Book Synopsis
Book Tags
Donation Rankings
Comment
0 Comments
You May Also Like
墨書 Inktalez
Chapter 070 Looking for Qin Ye (1) The first thing Han Mi does when he returns home is to look for Qin Ye. Enter the name, search on Baidu, and swipe Qin Ye. There are rows of men, women, old and young. She took a screenshot of the data and showed it to me. Ask me which one is more similar. I don’t know which one is the Qin Ye we are looking for. I click aimlessly and finally put the mouse down. According to Lao Luo's calculation, Qin Ye is his junior brother. He is also a burly man in his fifties. If he clicks on people in their fifties and looks at them one by one, they all look alike but not alike. Searching for Qin Ye has been fruitless, and I hope he will come forward to stop Li Gui from refining Yin Yin and raising Evil Spirit in vain. "Brother Qi is looking for someone." It's dark now, and Funeral Home's business has plummeted. I haven't made a penny since I left home today. Fat Crying Mourning had a face, as depressed as his dead father. I was sitting in the room discussing with Mi about finding Qin Ye, while he was kicking a stool and hitting the table outside to vent his anger. Now give me someone to look for. Who will come to me at this time? In the past, I would have thought it might be Lao Luo, but now that he is dead, there are almost no people in Station who I thought might come to me. Too lazy to get up, I moved the mouse and continued to search for Qin Ye, and asked casually: "Who is looking for me?" Fatty's tone was emotional, and without my consent, he opened the door and leaned against the door with his elbows in his hands, looking at the computer furtively. On the screen, there was a strange expression: "A lunatic" "Go, don't cause trouble while I'm busy." I cursed, stood up and closed the door, not having the patience to listen to Fatty's nonsense. I sat down again and moved my mouse to view the advertising information I had registered for funeral matters. Damn, business is really hard to do now, even Outsourcing is not easy to handle. There was a Pang Da shout outside, as if he was yelling at someone: "Hey, get out..." Is there someone in the store? I don’t want to be fat and cause trouble. If I mess with people and things that I shouldn’t mess with, it will just cause trouble.
He got up and walked outside, observing the chubby guy who was pushing and shoving while talking to a madman. It was truly insane.
Had he escaped from the mental hospital again?
However, the last incident was indeed a bit strange. How could a fool like him know so much? He even helped me break out of that ghostly circle.
Seeing the chubby guy kick at the madman, I hurriedly shouted, "Stop! He's a madman; how can you lay your hands on him?"
The madman noticed me, ignored the chubby guy, and with a grin, pulled out a palm-sized piece of cardboard from his filthy bag. He handed it to me with both hands, saying, "I am Qin Ye; this is my business card."
I was momentarily speechless. This madman really knew how to play around. If he were Qin Ye, then I must be his ancestor. If he were a normal person, I wouldn't hesitate to kick him out, but since he was a madman and had inadvertently helped me last time, I figured he was probably just hungry and looking for a free meal.
"Don't mess around. If you're hungry, I'll have the chubby guy get you something to eat."
"Eat, eat, very good." The madman's filthy face lit up, and despite his dirty appearance, his black eyes sparkled with life. It felt like some kind of karmic connection from a past life; he always seemed to appear before me.
The madman drooled, but there was a strong sour smell emanating from him. The chubby guy covered his nose and mouth: "I think he crawled out of the sewer! Look at his hair all tangled up and covered in dirt—it's so disgusting!"
The madman only had eyes for food and paid no attention to the chubby guy's complaints. He started dancing around, sticking out his tongue at the chubby guy and making silly faces while reaching for his head.
"Get lost, you crazy bastard!" The chubby guy's face turned red with anger as his flesh quivered. He picked up a broom and swung it at the madman.
I grabbed him and pulled the madman away from the chubby guy. "You go get some food; I'll take him to shower."
"With him like this? You're taking him to shower?" The chubby guy was furious, gritting his teeth but had no choice but to head toward the kitchen.
I shook my head; I couldn't stand the stench coming from the madman any longer. I dragged him into the bathroom and adjusted the water temperature before turning to grab some clean clothes. The door slammed shut—damn it! If the madman was left alone in there, it wouldn't matter if he showered or not; the key issue was how he would get out later.
As I heard the sound of water splashing in the bathroom, I realized that the madman had started singing an altered version of a children's song: "Scrub-a-dub-dub old bird feathers, what kids call bird feathers..."
“Pfft! That’s hilarious.” I shrugged it off and went to get some clothes. As I entered the room, I encountered Fatty, whose face was as dark as a stormy June sky. He shot me an angry glance and slammed the food onto the table without a word, then stormed into Grandpa's old room.
Fatty, what good does venting your anger at me do? If he heard the lunatic singing in the bathroom, I wonder if he'd be so mad he’d jump out of his pants.
I went to grab my clothes, but there was hardly any noise coming from the bathroom, and the door wouldn’t budge.
Had the lunatic locked it from the inside?
After several unsuccessful attempts to push it open, I had no choice but to call for Fatty.
Reluctantly, Fatty put down his phone and followed me outside. The food on the table remained untouched while the lunatic was still holed up in the bathroom.
“Brother Qi, what if something happened?”
There were indeed cases of people dying in the shower—like from gas poisoning or electrocution. Some even fainted due to health issues and suffocated in there. Hearing Fatty say that made me genuinely anxious.
Since we couldn’t push the door open, we decided to charge at it together.
“One, two, three…”
With both of us combined weighing over two hundred pounds, we should have enough force to break down a mere bathroom door.
As expected, the door flew open.
Damn, the lunatic lay motionless on the floor, looking like a corpse. My heart raced as I cautiously approached him, slowly reaching out to check for a pulse under his nose. I was even contemplating what we would do if he really had died.
Should we drag him out and bury him in some deserted spot, or should we call the police?
Fatty stood by complaining and didn’t dare come closer, muttering nervously, “Look, something’s happened. It’s over; he’s dead.”
"What's wrong with you?" My hands trembled uncontrollably, as if I had caught a case of chicken claw fever. Suddenly, a terrifying scene unfolded before me. The seemingly lifeless madman, whom I had been intently observing, suddenly grabbed my hand and shouted, "Help me..." As he cried out for help and held onto me tightly, the environment around us shifted dramatically, like a spinning lantern.
When the madman seized my hand, I wanted to curse, to step back, to pull Fat Yi away from him.
But before I could react, I found myself no longer in the bathroom but in a strange and frightening place filled with an eerie atmosphere. It felt like hell. I had experienced countless disconnections from reality, finding myself in such hellish places before. The air here, the ambiance, and the gray, colorless space made me feel deeply repulsed.
The madman wore a bizarre smile and beckoned me over.
"What is this place?"
"Come, come! There's something fun here."
Despite his disheveled appearance and the foul odor emanating from him, his eyes were strikingly unique. They were steady, calm, and focused. He was definitely not insane. I stared at him suspiciously and tentatively called out, "Qin Ye."
Comment 0 Comment Count