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Chapter 58: Fateful Path (Seventeen)
"You, you remember this. I refuse to believe that a living person like me can't outdo a dead one."
Damn! This woman is really annoying. I rolled my eyes and decided to ignore her, striding in the opposite direction. The funeral home now was nothing like it used to be; it particularly emphasized greenery, especially along the edges of the square, where flowers bloomed in yellow, white, blue, and purple. If you closed your eyes and took a deep breath, you would never guess this was a place where life and death intertwined. It could be filled with floral fragrances, and the plants released intoxicating scents under the sunlight, creating an atmosphere that truly felt like a hall for the deceased.
Qin Jian was discussing with the attendant about viewing Hua Lu's body. When he saw me approaching, he understood something was up and discreetly walked a few steps toward me. We moved aside together, and I pulled out a cloth bag from my belongings and handed it to him.
"Are these talismans?"
"Yes, keep them safe and don't let anyone else get their hands on them."
"Got it. You can go now."
"Okay."
When I returned to Sun Yue's Morgue, Han Lan had already left. I figured she must have gone to cry by the wall; not many could handle what I had just said.
Sun Yue, male, aged forty-six, occupation: Pharmacist at a Class A hospital in City A. He died of angina, primarily due to aortic dissection, which led to aortic rupture causing his death.
At that moment, the entire Morgue was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. A dead person and a living one stared at each other in this small space. The lifeless eyes under Sun Yue's drooping eyelids were heavy with deathly aura, yet I could sense the gaze behind those dull eyes—like there were hidden, sinister eyes lurking beneath.
"Sun Yue, no matter what wrongs you committed in life or any injustices after death, everything will be taken care of. Just wait patiently while I investigate how you died. What you need to do now is cooperate with me in uncovering the truth behind your demise."
I had entrusted all the obviously inconvenient talismans to Qin Jian for safekeeping; only the Demonic Needle could not leave my side. The Demonic Needle was as fine as a hair strand. Over the years, I had relied on it to deal with troublesome wandering spirits.
It was very thin and concealed within my ring; whenever I needed it, it would automatically shoot out to strike my opponent. The Scent Pouch was also an unparalleled item in the entire Supernatural Circle. The incense ash wasn't just any random collection; it required a container like this Scent Pouch. It wasn't an ordinary pouch either; it was said to be made from the silk threads of a robe worn by an Enlightened Monk. Thus, although the incense ash seemed ordinary when placed inside this Scent Pouch, it would automatically gain spiritual power.
At that moment, I slightly closed my eyes to focus my mind. My hands moved up and down—back and forth several times—while my mind remained blank. Frustrated, I thought: Why? Why? Why is there such a heavy deathly aura? Not even a hint of feeling! My mind felt empty. Was Sun Yue unwilling to reveal secrets about his cause of death? Or was he embarrassed about something and reluctant to cooperate?
I refused to believe that.
I focused again, silently reciting incantations with my palm facing down as I slowly pushed forward. No feeling, no feeling—this was the first time I had ever failed to sense anything. What was going on? Did I do something wrong? Or was Sun Yue truly unwilling to cooperate with me?
They arrived at the door, and since I sensed something in the Morgue, everyone held their breath and waited quietly. I opened the door, and they all looked at me, their eyes filled with questions.
I shook my head and sighed in frustration, "No, it failed for the first time."
"How is that possible? You've never failed before."
"I think maybe there's something that doesn't want me to uncover anything! If this continues, I'll have to take the risk of delving deep into the minds of the dead."
Hearing this, Qin Jian was shocked and firmly objected, "That's not an option. You've always explored the minds of the living; going into the minds of the dead is like seeking death!" Indeed, I had never ventured into the minds of the deceased. The inner world of the dead was a realm of darkness, devoid of hope.
It was a place filled with despair, decay, frustration, helplessness, and unwillingness—a bottomless abyss of darkness.
"Try it with Hua Lu. I've negotiated with them; I have a feeling this case is about to come our way."
"Coming our way will only mean it's a hot potato. I'm under pressure." I walked ahead without looking back at those following me. Qin Jian walked alongside me toward Hua Lu's Morgue.
Hua Lu had died a tragic death; his brain was shattered, and a painful, twisted expression lingered on his face from the moment of death. The beautician at Qin Jian's funeral home took a long time but couldn't restore his original expression. There was also another issue: before Hua Lu jumped off, his phone had fallen into the toilet.
Hua Lu's wife recounted that after his phone fell into the toilet, he became agitated and irritable, leading to a big argument between them. She had urged him while he was out, causing him to drop his phone in the toilet. Then he shut himself in his room to sulk, and afterward, the incident occurred.
The phone falling into the toilet—our purpose for investigating Hua Lu was to see what was on his phone. What a coincidence!
"Do you think it's an outrageous coincidence that his phone fell into the toilet?" Qin Jian, being a detective, never wasted words.
Speculation and intuition are not tangible things; they are just nonsense. I thought that if it were up to me, I would seek out Sha Hong because I feared she might be next. With this in mind, I asked Qin Jian, "Should we provide special protection for those who haven't encountered any incidents yet?"
"Uh, that's not something I can decide. Besides, how can we put such matters on the table? What reason could we give to protect a few tourists returning from their trip? There's no justification for randomly assigning people to protect others! Do you think police officers have nothing better to do? The criminal investigation department has plenty on its plate; otherwise, why would there be so many unresolved cases left? One reason is insufficient manpower; another is that the country won't support people who get paid without doing any work."
Qin Jian had a point.
A family or a nation needs careful budgeting to operate; even a slight misstep can lead to operational failures and losses.
This time Zhang Xian and their travel turned into a Fateful Path journey—something that cannot be easily explained by scientific reasoning. Regarding supernatural matters, there is also insufficient evidence; supernatural events have always been very secretive and difficult to bring to light. This situation was too bizarre and overall challenging to handle.
"Here we are." I stopped, looking up to see Seven Morgue.
Seven, I really have a connection with her.
Qin Jian was in front, and I followed behind. There was someone inside; I didn't see who it was, but she turned around and greeted us, "You guys are here?"
Han Lan, what kind of grudge do we have from our past lives? It feels like we're destined to be enemies in this life. I cursed inwardly, giving her a cold glance before shifting my focus to the body lying on the Coroner's Van that hadn't yet been moved to the coffin.
Hua Lu had been cleaned, stitched up, and her face tidied up. After some minor cosmetic work, she wasn't as terrifying as before.
The stiff body lay flat, with hands positioned at her sides. Her eyelids were glued shut, and there was a thick knot at her jawline. It was clear that her mouth had been forcibly closed.
Qin Jian, like me, gazed at Hua Lu's corpse with a calm expression after Han Lan stepped back.
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