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I suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of pain in my heart, as if a knife were twisting inside. Why did everyone else have a mother, but I did not? Other mothers could sacrifice their lives for their children; why did mine throw me into a grave?
I bit my lip, tears welling up in my eyes.
Zhang Yuru walked over, glanced at me, and then burst into laughter. "Hahaha, Song Fei, you're crying! You’re actually going to cry!"
I glared at Zhang Yuru and rubbed my eyes. "Who the hell is crying? It's just the ashes; they got in my eyes! I’m not crying! Unlike you, who almost wet your pants from being scared just now."
Zhang Yuru kicked me playfully and said, "Alright, stop being dramatic. Let’s think about how to find Mei's body. Sister Yang died trying to save us; we should give her and her daughter a proper burial."
I nodded in agreement.
Just then, a cough echoed from a distance, followed by a rough voice calling out, "Zhang Yuru! Comrade! What trouble have you caused this time? What's going on here? There's so much black smoke! I saw from far away that this place was on fire!"
I turned around at the sound of the shouting and saw a man in a police trench coat striding toward us.
Zhang Yuru jumped at the sight of him and quickly approached, her tone turning sweetly flirtatious. "Captain, what are you doing here so late? You should be at home sleeping; we can handle things here!"
"How can I not come? If I didn’t come, you would have torn this place apart! What’s with the bodies on the ground? Another murder case?" The captain didn’t give Zhang Yuru any leeway.
Zhang Yuru hurriedly explained, "It’s like this: we found the suspect who killed Zhuang Dazhou; it’s the cremation worker here. But he just went into the Incinerator with Granny Yang and committed suicide out of guilt..."
Fortunately, I was there to support her. After Zhang Yuru nervously explained everything and with my testimony backing her up, she finally proved her innocence.
Recently, several murder cases had been linked to Old Man Yan. Years ago, these people had killed his family and stolen his property, so Old Man Yan used a girl as an Evil Spirit to take revenge on them. Zhang Yuru came to the crematorium to investigate and ended up colliding with me. Together we solved the Ghost Mask case and inadvertently cracked the recent murder cases as well.
The process was a bit complicated, but I finally managed to explain it clearly.
After that, I, along with Zhang Yuru, found the girl's body, cremated her, and then properly placed her ashes.
Once the captain of the Criminal Investigation Team left, Zhang Yuru finally let out a sigh of relief.
I asked, "What's up with that captain? He doesn't seem like an unreasonable person, yet he was so harsh with you."
Zhang Yuru frustratedly tapped her head and sighed, "Don't mention it. This guy used to pursue my mom but never succeeded. Now, by some twist of fate, I'm in his hands. From the looks of it, he’s determined not to let me become a police officer. This internship will surely end with him rating me as unqualified."
I chuckled, "So it's a generational grudge. You better watch out."
Zhang Yuru huffed, "I've made up my mind. Next year, I'm applying for a transfer. I won't put up with his nonsense any longer. Maybe I'll go be a cop in Donghai City instead. What do you think?"
I rolled my eyes at Zhang Yuru. "Alright, alright, just don’t come over here to disrupt the peace in Donghai City. Let’s focus on retrieving Sister Yang's ashes first and burying her alongside her daughter."
We walked over to the Cremation Furnace where a young man dressed in white was holding a container of ashes in front of the Incinerator.
I paused for a moment as I looked at him.
The young man turned around and glanced at me; he was Yan Bo Cong, the delivery guy from Shentong Express Store!
Yan Bo Cong looked at me with a cold expression. He held up an urn and stood up to walk over to me. "I've dismantled the Soul Binding Array here. There won't be any hauntings anymore, nor will there be any more Demon Slayer cases. Goodbye."
With that, Yan Bo Cong carried the urn and walked out of the crematorium.
As I watched Yan Bo Cong's retreating figure, I suddenly felt a chill. He was Master Yan's son! He had been involved in this entire case! Yet, he was also a person burdened by misfortune!
Moreover, this man clearly understood dark arts; he could prevent the souls in the crematorium from drifting away, knew how to nurture Evil Spirits, and understood...
Sigh!
I didn't want to think about it anymore. I was just a college student here to trace the origins of the Ghost Mask. Now that the issue with the Face Mask was resolved, I really didn't want to stir up more trouble.
I glanced at the time; it was past eleven at night. I turned to Zhang Yuru and said, "Officer Zhang, now that everything is settled, let's find a place to sleep. I'm exhausted."
"You rogue!" Zhang Yuru shot me a glare.
"What?" I was puzzled until I realized my words could be misinterpreted. I quickly added, "It's not like I'm suggesting we sleep together. Seriously, stop being so self-important. Just hurry up and take me back to town."
Zhang Yuru glared at me again, then we tidied up a bit. She hopped on her motorcycle and took me directly to Siyang County Town.
Zhang Yuru's home was in Suqian City; her family must be well-off. Even though she had just started her internship here, she had already bought an apartment in Siyang County.
I settled into Zhang Yuru's home, where I could take a hot shower. After washing up, I didn't chat much with her and went straight to bed.
That night, while dreaming, I vaguely saw Sister Yun. This time, she wasn't wearing the Face Mask, and her voice wasn't as sweet and coy.
Sister Yun thanked me.
I shook my head in response.
She smiled at me and slowly drifted away.
In my dream, as I watched Sister Yun's figure fade further and further away, I suddenly felt a wave of loss and sadness wash over me. My first love was leaving just like that... That feeling was sorrowful...
I fell into a deep sleep, and when I woke up, it was already past nine in the morning.
I felt all my fatigue had vanished. The pressure from the matters concerning Sister Yun had been quite heavy, but now I finally felt refreshed.
Zhang Yuru was still asleep in her own room.
I didn’t want to disturb her. I opened the refrigerator, heated two bowls of milk, and made two egg pancakes. After eating half of my breakfast, I left the rest on the table, grabbed my backpack, and headed out.
I had already made up my mind: I was going to Nanjing, to the Nanjing Confucius Temple, to see if I could find my grandfather's remains! Also, I wanted to uncover the truth about my origins.
Last night, seeing Sister Yang become a shell of her former self for the sake of her woman, ultimately perishing alongside Old Man Yan, left me feeling uneasy. I wanted to find my mother; even if she might have passed away or no longer wanted me, I still needed to understand everything.
I arrived at the train station and bought a ticket to Nanjing. Since traveling from Suqian back to Donghai City would take me through Nanjing, and this time Chen Shan would reimburse me for the expenses, I certainly intended to make good use of it.
This time, I had also accomplished something significant. Not only had I uncovered the origins of Ghost Mask, but I had also solved the case in Siyang County. Therefore, using some funds from the police station for my personal matters didn’t make me feel guilty at all.
The train sped along, and after two hours, I arrived in Nanjing. Once I got off the train, I took a taxi straight to the Confucius Temple.
There were many people at the Confucius Temple. It was then that I realized a problem: it was a chaotic mix of people here, and finding my grandfather's old teammates would be nearly impossible.
I turned a corner and entered an alley filled with antique shops selling various jade artifacts and antiques; it was hard to tell what was genuine.
After walking a few steps, I spotted a White-Haired Old Man napping in a recliner beside his stall. He had several Bronze Tripod cauldrons displayed on his table, all covered in verdigris; it was uncertain whether they were real antiques.
However, I sensed that this old man might know something. Judging by his relaxed demeanor, he must have been a long-time vendor here.
I approached him and pulled out a pack of Su Yan cigarettes, handing it to him. "Sir, can I ask you something?"
The old man squinted at the smoke, then looked at me and chuckled, "Hey there, young man, not many people your age understand the rules these days." With that, he put away his cigarette.
I chuckled lightly in response, "Of course, of course."
The old man nodded, "So, what do you want to ask? If you're wondering whether this furnace is real or not, heh, I won't answer that."
I waved my hand and sat down beside him. "Sir, I'm not here to buy antiques. I'm looking for my grandfather. His body was dug up a while ago, and they even built a pavilion over his grave. I heard that the ones who did it were some of my grandfather's old companions; they were all tomb raiders. I don't mind them taking my grandfather's body, but I should at least know where he was buried. That's why I'm here; I really miss my grandfather." I wiped my eyes, pretending to be sad.
Upon hearing this, the old man said, "Child, don't be sad. I understand your situation. There were indeed a few tomb raiding factions back in the day that had such practices of digging up graves. Although I don’t know much about it, see that shop over there? The one at the highest point? The boss there is named Liang Shengqiu. He used to be a tomb raider himself—an old master of the trade. If you go ask him, he will definitely help someone like you who is looking for family."
Hearing this made me feel relieved, and I quickly thanked the old man before getting up and heading towards Liang Shengqiu's shop.
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