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Chapter 47: Fateful Path (Part Six)
Han Lan chuckled, revealing a set of white teeth, and beckoned me with her finger, saying, "Let me tell you something. Actually, my cousin's death wasn't an accident; it was caused by someone very powerful... hic..." She let out a loud burp, swallowing the rest of her words. Wobbling, she tried to stand up, and my mind instantly exploded with shock.
Her cousin's death wasn't an accident? Was Han Lan's drunken rambling true? To uncover the truth, I had no choice but to suppress my anger and help her into a cab back to our rental apartment.
Once in the car, the driver kept glancing at me and Han Lan. His eyes were filled with questions, and after driving for a while, he couldn't help but ask, "So you're doing some corpse picking today? You found a fresh one; you're lucky, man."
"Corpse picking?" The term was new to me. I chuckled lightly, "You misunderstood; she's my sister."
"Oh, your sister is drunk. It's good she ran into you; it would be bad if she met someone else." The driver kept looking at me through the rearview mirror. I felt something off about his gaze but couldn't pinpoint what it was.
Worried that the driver might take a wrong turn, I quickly reminded him, "It's across from the car wash on New South Street, Purple Fragrance Garden."
"Got it." The driver fell silent and focused on driving.
Han Lan looked like she was about to vomit, so I covered her mouth tightly, determined not to let her throw up in the car.
Stupid girl! Eating so much and acting foolishly—she deserves this! I cursed inwardly. To my surprise, she suddenly bit down on my hand. Damn it! This bitch is too much! I pried her mouth open and pulled my hand away; it was already bleeding—this stupid girl!
"Your sister is fierce."
"Mind your own business." I shot him a glare and hurriedly rummaged through her bag for something to wrap my hand with. Instead, I pulled out a card that fell to the floor. I didn't pick it up immediately but wiped the blood off my hand first to prepare for bandaging.
The driver said, "You can't do that; you need to disinfect it. There's a pharmacy over there; go buy some iodine tincture to disinfect it; otherwise, you won't know how you got infected."
Taking the driver's advice, I got out of the car to go to the pharmacy while he waited with Han Lan inside. Perhaps noticing that I had exited the vehicle, Han Lan drunkenly stood up and pushed open the door to get out as well. The driver hurriedly came down to support her; one was trying to get out while the other was trying to pull her back in, resulting in a tug-of-war between them.
When I came out of the pharmacy with the iodine tincture, I happened to see the driver pinching her inappropriately and giving it a hard squeeze. I shouted loudly and kicked him hard. He fell to the ground, covering his mouth and looking utterly embarrassed as he got back up. "Why did you kick me?"
"I told you! She's my sister! How dare you touch her with your filthy hands?"
The driver looked dazed and muttered to himself, "I thought you were joking; she's not really your sister—she's just someone you picked up."
"Get lost."
The driver scrambled up as if granted a reprieve, tucked his tail between his legs, and drove off in a hurry. I looked at Han Lan, who was clearly unable to walk, and decided to just throw her over my shoulder and carry her home. As I walked down the street with a living person slung over my shoulder, many people stared in surprise. Fortunately, it was late at night, so even with me carrying her like this, it wouldn't cause too much of a stir.
Not far from the entrance of my rented place, there was a decent inn. I dropped Han Lan off there and paid for one night's stay before heading back to my rental. I took a shower and went to bed, hoping for a peaceful night without nightmares.
Lying in bed, my mind kept drifting back to what Han Lan had told me.
Cousin Han Mi didn't die by accident; there was another reason? I rested my head on the pillow and stared at the ceiling. The roof was clean, but the walls were marred with cracks that seemed to form eyes and mouths, almost like a complete face.
Looking again, it resembled a snake, winding its way somewhere else.
I stared blankly as that face transformed into Mi's. She smiled at me and said, "Brother Qi, I'm fine. Don't worry; everything is destined."
Then Mi vanished, replaced by Han Lan's face as she flirted and sweetly called out, "Lao Qi, I miss you."
Get lost!
I turned away, trying to shake off these chaotic illusions.
Just as I closed my eyes, I heard a whisper in my ear: "Ma Qi, there's a dead person in Qin Jian's basement. I'm scared."
A headache hit me hard. I sat up; the room was clean and empty—no Chi Xinrong, no Mi, no Han Lan. Dengke Qi was dead; did he have some powerful figure behind him? This so-called powerful figure was lurking in the shadows while I was out in the open, knowing every move I made.
And there was another issue: Zhang Wang and his mother's story.
If this powerful figure had been following me and Qin Jian to Ten Li Slope, perhaps they were just messing with Zhang Wang's mother while their true target was me. If this assumption were correct, then wasn't I failing miserably? Being toyed with by someone hidden so deeply that I hadn't even touched a hair on them?
Damn it! The more I thought about it, the more anxious I became. What about Mi? Could she also be related to this powerful figure? Or perhaps Dengke Qi was behind it all.
If it really had something to do with Dengke Qi, would Chi Xinrong get dragged into this? She was good friends with Mi; surely it wouldn't escalate like this.
So it was Han Lan.
Han Lan knew Dengke Qi first, then took action against Mi, replacing her position and impersonating Mi to come before me.
This is a plot straight out of a movie. Have I watched too many films, becoming overly sensitive? I can't believe I'm coming up with these cliché scenarios that only exist in dramas. Ugh, my head hurts—I hugged my head and curled up, trying to sleep again. This time, it seemed like there weren't so many chaotic thoughts, and I surprisingly fell asleep.
I did fall asleep, but when I woke up, I found myself in an unfamiliar place. This eerie place was pitch black and devoid of any light, as if I had been suddenly thrown into a deep well. I raised my hand to touch something, but instead of feeling the smooth wall of the well, my fingers danced through empty air without touching anything!
There was just a powerful force in the darkness pulling me toward it. I got up, unable to find my shoes, so I walked barefoot, step by step, out of the sleeping area. The darkness was so thick that I could barely see a meter ahead; I could only feel my way forward.
A door opened silently in the dark. Through the crack, I saw a face—sharp features and pale skin—sitting cross-legged with hands forming a mudra in front of an altar adorned with several vertical talismans.
Suddenly, he seemed to sense me; his fierce gaze turned directly toward the door crack. I hurriedly stepped back, but it was too late. A powerful Dark Power surged toward me like a wave. Instinctively, I raised my hand to block it. Thud—thud! I staggered back several steps until my back hit the wall. Closing my eyes, I focused on the Six-Character Mantra: "Om Mani Padme Hum!"
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