paused for a moment, realizing that Gao Ling was right. Indeed, after exorcising the spirits, the remaining feelings were something she should handle on her own.
Not seeing Gao Qing in the car, I asked where she was. Gao Ling replied that she had gone to my parents' place.
I casually asked why she didn't go along.
Gao Ling fell silent, not picking up on that topic. Instead, she changed the subject, saying, "Since we made so much money this time, shouldn't we celebrate?" It was late at night, and there weren't many better places to go.
Gao Ling suggested going to a bar.
I had never been to one before. She said, "Perfect! I'll take you to experience it. There are plenty of beautiful women there, and who knows, you might even get some flirtation!" With that, she became excited.
Pressing the gas pedal, about forty minutes later, Gao Ling parked in front of a bar. As soon as we entered, we were immediately engulfed by the loud music.
I instinctively covered my ears with my hands.
When Gao Ling first met me, she seemed rather reserved, but once inside the bar, she transformed completely.
It was as if she had become a different person. She pushed me into the crowd to dance, but I had no idea how to dance. After a few minutes of awkwardness, I found a spot to sit down. Just as I settled in, I noticed something strange: among all the dancing people stood a girl wearing a dress that looked like it had been stained red with blood…
Almost everyone else was dancing joyfully… yet she stood there alone, completely overlooked by everyone around her.
She appeared quite lonely in that moment.
It was an odd sight indeed.
At that moment, Gao Ling walked over to me, first ordering two drinks at the bar. "You come to a bar to pick up girls, and you're just sitting there? Are you waiting for a girl to approach you? A man should take action when the time is right."
I ignored Gao Ling's rambling and directly asked, "Have you seen a girl in a Red Dress in the crowd?"
As soon as Gao Ling heard me mention a girl, he perked up. "Which one? Just tell me, and I'll call her over right now."
Just after Gao Ling finished speaking, the girl in the Red Dress started walking toward me. I said to Gao Ling, "Here she comes; she's walking over to me."
Gao Ling glanced over and said, "Where? You must be drunk already; you haven't even had a drink."
I replied to Gao Ling, "Do I sound like I'm lying to you?" Gao Ling scrutinized me, looking me up and down. "You don't seem like it."
However, I felt a heaviness in my heart. Gao Ling hadn't seen her, but I had. Could it be a ghost?
Just as I was pondering this, the girl in the red dress was almost upon me. But in the next second, something unexpected happened. A strange smile suddenly appeared on her lips, and then she lunged at a stranger nearby before possessing him.
I watched as the possessed person bit into someone next to him, then pinned that person to the ground, starting to drink blood and eat flesh. The scene was incredibly gruesome...
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