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Zhong Kui's Diary
"What could her purpose be? Could it be that she wants our chastity?" Fatty exaggeratedly gasped, furrowing his brows, and clicked his tongue, "She may be ugly, but if I grit my teeth, I can still accept it."
"Being with a beast like you makes me feel like I'm letting down my Moral Education Teacher." I kicked Fatty and then tossed him a cigarette. Igniting it for myself, I took a deep puff and laughed, "How about we revive our old profession tonight and scare her by pretending to be ghosts?"
Upon hearing this, Fatty perked up immediately, "Sure! It's been almost two years since we last played tricks. If we don't practice soon, we'll lose our touch."
We discussed the details and went to a nearby shop to buy some props, making thorough preparations.
According to our plan, all we needed to do was pull the Power Supply switch, create some sound effects, and finally use Steel Wire and other items to make things float in the room. This kind of thing is actually quite simple.
At nine o'clock that night, just as we were about to head out to set things up, there was a soft knock on the door—someone was quietly knocking.
Hmm, who could it be in this unfamiliar place?
The only possibility was that the landlady was eagerly delivering something. When I opened the door, it wasn't the landlady but rather the young woman who had been sitting and watching TV earlier.
"What’s the matter?" Seeing her surprised me at first, but then I realized that the landlady hadn't come herself; she had sent someone else to provide us with service.
"Come in." The young woman glanced around before squeezing inside and closing the door.
"What’s going on?" Fatty leaned in closer.
"Shh!" The young woman placed her finger over her lips in a gesture for silence.
I remained quiet as well, shrugging my shoulders to see what she was up to. Would she pull out a resume to show me? Something about graduating from a prestigious university, having studied in the Upper Realm of the capital city, having served numerous political figures, and collaborating closely with several celebrities...
"You must not go to Cauliflower Village!" the young woman whispered urgently.
"Why?" I was quite surprised.
"That place is haunted!" At this, the young woman's face suddenly turned unnatural.
I pretended to be displeased, "Hey, beautiful, have you actually seen it with your own eyes? Just because you say that, you're asking us to give up such a great opportunity to make money? That's too much. You know, we can earn tens of thousands just by collecting herbs once we go in."
"My name is A-Zhen, and I'm from Cauliflower Village. I've seen those severed hands and feet with my own eyes," the young woman hurriedly said. "This landlady is also from Cauliflower Village. She pretended to be mysterious on purpose, just to pique your curiosity. Once you go to Cauliflower Village, you'll be killed by ghosts, and then she'll go pick up your belongings."
Hearing her say this, I was immediately taken aback. Why was A-Zhen telling me all this?
I glanced at Fatty, and he immediately understood, putting on a fierce expression and growling, "Does this landlady have the guts of a bear and the courage of a leopard? How dare she plot against us? It seems she doesn't even know what we do!"
After saying that, he pulled out a sharp dagger from his pocket and waved it around.
The young woman A-Zhen gasped softly; she was probably frightened by the glint of the dagger. She didn't even think about how Fatty could fit a dagger over a foot long in his pocket.
"Are you trying to trick us?" Fatty sneered, grabbing A-Zhen by the neck while using the dagger to scrape near her nose.
"I... I didn't... deceive... you..." A-Zhen's teeth chattered.
"Then why did you tell us this?" I asked with a smile.
"Because... because... could you... put the knife down first?" A-Zhen stammered, pointing at the dagger tremblingly.
Before I could respond, I heard the sound of water dripping onto the floor, followed by a strong smell of urine. Looking down, I saw a light yellow liquid dripping from A-Zhen's denim shorts onto the ground.
She actually wet herself out of fear.
Fatty quickly withdrew the dagger and took two steps back, looking at A-Zhen with dissatisfaction. "You can't even hold your bladder? With skills like yours, how can you make customers happy?"
A-Zhen let out a sigh of relief, disregarding the urine-soaked denim shorts, and said to me, "Boss, let me tell you the truth. Two months ago, something big happened in Cauliflower Village. Out of the seven members of the Wei Family, six hanged themselves at home, and the only survivor, Wei Haibo, has gone mad. He often runs wild in the mountains, shouting strange things."
"What is he shouting?" I had a vague feeling that this madman was problematic.
"A cellar of gold, a cellar of ghosts," A-Zhen said with a look of horror.
"Gold?" Fatty and I exchanged glances. Other matters were one thing, but gold struck a chord with us.
We had several life-and-death experiences related to gold: the eighteen gold mines in the Land of Eternal Sleep, the Golden Puppet in the Underground of Yangshan, the gold floor tiles in Sha Zhiyuan's finance office, and Huang Jianguo's planned heist at the People's Bank vault. All these incidents involved gold.
I never expected that this matter would also be related to gold.
Moreover, from A-Zhen's words, it was clear that the Wei Family incident occurred two months ago, which coincided perfectly with Jin Manyuan releasing the Dark Overlord. It was quite possible that a demon king was lurking here.
After pondering for a moment, I continued to ask, "You still haven't told me why you are informing us about this?"
Just as A-Zhen was about to speak, there was a loud knocking at the door. Surprised, I opened it to find the boss lady and four Muscular Men standing outside, looking at A-Zhen with icy expressions.
"What do you want?" I said coldly.
"Get lost; this is none of your business!" The boss lady shouted harshly. "A-Zhen, get out here!"
"You better get lost! As long as we're here today, no one is taking A-Zhen away," Fatty stepped forward defiantly against them. Then his angry expression gradually turned into a smile. "However, since you folks are from the same hometown, it seems you have important matters to discuss. Ahem, well then, safe travels."
Fatty's change in attitude made sense; all four Muscular Men had pulled out handguns and were pointing them directly at us. Most importantly, their hands were steady and their expressions calm, as if they would shoot us without hesitation at the boss lady's command—like killing two chickens.
No wait; it should be one chicken and one pig.
Damn! I'm not a chicken!
The four Muscular Men were either professional killers or former soldiers. Their calm demeanor and disregard for human life were not something that men with delicate manners could exhibit.
Watching the boss lady leave with A-Zhen, Fatty and I could only stand there in frustration. After a while, I gritted my teeth and pulled out my phone to call Lou Wei, asking him to send me some heavy-duty firearms immediately, specifically for dealing with ghosts.
Damn, if someone points a pistol at me again, I'll point a Rocket Launcher back at them. Let's see who ends up worse off when we both pull the trigger.
Lou Wei clicked his tongue but didn't refuse. After asking for my location, he hung up.
The Dragon Group was efficient. Before long, two serious-looking middle-aged men walked in, each carrying a large box. After confirming that I was Zhong Zhengnan, they set down the boxes and turned to leave.
The boxes had no locks. Fatty and I opened them up, and to our surprise, there were four Submachine Guns inside one box, six Thunder Shotguns in another, six handguns, countless bullets, and one box was filled with grenades.
I couldn't help but lift the box full of grenades; it must have weighed over a hundred pounds. Those two men who carried the boxes in earlier were clearly not ordinary people.
After Fatty and I divided up the weapons and ammunition, our confidence soared. Each of us grabbed a Shotgun and headed downstairs, ready to confront the boss lady. However, we found that the entire hotel was deserted; the boss lady, the Muscular Men, and A-Zhen had all vanished without a trace.
"Damn!" Fatty spat angrily. "What a mess this is."
I frowned and thought for a moment. "Once we reach Cauliflower Village, everything will become clear."
We returned to our room and went to sleep. The next morning, we had some food and casually found an internet café. By noon, we made our way to the Large Passenger Terminal to catch a bus to General Township.
This bus was really a piece of junk; to put it bluntly, it was just a rusty metal box on four tires. I even suspected that kicking it might send the whole thing flying.
The Ticket Seller was a plump middle-aged woman who looked at us as if we were fools when we asked for tickets to Cauliflower Village. She replied in barely understandable Mandarin, "This bus doesn't go to Cauliflower Village; you'll have to walk ten more miles."
"Didn't it used to go there?" I asked in surprise.
"That was in the past. Now it's haunted over there, so we don't go anymore," the Ticket Seller replied coldly.
"Can you take us to Cauliflower Village if we pay you a little more?" I asked tentatively.
"No amount of money will work. If you don't care about your life, we still value ours," the Ticket Seller said, ignoring me and turning to sell tickets to someone else.
I exchanged a glance with Fatty and gave a helpless smile. Let's just go; ten miles is only about five kilometers. After all, it took me over twenty minutes to run a hundred meters back in the day.
However, there was something that puzzled me. When I was negotiating with the Ticket Seller about Cauliflower Village, I could sense several people around us intently listening to our conversation. Yet, when I scanned the area, I found nothing unusual.
Perhaps I was being overly sensitive, I thought with a wry smile.
After a bumpy ride for nearly five hours, we arrived at a place called Bay Area, where the vehicle finally stopped; we had reached our destination.
I got off and stretched my limbs, realizing why those taxi drivers couldn't make it here. I hadn't been able to sit still the entire journey; I was jolted into the air from time to time. At one point, there were so many potholes that we passengers had to get out and help push the vehicle.
After confirming the directions with the Ticket Seller, Fatty and I set off on foot. Just after walking a few dozen meters, a voice called out from behind us: "Excuse me, gentlemen, please wait a moment."
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