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I followed Uncle Tiger's instructions with Captain Wu and we moved Liu Shoubai's body to the Funeral Home. To observe better, I had Captain Wu set up pinhole cameras around Liu Shoubai's corpse.
Once everything was ready, we left. That night, both Captain Wu and I were excited, eager to catch He Wei at the first opportunity, but Uncle Tiger scolded us.
Reluctantly, we stayed in the monitoring room, watching the surveillance footage from the Funeral Home.
Captain Wu and I kept our eyes glued to the screen, but even as the night wore on, there was no sign of He Wei. This made both of us anxious—was He Wei not coming?
Uncle Tiger shook his head, looking at us with a sense of helplessness. He didn’t bother with us anymore and stepped out of the monitoring room, saying he was going to rest and leaving us to our own devices.
After Uncle Tiger left, Captain Wu and I sat there bored. Eventually, we started feeling sleepy and couldn’t help but nod off. The screen began to blur before my eyes, but then I vaguely saw a figure appear on the screen. My heart raced as I quickly focused; it really was He Wei. I hurriedly woke Captain Wu.
“Hey, little brother, doesn’t it look like He Wei is holding something?” Captain Wu pointed at the screen.
I glanced back at him before focusing on the screen again. Upon closer inspection, it seemed that He Wei was indeed holding something—a Wooden Box that looked similar to one he had before. What was he planning to do?
Next, I watched as He Wei placed the Wooden Box beside the corpse and took out scissors to cut off some hair, nails, and leg hair from the body, placing them into the Wooden Box.
Then he moved to the feet of the corpse and pulled out a syringe, injecting it into the sole of the foot.
Captain Wu asked me in confusion what He Wei was doing. I shook my head and said I didn’t know; perhaps it was another trick from the Ghost Gate Cult.
Upon hearing this, Captain Wu’s eyes darted as if he remembered something. He stood up and left the monitoring room. I looked at him curiously, thinking he had gone to relieve himself, then turned my attention back to the screen.
Before long, I saw He Wei pull out the syringe filled with a thick black liquid. Was that blood?
He seemed pleased with what he had extracted and gave it a strange smile before pouring the black liquid into the Wooden Box along with what he had just taken from the corpse.
After finishing this task, He Wei’s body trembled as if frozen in place. This puzzled me even more—what was happening to him?
This state lasted for about a minute. Just as my curiosity peaked, He Wei finally moved again, slowly raising his head. His gaze turned toward me—or rather, toward the direction of the pinhole camera—offering a chilling smile directly at it.
Instantly, a wave of cold washed over me; how did I feel like He Wei knew I was watching him?
Taking a deep breath only heightened my fear when suddenly He Wei’s face transformed grotesquely—his features became gruesome and bloody as red liquid burst forth from within him, splattering across the entire screen.
I was startled, nearly falling off my chair, as the screen went blank, and He Wei vanished from sight.
At that moment, I heard footsteps behind me. My heart skipped a beat; could it be He Wei?
Instinctively, I grabbed the ashtray on the table and quickly turned around, ready to defend myself. To my surprise, I found Captain Wu and Uncle Tiger standing there.
They paused when they saw me holding the ashtray aloft. After a moment, Captain Wu asked what was wrong.
I let out a sigh of relief, thinking it was just He Wei, and proceeded to tell Captain Wu and Uncle Tiger about what I had just discovered. Upon hearing this, Uncle Tiger immediately moved to the screen and asked me to show him what I had just seen. I quickly displayed the footage, and moments later, the atmosphere around Uncle Tiger shifted dramatically, exuding an overwhelming sense of pressure.
My heart raced; it was the first time I had sensed such killing intent from Uncle Tiger. Even Captain Wu felt it and instinctively took a few steps back, as if he no longer recognized the man before him.
After a while, the killing intent dissipated from Uncle Tiger, returning to his usual gentle demeanor.
“Wang Niu, you need to go with Captain Wu right now and burn that corpse in the Funeral Home. Go immediately. And be careful—do not breathe in front of that corpse; hold your breath until it's burned, understood?” Uncle Tiger spoke with utmost seriousness.
Both Captain Wu and I were taken aback. What was going on?
Seeing us frozen in place, Uncle Tiger lost his temper. He slapped both of us on the head a few times, causing us to snap back to reality. Without asking further questions, we hurried off to take care of it.
Upon arriving at the Funeral Home, we halted in our tracks because the front door was wide open. To make matters worse, there was an eerie Paper Man placed right in the doorway, surrounded by faint wisps of white smoke.
“What’s going on? Should we still go in?” Captain Wu asked as he pulled out his gun, cautiously eyeing the Paper Man at the entrance.
It was clear something was amiss; perhaps He Wei anticipated that we would come to the Funeral Home, which is why this had been set up at the entrance.
“We definitely need to go in, but we have to deal with whatever's at the door first,” I said while keeping my gaze fixed on the Paper Man, worried it might change suddenly. If that happened, both Captain Wu and I would be in trouble.
“Should we burn it?” Captain Wu suggested.
I shook my head. Earlier, Uncle Tiger had explained how to handle a Paper Man. Essentially, it belonged to the realm of spirits and could only be countered by something with strong Yang Qi.
That led me to think of urine. I turned to Captain Wu, urging him to quickly relieve himself and douse the Paper Man. That would solve our problem. To my dismay, he looked at me with a mournful expression and said, “Little brother, I can’t go!”
I awkwardly scratched my head; I couldn’t manage it either.
As a result, Captain Wu and I stared blankly, and when we turned around to look at the entrance again, we found that the Paper Man had vanished.
In an instant, it felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over us, sending chills down our spines. Where had the Paper Man gone?
Just then, a cold and rigid voice came from behind us—Substitute Bug, cackling ominously.
In that moment, our minds exploded with shock. We stood frozen for a few seconds before realizing we needed to escape. But by then, it was too late; the Paper Man had tightly grasped our shoulders, rendering us immobile. Not only that, but I also felt a sharp pain in my shoulder, as if something had pierced into my body. I grimaced in pain; if we didn't find a way to break free from the Paper Man soon, we might end up dead at his hands.
“Captain Wu, are you okay? Hand me the lighter,” I said to him.
Captain Wu bit his lip tightly, his brow furrowed deeply. It seemed he was also suffering from whatever the Paper Man had stabbed him with. After hearing my words, he handed me his lighter. I quickly flicked it open and threw it behind me at the Paper Man. Taking advantage of that moment, I broke free from his grip and helped Captain Wu escape as well.
At that critical moment, a loud sound erupted from the Paper Man's body. A few seconds later, flames engulfed him, transforming him into the Fire Man.
From time to time, Captain Wu and I heard a male scream emanating from the Paper Man's form.
“Hey brother, don’t you think that voice sounds familiar?” Captain Wu asked.
I paused for a moment; just then, another male voice echoed from the Paper Man. I frowned; it sounded eerily like He Wei’s voice. But how could He Wei’s voice be coming from inside the Paper Man?
I didn’t dwell on it too much; after all, what mattered was not the Paper Man but the corpse inside him. Once the Paper Man turned to ash, I grabbed Captain Wu and we exited the Funeral Home, moving Liu Shoubai's body to the cremation chamber to prepare for incineration.
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