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This sentence shocked me and Captain Wu, and we have to be busy again. The police told us that seven headless corpses were found by the river. Not only that, but there were also things that looked like things used by Ritual. The seven headless corpses and Captain Wu and I were stunned. This is A big thing among big things. We hurriedly followed the police to the scene of the crime. When we arrived, there were already many Crowds surrounding us, and everyone was talking about this matter. Some people say that they were harmed by the devil, otherwise why would there be anything useful for Ritual. Some people even say that some people want to exchange for wealth in this way. All kinds of words. CaptainWu frowned, sighed, and said with great helplessness that the vacation was in vain again. I smiled and got out of the car with Captain Wu. We passed through Crowd and entered the scene directly. We walked to the headless corpse, squatted down, and looked at the traces of the corpse. Sometimes, the corpse can always tell you the truth. Because the corpse has no head, it is difficult to find out the body of the deceased. All the police at the scene were busy. It was unbearable, even Captain Wu was called here and there, so I had to squat next to the corpse alone. At first I was scared when I saw such a scene, but after seeing it more, I wasn’t scared anymore. Although there was no head, I discovered a subtle point. There was a very thin red thread wrapped around the necks of these corpses. In addition, there were some black things next to the red thread. These corpses were covered with have.
I thought for a moment, a sense of unease creeping into my mind. I called over the forensic expert and pointed to a spot on the corpse's neck, asking, "What is that?"
The forensic expert paused for a moment, then quickly began to examine it closely. After a while, he turned and walked toward his toolbox, seemingly to retrieve something. When he turned back around, I noticed he was holding a magnifying glass.
He approached me and said, "The black mark on the corpse seems to be a line of text."
His words surprised me. I urged him to take a closer look. After a while, he asked me for a pen and paper. I watched as he held the magnifying glass in one hand and wrote with the other, his expression serious. At one point, he compared notes before finally handing me what he had written.
I glanced at it; it was a sentence in Thai, but I didn't understand its meaning.
I looked at the other corpses and asked the forensic expert if they all had the same writing on their necks.
After a brief moment, he nodded, confirming my suspicion.
For some reason, my heart began to chill. It felt as if an intangible danger was approaching me. Another line in Thai—could it really be the Ghost Gate Cult causing trouble again?
Just then, I heard someone calling my name. Instinctively, I turned around to see it was Director Huang.
"Young man," he said seriously, "I'm afraid you all will have to work hard again. This matter has caused quite an uproar above and has significant implications. I hope you and Captain Wu can resolve it quickly."
I nodded, feeling the weight of pressure; this situation was likely not going to be easy to handle as it involved a sinister sect.
Noticing my dazed expression, Director Huang asked if I was facing any difficulties. He assured me that I could speak with him about any issues, and he would do his best to cooperate.
I responded with an acknowledgment and recalled the line of Thai text the forensic expert had given me. I then asked Director Huang if he could assign someone who is knowledgeable about sects and fluent in Thai to assist us.
Director Huang paused for a moment after hearing my words, glancing towards the direction of the body as if he understood something. He pulled me aside and quietly asked if this was related to something beyond ordinary comprehension.
I nodded, sensing that this matter might involve a particularly serious answer, and whispered to Director Huang, "Yes."
Director Huang's expression immediately became complex, and I could understand his feelings at that moment.
After a while, Director Huang regained his composure and asked what I knew.
I handed him the note in my hand and expressed my suspicions, suggesting it might be connected to the Ghost Gate Cult.
To my surprise, upon hearing this, Director Huang froze, his face turning pale as he asked me to repeat what I had just said.
I was somewhat taken aback by Director Huang's reaction; after all, he was someone who had weathered many storms. Did he really know about the Ghost Gate Cult?
I mentioned the Ghost Gate Cult again, and to my astonishment, Director Huang's face grew even paler.
This made me think that Director Huang must indeed have some knowledge about the Ghost Gate Cult.
Unable to suppress my curiosity, I asked him directly if he knew about the Ghost Gate Cult.
Director Huang acknowledged with a nod, his gaze drifting into the distance as if recalling something. I didn’t want to disturb him at that moment. Just then, Captain Wu approached, ready to speak, but I stopped him and urged him to remain silent.
Captain Wu looked puzzled for a moment before glancing at Director Huang standing nearby. It was then that he understood. After a while, a deep sorrow spread across Director Huang's face, akin to someone who had lost a loved one.
My heart sank. It seemed that Director Huang truly knew about the Ghost Gate Cult and perhaps even had some connection to it.
Before I could speak, Director Huang began, "I thought that after all these years, the Ghost Gate Cult would have vanished without a trace. I never expected them to resurface. Sigh, Old Mo's death was in vain."
Captain Wu and I exchanged glances, then turned our attention back to Director Huang.
Director Huang sighed deeply and pointed to the car behind him, indicating that we should discuss this inside; it wasn't a suitable place for conversation.
We all got into Director Huang's car. For some reason, I felt that he seemed to age significantly in that moment.
"Director Huang, you mentioned Old Mo was also connected to the Ghost Gate Cult?" I asked.
Director Huang nodded and began recounting the events from years ago.
Back then, when Director Huang was still a captain in the police department, he had been assigned as the lead investigator for a special case. At that time, Captain Huang had a partner named Old Mo, and together they were responsible for handling such cases.
A major incident had occurred that left everyone unsettled.
On South Bridge, over a dozen headless corpses were found hanging, alongside various ritualistic items.
Since this case was beyond the scope of a typical criminal investigation, the higher-ups assigned Director Huang and Old Mo to take charge. The forensic examination revealed results similar to what I had just observed; each corpse had a very thin red thread around its neck and also bore an inscription in Thai.
At that time, Director Huang had sensed that this might be some sort of religious ritual. The bodies included not only elderly individuals but also men, women, and children.
Despite their varying ages, genders, and occupations, the one thing they all had in common was that their birth dates were identical.
In terms of the lunar calendar, it corresponded to the Yin hour.
This was the favorite day of those sinister cults, and Director Huang immediately began to investigate the clues left on the corpse alongside Old Mo.
They started with a phrase in Thai, and upon further investigation, they discovered it was a type of ritual from the Ghost Gate Cult known as the Dragon Head Ritual.
The so-called Dragon Head Ritual involved severing a person's head while they were still alive and placing it on a dragon's body. This dragon was not a True Dragon but rather a model made for this purpose.
Executed personally by the leader of the Ghost Gate Cult, the ritual involved injecting Evil Arts into the dragon's head to perform the ritual. This ritual did not invoke heavenly powers; after all, the Ghost Gate Cult was a heretical sect that did not worship deities. Instead, it sought to harness the Evil Energy that exists between heaven and earth, using this energy to open a space between realms. When this space sensed a similar aura, it would bring forth a blood rain.
Blood rain.
I was taken aback and interrupted Director Huang's explanation. How could there be blood rain? And why would the Ghost Gate Cult resort to mass murder just for this phenomenon?
Director Huang explained that they also found it strange, initially suspecting that their investigation data might be flawed. However, they had indeed witnessed it firsthand at the scene.
"What scene?" I asked, suddenly feeling uneasy.
I had thought Director Huang only had knowledge of the Ghost Gate Cult, but I was surprised to learn he had been at one of their sites.
Director Huang nodded and continued. They had traced this case back to the Ghost Gate Cult and had put in considerable effort to infiltrate it. However, it wasn't Director Huang who went undercover; it was his partner, Old Mo.
After spending some time within the Ghost Gate Cult, Old Mo gained their trust. Initially, they believed this case would only occur once, but unexpectedly, a second incident arose—this time in a park located in the city center.
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