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Living Funeral
I stood there in a daze, thinking, it can't really be this eerie! I put on my clothes and then reached out to lift the blanket.
Once I lifted it, I was stunned.
There it was, the Spirit Tablet. I gasped, feeling a chill run down my spine.
Hadn't I already burned this Spirit Tablet? How could it have reappeared?
I felt a sense of dread creeping in. I still remembered Zhang Xun's words to me: throwing it away meant losing years of life; burning it meant losing even more.
But even after burning it, this thing still showed up.
I picked up the Spirit Tablet, wondering what to do now. Could that brat have come out from Coffin Street? My heart sank at the thought.
Just thinking about that brat sent shivers down my spine.
After leaving the room, Gao Ling called me to eat. I responded and suddenly asked Gao Ling if she wanted to go to the hospital for a check-up. The last wound might not have been treated properly.
I remembered how Zhang Xun had pulled out a black Ghost Curse from behind Gao Ling.
Gao Ling replied, "I'm not that delicate! It's just a small injury; I'm fine."
Back in Coffin Street, Zhang Xun's last few words included a warning not to get too close to Gao Ling. Honestly, I hadn't noticed anything wrong with her.
Gao Ling often joked about how a dead person resided within her as a fortune teller, which was somewhat terrifying.
But until now, I haven't discovered anything terrifying about Gao Ling. By the way, last time, it seemed like a fake Gao Ling appeared, and I almost lost my life at his hands.
But was that Gao Ling's subjective consciousness? Later, when I returned home, Gao Ling showed no reaction at all.
So it shouldn't be Gao Ling's subjective behavior. Moreover, with Coffin Street being so eerie, it's not hard to understand that someone could impersonate Gao Ling.
Thinking back on Coffin Street now gives me chills. The young girl who died in the coffin and the Ghostly Funeral, along with the Hundred Demons Carrying the Coffin—it's truly frightening to recall.
The key point is that brat followed me over.
After stepping outside, I said to Gao Ling, "That sign has come back."
Gao Ling initially didn't react, stunned for a second before quickly saying, "That's your Spirit Tablet!"
I nodded; yes, the Spirit Tablet had returned. It was overwhelming—so many eerie things happening one after another; I could hardly catch my breath.
Gao Ling asked me, "Fei, what are you planning to do?"
I shook my head; I was still in a daze. The fact that the Spirit Tablet could come out of Coffin Street was something I never anticipated.
After all, Zhang Xun was trapped inside and couldn't get out, yet a Spirit Tablet managed to follow us out.
Zhang Xun is truly mysterious; his words are equally enigmatic. Just thinking about it gives me a headache.
After finishing our meal, Gao Ling and I returned home.
I was still troubled about how to deal with the Spirit Tablet. I suspected that the Brat would show up again, and the Taoist had been missing for a while. I should ask the Taoist about it.
It seemed I could only wait until evening.
Gao Ling was at home playing games, so I took the opportunity to call my family.
Gao Ling mentioned that Gao Qing would be back soon, so I could ask her then as well. I acknowledged this and made a call to my parents, exchanging a few words.
However, surprisingly, just as my dad was about to hang up, he asked me, "Fei, how have you been lately? Is anything bothering you?"
Over the years, I had developed the habit of reporting good news and not bad, so I told my dad on the phone that everything was fine outside and that they didn’t need to worry about me. I also mentioned that I had sent some money for them to use.
My dad chuckled and said, "Just take care of yourself while you're out there working hard."
I replied with an "mm" and hung up. I really didn’t want to burden my parents with my troubles and make them worry.
Gao Ling continued playing the game, cursing constantly. "Damn it, this idiot can't even ward off a gank! Damn it, ran into another useless teammate!"
He was slamming his keyboard and mouse in frustration.
I asked Gao Ling, "Is it really worth getting so worked up over a game?"
Gao Ling replied, "Fei, you have no idea how useless these teammates are. Damn it! Every time I play, I end up with a bunch of noobs."
Naturally, I wasn’t in the mood to care about Gao Ling’s gaming woes. After a moment of silence, Gao Ling noticed my lack of response and said, "Fei, you don’t need to worry too much. It’s just a ghost after all; we might be able to handle it together. If you're concerned, I can call Gao Qing and ask when that brat is coming back."
I felt a bit worried, so I decided to have Gao Ling make a call; after all, Gao Qing was coming back.
This brat was no ordinary ghost. The last Ghostly Funeral was likely orchestrated by this ghost itself. Just considering that Ghostly Funeral, its methods were definitely not simple.
I feared that something big might happen next.
At that moment, my phone suddenly rang. I glanced at the caller ID and saw it was Fu Yan calling me.
I was somewhat surprised but also a bit excited. Fu Yan informed me over the phone that there was a new lead that needed my verification.
I acknowledged him and immediately headed out, hanging up the phone to let Gao Ling know.
However, Gao Ling was in the midst of a critical battle and asked me to wait for him. I figured I could go alone.
I stepped outside and hailed a taxi to the police station. Upon arriving, I noticed Fu Yan's expression was grim. I greeted him.
Fu Yan said to me, "You're here. I want to take you to identify a body."
"Identify a body?" His words caught me off guard as soon as I arrived. Did someone I knew die?
I didn't know many people in this city.
I pulled out a pack of cigarettes and offered one to Fu Yan. He hesitated for a moment before accepting it, then lit it up while I did the same.
After taking a puff, I asked, "Who died?" A sense of unease settled in my heart; the funeral home situation was already troubling enough, and now someone else had died.
"Fu Yan" exhaled a puff of smoke and said, "It's the suspect, Li Qiang."
"What?" I asked in surprise.
"Li Qiang," "Fu Yan" repeated calmly.
Li Qiang was dead. No, I felt there was something wrong with that statement. Li Qiang could have died long ago, but I had seen the body with my own eyes at the funeral home. Yet in the end, Li Qiang was still not dead.
Was "Brother Li" really dead? My mind was filled with doubts. A voice inside me insisted that "Brother Li" wouldn't die so easily.
"Fu Yan" continued, "You were colleagues before, so I called you to confirm the body."
I felt my hand holding the cigarette tremble, and beads of sweat formed on my forehead.
Suddenly, I asked, "Where is the body?" I thought to myself that if I got to see "Brother Li's" body this time, I had to confirm whether he was truly dead or not.
Otherwise, if something unexpected happened again, it would really be terrifying.
I didn't want "Brother Li" to be dead; it was just that not knowing whether someone was alive or dead was genuinely frightening.
"Fu Yan" threw the cigarette to the ground and extinguished the ember with his foot. He gestured for me to get in the car and said, "The body is at the Morgue."
After getting in the car, "Fu Yan" asked me, "Didn't you receive a bloody hand last time?"
I nodded; that indeed happened.
Fu Yan started the car and said, "According to the forensic examination, that bloody hand belongs to the deceased. In other words, the suspect who sent you the bloody hand is Brother Li."
I...
After hearing this, I was completely stunned. How could this be possible? It felt like madness. Although it was daytime, a chill ran down my spine.
What Fu Yan meant was that Brother Li had chopped off his own hand and sent it to me as a threat.
I couldn't believe that Brother Li would do something so foolish. Unless he was a madman, a pervert, or completely deranged, a normal person would never commit such an act.
The thought of Brother Li cutting off his own hand seemed impossible. I had spent about half a month with him; back then, he was my mentor. Given his personality, he would never do something so absurd.
I asked Fu Yan, "Could the forensic expert be mistaken?"
As soon as I finished speaking, Fu Yan turned to look at me, his expression changing slightly. Perhaps my questioning of the forensic expert displeased him, but he still patiently replied, "It might have happened in the past, but with today's technological methods, there is absolutely no chance of error."
When we arrived at the Morgue, we headed straight for Brother Li.
However, once we got there, Fu Yan's expression changed immediately.
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