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Living Funeral
Without any warning, the three women collapsed to the ground. Gao Ling and I exchanged glances, and then looked at each other in confusion. Gao Ling hesitantly called out to her sister, but received no response.
"What happened?" Gao Ling asked.
"Let's go check and we'll find out," I replied.
"Damn it," I muttered. Even a massage could lead to something like this. I couldn't believe it. Gao Ling and I got off the massage table and gently tapped the three women. When there was no reaction, we turned them over. If it weren't for the blood on the floor, I would have thought they were just playing around. But seeing the blood made it clear that this was serious.
I didn't dare to waste any time and quickly instructed Gao Ling to call for an ambulance. In a panic, she agreed.
I then checked the women's breathing with my hand. It was a mistake to check; once I did, panic set in. They were dead—how could this be?
Gao Ling exclaimed, "Damn it, why aren't they answering the phone?"
I told her, "There's no need to call anymore; they're already dead." After my words, Gao Ling froze for a few seconds before saying, "Fei, you can't be joking."
"Do you think I'd joke about something as serious as this? Just call the police directly," I insisted.
Gao Ling nodded and dialed the emergency number. When the police arrived, the manager of the massage parlor also showed up. This place was relatively upscale, so the manager was dressed in a suit and tie. He was sweating profusely as he asked the police what had happened, insisting that they had always followed the law and conducted legitimate business.
I guessed that at this moment, he still thought the police were there for a raid. The police quickly clarified, "Someone reported that there are dead people here."
"Dead? How is that possible?"
The police officer pushed the manager aside and asked who had called the police. I stepped forward and said, "It was me."
The manager looked at me in surprise. I continued to the officer, "There’s a dead body here."
The manager's expression changed. He still didn’t understand what had happened, so he came over to accuse me, saying, "You, as a guest, are really something. Instead of telling me there was a problem at our massage parlor, you told..." He didn’t finish his sentence.
The police entered the room where we had been before and examined the three bodies. Looking at us, Gao Ling said, "We are absolutely innocent."
The officer glanced around and spotted the camera. He instructed the manager to pull up the surveillance footage. At first, the manager hesitated, but under the pressure from the police, he eventually complied. After watching the footage, it cleared our names.
After taking a few simple statements, Gao Ling and I left the massage parlor.
Once we were in the car, Gao Ling said, "This is really bizarre! It was just an ordinary massage parlor, and yet someone ended up dead."
I replied to Gao Ling, "Forget it; this matter has nothing to do with us. Let’s not get involved in any trouble."
Gao Ling's expression changed slightly at my tone, and he quickly stopped talking. This situation was indeed strange—three people had died for no apparent reason. The culprit was likely that woman named Ah Hua; she was the first to die, followed by the other two women.
Suddenly, I found it odd that those two massage girls died after encountering Ah Hua, yet nothing happened to Gao Ling and me when we met her.
I turned to Gao Ling, who curiously remarked that it really seemed like that. "Could there be something supernatural going on here?"
I shook my head in confusion. Gao Ling said to me, "As long as we're fine, why worry about it? What does it matter?" I nodded in agreement. Gao Ling added, "Tomorrow I can pick up my new car; let’s go for a drive."
On our way home, we saw someone burning ghost money on the street. Curious, I asked Gao Ling, "Isn't it almost Ghost Festival?"
Gao Ling hummed in response, "Almost. Didn't you ask me a couple of days ago? I was just casually asking."
After arriving home, I lay in bed, my mind lingering on the events that had occurred at the massage parlor. The deaths of those three people seemed rather strange. Before long, the woman in red appeared beside me. I called out to Lin Xue.
Lin Xue looked at me and called my name, "Chen Lang."
I responded, and suddenly she reached out a hand toward my forehead. Instinctively, I turned my head away. Lin Xue said, "Chen Lang, don't hide."
I stayed still as Lin Xue's hand touched my brow, gently smoothing it out. As she caressed me lightly, she remarked, "Chen Lang, your brow has been furrowed lately."
I replied that it was nothing.
"Chen Lang, I feel so useless; I can't help you with these things." At that moment, a hint of worry crossed Lin Xue's face.
I reassured her, "I'm fine; you don't need to worry. I'll handle everything."
As Lin Xue continued to soothe my brow, once it relaxed, her hand withdrew. I pulled Lin Xue closer to me, and we leaned against the headboard. Lin Xue said softly, "Chen Lang."
I sensed that Lin Xue had something on her mind and encouraged her, "If you have something to say, go ahead."
Lin Xue bit her lip and finally shook her head, indicating that there was nothing wrong.
Yet I couldn't shake the feeling that she was troubled. However, since she didn't want to share, I didn't press her further. We embraced and fell asleep until dawn. When morning came, I found myself alone in bed. After a moment of daze staring at the empty space beside me, I got up.
At that moment, my phone rang; it was Zhang Pangzi calling. He said, "Come find me on Wuyi Road." Then he hung up. Without delay, I headed out to meet Zhang Pangzi.
At around eight o'clock on Wuyi Road, I met up with Zhang Fatty at the hotel. Upon seeing him, I was slightly taken aback because his face was bruised and marked in various colors. While he spoke, I noticed he had a Yellow Talisman in his mouth.
I asked Zhang Fatty what was going on. He replied, "I'm not doing anything strange, Chen Fei. Every action I take from now on is serious, so listen carefully."
I nodded.
It seemed that Zhang Fatty had indeed encountered some trouble. He continued, "Tonight, we might have to make a trip to the funeral home."
Honestly, it had been a long time since I last visited a funeral home. I asked what was happening, and Zhang Fatty said, "Do you remember the corpse we burned?"
I nodded to indicate that I did.
Zhang Fatty said, "It's back." To be honest, I wasn't too surprised by this news because the Taoist had always been by my side; he could have returned from Snake Skin Gully. But if he came back, why hadn't he come to find me?
Zhang Fatty completely missed my expression and continued, "Wasn't the Urn you were keeping safe?"
It was, but I had already lost it. Zhang Fatty said he knew it was lost.
I thought to myself: Why are you even asking? Zhang Fatty explained that losing it was the problem; that guy had now taken on a new body, and this body was somewhat special. He would definitely come looking for revenge.
What the hell? What does he want revenge for? I didn't burn his corpse alone! I looked at Zhang Fatty in shock.
Zhang Fatty asked me if I didn't believe him.
I said to Zhang, "Has he come back to life? Although I was the one who threw the urn, I wasn't the only one who burned the body."
In fact, I did throw the urn, but it was my help that allowed him to attach himself to that corpse. If I hadn't stabbed a blood hole in the corpse's head with a knife, the Taoist might not have come out so quickly.
Zhang replied, "Coming back to life is impossible, but it's quite troublesome."
After we had a few sips of coffee, Zhang called the waiter to settle the bill, and we left the café.
I asked Zhang about his injury. He said, "That's none of your concern."
Seeing Zhang like this, I didn't press further. He continued, "Chen Fei, do you know? After Jiang Changsheng appeared, many things will speed up."
"Like what?"
"Like my hand," Zhang said as he extended his hand for me to see. I took a glance and my expression changed; Zhang's hand looked aged like that of a man in his fifties or sixties.
Suddenly, I seemed to understand something. That night, Li Qiang looked the same way. Could it be that after Jiang Changsheng appeared, everyone would begin to age rapidly?
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