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Seeing a clue, I hurriedly asked, "Where did you see it?"
Before Death Apostle could answer, Yao Long, who had seen the handwriting, interjected, "This handwriting seems to match the one used by the organization when issuing directives."
"I received a similar photo before. If the handwriting is the same, could it mean..." As I thought about it, I said to Death Apostle, "When Li Zhisheng was implanted with Soul Burial, I also received a similar photo. The handwriting on that one was the same as this one, except that the note on the back was a warning directed at me..."
I pondered for a moment and continued, "If this photo came from Yang Master’s organization, then the true culprits behind the murder of those eighteen people and the one who implanted Soul Burial into Li Zhisheng could very well be this organization."
"But wait, Death Apostle, aren’t you saying that Yang Master is someone who helps others? Why would they do such things..." I hesitated.
Death Apostle returned the photo to me. "As I mentioned before, the reason I was so determined to leave the organization was that I discovered their methods had changed in recent years. If what you say is true and they are responsible for these events, then we should leave here as soon as possible."
"Then about the talisman..." I protested reluctantly.
"We can look for the talisman later; right now, without Ghost Oil, it's impossible to find the mechanism's location." With that, Death Apostle turned to leave.
I thought to myself, "I've seen the mechanism before; I still vaguely remember its location." Then I began to feel along the wall. However, after searching the entire wall and finding nothing resembling a mechanism, I was puzzled. Seeing this, Death Apostle said, "If a mechanism were always in one place, it would be quite dangerous. I'm not that foolish. The mechanism moves every time it's triggered; only by using the light produced from igniting Ghost Oil can it be discovered."
"So this mechanism is made from something similar to souls?"
"Exactly. That's why it's very difficult to find without Ghost Oil; even if you tore this place apart, you might not discover it." After hearing Death Apostle say this, I had no choice but to give up and followed them out of the house.
On the bustling street corner, we walked among the throngs of people. "Do you have anywhere else to go next?" I asked.
"Right now, aside from that exhibition hall, I think I have nowhere else to go," Death Apostle sighed.
"In that case, why don’t you stay at my place for now? It might be a bit cramped, but we can manage with some makeshift bedding. After all, having more people around can provide mutual support. If it’s just Yao Long alone, I'm afraid he might struggle."
Yao Long squeezed through the crowd behind us and came up beside me with an indignant tone. "Are you looking down on me?"
Seeing his misunderstanding, I quickly clarified, "It's not that I'm looking down on you; it's just that Death Apostle has lost their combat ability. If you encounter two opponents who are evenly matched with you, I'm worried you won't be able to handle it. At that point, Death Apostle would be in danger."
After hearing this from me, Yao Long reluctantly agreed despite not wanting to admit it. "Well, you do have a point. Let's go to your place first."
As the three of us arrived at the entrance of my apartment, I took out my keys and opened the door, turning to Death Apostle and Yao Long. "Come on in..."
Just as I finished speaking, a delicious aroma wafted through the air. "Wow, it smells great! Is there someone else at your place?" Yao Long asked.
I immediately guessed it was Hu Fang cooking, so I called into the house, "Is that you cooking, Hu Fang?"
To my surprise, it was Li Zhisheng who walked out of the kitchen, wearing an apron and wiping his hands on a towel. "You're back! It'll be ready soon; we can eat in a bit."
My heart sank at that moment. "Maybe we should just order takeout?" I suggested to Death Apostle and Yao Long.
But Yao Long replied, "It's all ready; it would be a shame not to eat it. Let's not order takeout." Death Apostle chimed in, "Exactly! It's made by your friend; how can you refuse?"
As the three of them entered the apartment, I closed the door behind me, thinking to myself, "If you want to eat, that's your business; I'm not eating." I glanced at Li Zhisheng, who had turned back to the kitchen, and looked around before asking him, "Why are you here alone? Where did Hu Fang and Meng Zhuang go?"
While stirring the food, Li Zhisheng replied without turning around, "Meng Zhuang had something at work and left early. It's not good for him to stay here all the time; he can come back if you need him. As for Hu Fang, I think she went out to buy something; she should be back soon."
Hearing this, I thought to myself, "That's fine; after all, Meng Zhuang isn't involved in any of this. Keeping him here wouldn't do him any good." With that in mind, I poured a glass of water for Death Apostle and Yao Long, inviting them to sit on the sofa for a moment.
Then I stepped into the kitchen and snatched the frying pan from Li Zhisheng. "You've worked hard; let me handle this." Li Zhisheng insisted politely, "It's fine; I'll have it ready soon. Just wait for your meal; this is something I just learned."
"You just learned... is this burnt charcoal?" I pointed at the charred lumps in the pan.
"No! It's sweet and sour ribs! Haven't you seen it before?" He looked at me with an odd expression as if trying to convey that this was how sweet and sour ribs were made.
"And what about this?" I picked up a plate filled with what looked like sticks.
"That's stir-fried green beans... Just get out of here already; you're in the way," he said, clearly wanting me to leave. Seeing that there was no point in arguing further, I shook my head and returned to the living room.
Sitting on the sofa, I picked up my phone and asked Death Apostle and Yao Long, "I'm going to order takeout. I'll ask one last time—do you want anything?"
Yao Long waved his hand dismissively. "No need; doesn't it smell good?"
"Don't be so polite. We can't eat much anyway, just a little will do. You don't need to spend too much," said Death Apostle.
I swallowed hard. "It's your own food, don't regret it..." With that, I dialed for takeout and ordered a rice dish.
Moments later, a strange smell began to waft from the kitchen, as if something had burned. At this point, Yao Long and Death Apostle started to fidget in their seats. They patted me and whispered, "Uh, Shen Xu, can we also order takeout?"
Before I could respond, Li Zhisheng emerged from the kitchen with the "food" he had prepared and called out, "Alright, it's time to eat. Come over!"
Hearing this, I smiled at the terrified expressions on Death Apostle and Yao Long's faces. "Sorry, it's too late now..."
As soon as I finished speaking, Li Zhisheng walked over and pulled Death Apostle and Yao Long toward the dining room while saying, "Shen Xu, you should come too. It won't taste good if it gets cold; I've prepared this especially for you."
I thought to myself, "I'd rather eat raw meat than your cooked meat..."
"I'm feeling a bit nauseous today and don't want anything sweet. You guys go ahead; I ordered takeout..." Just then, the doorbell rang.
Hurrying to the door, I found that the delivery had arrived.
With the takeout in hand, the four of us sat around the dining table. Yao Long and Death Apostle wore expressions that suggested they were about to die. Seeing them not touching their chopsticks, Li Zhisheng urged them, "Don't be so polite; dig in!"
As I ate my takeout, I looked at them. "Yeah, don't hold back; eat up. It's rare for Li Zhisheng to cook."
They exchanged glances and picked up a piece of blackened "sweet and sour ribs" to put in their mouths. In that instant, their expressions froze, eyes wide open as if they were in hell.
"How is it? Tasty?" Li Zhisheng looked at them expectantly.
Yao Long forced a thumbs-up. "Good, really good!"
Li Zhisheng was thrilled to hear this. "Really! This is the first time someone has praised my cooking!" He then grabbed a piece of "sweet and sour ribs" and stuffed it into his mouth.
But he immediately spat it out, a look of agony on his face. While he was retching, he asked the nearly dying Death Apostle and Yao Long, "Is it really good?"
At that moment, the two of them had fallen silent, tears glistening in their eyes as they nodded slightly. I almost burst out laughing and said, "They've been so moved by your cooking that they can't even speak."
Just then, the front door swung open, and Hu Fang walked in carrying a bag of items. "Oh? You all started eating without me? I didn't have much at home, so I went out to buy some things."
As she approached, she glanced at what we were eating and asked, "What... what are you all eating?"
"I'm having takeout, while they are enjoying the delicacies cooked by Li the Chef." As I spoke, I noticed a flyer fall out of the plastic bag Hu Fang was holding.
I picked it up and saw that it was an advertisement for the grand opening of a large amusement park. After checking the address, it seemed to be quite nearby. Suddenly, an idea struck me, and I said to Death Apostle, "Death Apostle, remember how I wanted you to fake your death? This seems like an opportunity."
He was still chewing on a piece of sweet and sour pork, his face contorted in pain. I chuckled, "Alright, alright, stop eating that. It's not fit for human consumption. I'll make you something else later; first, take a look at this."
Upon hearing this, Death Apostle and Yao Long looked relieved and quickly spat out what was in their mouths. Death Apostle took the flyer from my hand and examined it. "I've heard of this amusement park; it’s been under construction for a long time but has faced many delays. Why do you think this is an opportunity?"
I set down my chopsticks and wiped my mouth. "Think about it: since they want to harm us, they'll definitely come after us. If we go looking for Onizuka now, with both Onizuka and Yang Master posing a dual threat, it will be hard to fake our deaths—there's even a chance it could turn into real death. So we need to actively create an opportunity and turn the tables."
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