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"Very mysterious," Zhang Fatty said as he looked at the photos he had just taken.
I turned to him and asked, "Can you even understand what you're looking at? Just take the pictures."
Zhang Fatty put his phone away and said, "I'll take it back to show my Uncle. By the way, what exactly is inside? Open it and take a look."
"I can't open it."
Zhang Fatty continued to ask questions, but I refused to open it. We ended up bickering until the end of the workday.
After work, we left the office, and Zhang Fatty suggested he would tidy up at home before meeting at the bar.
When I got home, I quickly changed into a different outfit and prepared to head to the bar. Although Zhang Fatty could be annoying at times, he was quite loyal.
However, I was worried about my Wooden Box. My main concern was that Wooden Box and Wang Wei; I didn't know if he was still in the hospital. He was a dangerous person, and I had to be cautious.
After thinking it over, I decided to wrap the Wooden Box in a piece of black cloth. Since it wasn't very heavy, I disguised it as a shoulder bag and carried it out.
As night fell, I met Zhang Fatty at the bar. However, just as we arrived, before we could even have a drink, Zhang Fatty pulled me out of the bar.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
Zhang Fatty got straight to the point: "My Uncle wants to meet you."
"Don't get any funny ideas. No matter how valuable this Wooden Box is, I'm not selling it."
"My Uncle isn't looking to buy your box; he said he can't afford it and wouldn't dare buy it." Hearing this made me look at Zhang Fatty with some confusion.
Zhang Fatty continued, "That's exactly what my Uncle said. There must be a reason for him wanting to see you; otherwise, why would you go meet him?"
I pondered for a moment, thinking that there was no harm in meeting him. After all, even if he insisted on buying my Wooden Box, I could simply refuse.
Zhang, the chubby guy, hailed a taxi on the way, and we arrived at his uncle's shop.
It was around eight in the evening when we entered the store. Zhang shouted "Uncle!" as soon as we stepped inside. Moments later, a plump old man in his sixties emerged from the back room.
The shop was decorated quite elegantly.
"You must be Borlun's colleague," he said.
I nodded in response, glancing at Zhang and then at his uncle, thinking that they truly resembled each other.
"Have a seat. If you don't mind, you can call me Uncle Zhang," he offered.
I acknowledged him with a grunt, waiting for him to ask about the Wooden Box. However, to my surprise, Uncle Zhang directly said, "Here’s a photo of your Wooden Box taken by Borlun."
I nodded again.
Uncle Zhang pulled out the photo that Zhang had taken earlier that afternoon and showed it to me. "Did you notice anything?" he asked.
I examined it closely; aside from the clearer details of the Wooden Box left to me by my grandmother, nothing seemed unusual.
I shook my head to indicate that I hadn’t seen anything out of the ordinary.
Uncle Zhang continued, "The pattern on this box is reversed, and there’s a shadow in that pattern. Did you see it?"
I replied that I hadn’t.
He went on, "This box might not be what it seems."
I didn’t respond. This Wooden Box was a relic from my grandmother; I absolutely refused to believe she would harm me. I lost interest in what Uncle Zhang had to say next and exchanged a glance with Zhang.
Then I stood up and apologized, preparing to leave.
But just as I took a few steps, Uncle Zhang stood up and said to me, "Young man, I advise you to bury that box next to the old temple in East City."
Upon hearing this, my body immediately froze. This was similar to what Wang Wei had said before—specifically, that I should open the Wooden Box and bury it in that old temple.
"Why?" I asked.
"Because it will endanger your life."
To be honest, I didn't quite believe it. How could this Wooden Box possibly threaten my life? Was it really that sinister? I carried the Wooden Box and left Uncle Zhang's shop.
On the way, I hailed a cab and returned home.
Is there really an old temple in East City? I've been in this city for several years, and I might have never heard of such a place. It's strange that two people have told me to bury this Wooden Box at the East City Ruins.
Holding the Wooden Box, my curiosity grew stronger. I wanted to know what was inside. Besides that wedding dress, was there anything else?
At night, the room was silent, just me and the Wooden Box. I removed the Black Cloth Strip; perhaps I should see what was hidden inside.
My hand touched the ancient box, and as the night deepened, I was about to open it when a cold breeze swept through just as I lifted the lid.
My phone rang.
I stood there, stunned by the ringtone, glancing around nervously. Each time I attempted to open this Wooden Box, I always received a strange call.
I hesitated—should I answer this time? And who was calling me? Was I being monitored all along?
I pulled out my phone and saw "Unknown" displayed on the screen.
I couldn't help but gasp; I knew what she would say—she would definitely tell me not to open the box. However, this time I wasn't planning to listen unless she revealed who she was.
I pressed the answer button, and sure enough, a woman's voice came through the phone: "Don't open the box."
"I can't. This time I have to open it; I want to know what's inside," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady. I couldn't let them control me.
After I spoke, there was suddenly silence on the other end of the line.
I didn't respond immediately, but my heart raced with anxiety. Finally, I couldn't hold back any longer and asked, "Why can't I open the box?"
A few seconds of silence passed before the woman replied, "Because if you open the box, you will die." A chill ran down my spine.
I took a deep breath and said, "But someone told me that if I don't open it, I'll die. Who should I listen to?"
"Listen to me," the woman's voice was eerily calm.
"Why?"
"Anyone could harm you, but I won't. I still need some time. You must keep that Wooden Box safe; do not trust anyone."
I wanted to say more, but the call had already ended.
One hand rested on the Wooden Box while the other held my phone. My mind was a jumbled mess as I wondered whom to trust. But no matter who it was, I couldn't trust Wang Wei.
I didn't know whether Wang Wei was human or ghost, but one thing was certain: he was a pervert.
Fortunately, he couldn't leave the hospital; as long as he stayed there, he had no power over me. Uncle Zhang also seemed to be keeping an eye on my Wooden Box.
I lay back on the sofa, holding the Wooden Box, and before I knew it, I fell asleep. However, when I woke up the next day, I found myself lying in bed with the Wooden Box beside my pillow.
Once I realized what had happened, I was so startled that I rolled off the bed. This was unbelievable—had I sleepwalked back to bed again last night?
I ran my fingers through my hair in frustration; this situation was getting more confusing by the minute. It seemed like I'd have to record everything again tonight.
I headed to the office.
Zhang, the chubby guy, said to me, "Why did you leave so early yesterday? My uncle is really interested in that wooden box of yours. Let me ask if you're willing to sell it. He’s ready to offer a high price."
"I’m not selling," I replied firmly.
Zhang leaned back in his chair and said, "That's fine if you don't want to sell. I'm just the messenger. But my uncle did say that even if you don’t sell, you still have to take a trip to the East City Ruins."
"Where do I need to go and why?"
"My uncle didn’t say, but if you go, he’ll be waiting for you there tonight. If you don’t go, he said he can’t help you."
As I listened to Zhang's mysterious words, my expression unconsciously turned serious.
Zhang continued, "Don’t take what my uncle says too seriously. He’s always talking about how if you don’t go to that broken temple, you'll die. Don’t believe it; it’s the 21st century now."
I looked at Zhang in surprise, thinking they were indeed family. I had no idea what kind of mystery lay hidden in that broken temple they spoke of.
But maybe I really should take a look there.
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