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Chapter 57: Fateful Path (Sixteen)
"Dream date?" Qin Jian rarely made a joke, but this time it wasn't funny at all.
I looked expressionless at Han Lan and said, "Dreaming about me isn't a good thing; it means you have something on your mind..." With that, I strode ahead.
Qin Jian pointed at me, and Han Lan awkwardly smiled before chasing after me. "Ma Qi, I owe you for the last time we got a room."
"Wait, you two got a room together?"
"Don't talk nonsense; that didn't happen. I just helped her get a room... No, I mean, I was helping her..." Damn, the more I explained, the worse it sounded. It seemed like no matter how I put it, it was wrong.
Qin Jian was laughing so hard he could barely breathe.
Han Lan was nonchalant about it. "What's the big deal? Ma Qi got me a room, and when I woke up in the morning, he wasn't there anymore. The boss paid and left."
"Hey, clarify what you mean by 'paid and left.' I'm not a gigolo, and you're not a prostitute; what kind of talk is that?"
Qin Jian was laughing so hard he couldn't catch his breath and waved his hand dismissively. "Whatever, whatever. We have urgent matters to attend to, so we can't stand around talking nonsense. Anyway, Lan, you two can go ahead with your business."
Seeing Qin Jian about to leave made me anxious. I grabbed him firmly. "No way; you need to let me explain before you go."
"An explanation means you're guilty unless you've really done something."
"I swear, I have no thoughts about Han Lan; she's not my type at all."
"Alright, I don't know what you did to her, but between a man and a woman, it's all about mutual consent. Whatever happened, it was her choice, right?" Qin Jian said with a hint of mischief in his smile as he walked ahead.
Just as he left, I had something to ask Han Lan.
Seeing that I intentionally stayed behind, Han Lan's face lit up with joy as she gently asked, "Hey, Brother Qi, did you need something from me?"
"Yes, I do. I want to ask what you were doing just now. You didn't really know we were coming out to greet you, did you?"
"Oh, I was going to make a phone call. My phone got wet, so I thought I'd go to the Guard Room to call. I got so caught up talking to you all that I forgot about it."
"Then go ahead and make your call. I have something to ask you later." I never force anyone; I stepped back and started chasing after Qin Jian.
To my surprise, Han Lan hesitated for a moment before turning around and chasing after me, calling out, "Hey, Brother Qi! I can skip the phone call; just ask me now!"
Seeing the excitement in her eyes, it was clear she misunderstood my intentions. However, given what she said last time, it was like a thorn in my throat that needed addressing. Since she wanted to talk now, I wouldn't hold back any longer.
I stopped to let her catch up a bit. We stood a few feet apart, facing each other. Her cheeks were flushed, and her brows were raised—her makeup was a bit overdone, but thankfully not as heavy as what I'd seen at the food stall.
In this line of work, heavy makeup is a big no-no; it’s practically asking for trouble. Those who wear heavy makeup are often the ones lying in coffins. Still, her drawn-on eyebrows clashed with my own.
This was where she differed from Mi. Mi was like a jade cabbage—pure and unblemished—while Han Lan had a face similar to Mi's but lacked the same charm. Despite having lost some weight and looking decent, she was like a tuft of dogtail grass with no appeal to the opposite sex.
And one more thing: she was too dramatic.
Mi was always so composed, so subtle—elegant and graceful.
The thought of Mi caused a dull pain deep within me, and I opened my mouth to ask, "Last time, you were willing to do anything for me, and yet Mi's death is somehow related to you."
Clearly, Han Lan was not interested in hearing this; she looked quite disappointed and quickly denied my words.
"Impossible! Brother Qi, are you joking? Mi is my cousin. If she were still alive, I should be calling you brother-in-law. How could a sister have any bad thoughts about her sister? Brother-in-law, right?"
"Don't call me that; I don't have a sister-in-law like you." I shook off Han Lan's arm and thought that perhaps she was just speaking her mind due to the alcohol. Now that she was sober, she wouldn't admit to such things. It was better to focus on more important matters.
"Hey, brother-in-law, don’t leave so quickly; I have something to say to you." What was wrong with Han Lan? Was she lovesick? She was calling out to me without any restraint. Ignoring her, I strode forward.
I spotted Qin Jian slipping into a room down the corridor and hurried after him. Just as I reached the door and was about to enter, a handsome beautician in a white coat stopped me. "You’re in the wrong place. This is a beauty room, not somewhere you can just wander into."
I paused and casually asked, "Are you here for an internship?"
"How did you know?"
"Because I'm a regular here. Also, in a place like a funeral home, you can't make loud noises or wear headphones while serving the deceased. Look at you—you’re wearing headphones and loudly questioning whether I'm lost."
The young beautician's face flushed immediately. She stepped aside and opened the door for me.
Seeing me enter, Qin Jian continued discussing the deceased with the forensic expert who had just arrived. He gestured for me to take care of things while he led the others out.
Inside the room was a single coffin, and the deceased was Sun Yue.
The body had been meticulously prepared but had not yet undergone final cosmetic work, making it look quite frightening. The corpse's face was pale and bluish; as I approached, I felt a chilling aura emanating from it. This coldness came from the refrigeration equipment inside the coffin. I wasn't bothered by the cold air; having seen many dead bodies before, I had grown numb to it.
As I was about to extend my finger to sense, I suddenly remembered that I still had some talismans on me.
These talismans posed no threat to the living, nor would they affect a lifeless corpse. The key point was that they were extremely lethal to those who were unwilling to die, souls lingering between the realms of life and death.
I stepped back, opened the door, and prepared to go out to store the talismans before coming back in. Just then, I ran into Han Lan, who was trying to enter. We both froze at the doorway for a moment. After a while, my expression darkened as I calmly moved aside and walked toward where Qin Jian and the others were.
"Hey, Ma Qi, are you afraid of me?"
Good, at least she knew her identity and didn't casually call me brother-in-law. Since she called me by name instead of brother-in-law, I turned back and replied, "Yes, I'm afraid of you. I'm not scared of ghosts; what really frightens me is someone like you who has no shame."
Wasn't that quite hurtful?
I had to hurt her once; my impression of Han Lan wasn't great. The first time I saw her, she had this spoiled girl attitude, with an extraordinary sense of vanity. Plus, she was Mi's cousin. Even if she weren't related to Mi, someone like her wouldn't catch my eye at all.
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