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Chapter 44: Grudge (Fourteen)
I forced a bitter smile and said, "I definitely have to go to the funeral home; that's just fate. My destinations are either the hospital or the cemetery, and the place I can least tolerate is the funeral home." Honestly, my mind was a tangled mess—Zhao Di, Zhang Xian, Li Mingliang—three completely unrelated people seemed to have some invisible connection. Somehow, I always thought of them together.
Qin Jian didn't rush to the funeral home but waited for Chi Xinrong to arrive so we could discuss it together.
Although Chi Xinrong always made excuses not to listen to me, I knew this was her deliberate retaliation for my indifference and coldness. In her eyes, I was Ma Qi, and whatever I did was wrong. It would be better for Qin Jian to step in and communicate with her properly.
Chi Xinrong had no chance against Qin Jian.
Qin Jian was quite handsome and stood out among men. While I also considered myself exceptional—allow me a moment of shameless self-praise—he had a slight edge over me. To put it in my words for Chi Xinrong, that stubborn girl: you should be grateful! After leaving Lao Qin, I wonder how you’ll find someone better than me.
Zhang Xian was in Li Mingliang's office.
Qin Jian was working on persuading Chi Xinrong to agree to take Zhang Xian with us instead of leaving her alone. Besides, Zhang Xian's condition wasn't severe; she could be treated and discharged at any time.
At first, Chi Xinrong agreed, and I felt relieved.
However, when she came out of the office, she was alone. Moreover, Zhang Xian was safe here; the attending physician had arranged for an experienced caregiver to look after her.
Qin Jian looked helpless.
I had no choice but to give up as well. However, before leaving, I insisted on seeing Zhang Xian; as long as I could confirm she was okay, I would leave.
When we finally saw Zhang Xian, we were truly disappointed. She looked dazed and foolish, like a paper figurine from the funeral home that had merely been given breath. We called her name, but she barely reacted. Eventually, a strong male caregiver took her away, and we left the mental hospital.
On the way, I made detailed arrangements: Chi Xinrong would accompany me to the funeral home while Qin Jian intended to investigate another person's information—the attending physician at the mental hospital, Li Mingliang.
She was the real Li Mingliang.
At that moment in the mental hospital, I took a serious look at this renowned physician who had been impersonated and saw her true appearance up close.
Li Mingliang had a delicate appearance, and even in her fifties, her skin was well-maintained. After decades of clinical research on neurology, she was dedicated to her work, exuding a kind demeanor. She was warm and friendly to patients and subordinates alike, making it nearly impossible to find any flaws or suspicious traits in her.
In truth, I shouldn’t have doubted someone so exceptional. Yet, the words I recalled from Zhao Di before the incident, combined with Zhao Di's actions that seemed far beyond what a mentally ill person could do, led me to question things. This wasn’t about supernatural events; I was questioning human nature.
On our way to the funeral home, Chi Xinrong's attitude towards me was cold and distant; she seemed unwilling to engage in conversation.
Upon arriving at the funeral home, Chi Xinrong refused to get out of the car and coldly said to me, “I’ll wait here; you go look…”
“Alright, just wait for me,” I replied. As I got out of the car, I couldn’t shake off my unease and turned back to glance at her. She wore a mocking smile as she stared at me, and I had a foreboding feeling that once I entered the funeral home, that girl would drive away.
Entering through the main doors of the funeral home, I went to the service hall. After presenting the introduction letter prepared by Qin Jian along with other documents, I was able to see Zhao Di’s body and the staff who had been tasked with beautifying her and collecting her belongings.
Zhao Di’s possessions included clothing and a dirty black fabric bag. The bag was made from patchwork floral fabric and was handcrafted; if it had been new, it would have drawn attention. Unfortunately, its filthy state made it unappealing and it was stuffed inside a Black Plastic Bag.
The Black Plastic Bag was handed to me. As I picked it up, I focused intently on finding that Bracelet. However, after searching both inside and out, I found no sign of it.
I asked the staff about the Bracelet, but they hadn’t seen it.
The Bracelet Zhao Di had shown me was made of pure silver; it wasn’t heavy but wouldn’t be easily discarded either. Besides, when she had met with her fate, she had been tightly clutching that fabric bag.
I glanced at the staff member who had handed me the bag—a plain-looking girl with an Intern badge hanging from her left chest.
The Cosmetic Doctor asked me to sign something, but I refused. “I’m not a family member of Zhao Di,” I explained. “The Relevant Authorities are looking for her family; someone will sign when they arrive.” With that, the beautician left, leaving only the intern standing like a wooden post at the door.
I whispered to her, “Just hand it over! That thing won’t do you any good.”
Her face twitched slightly before she quickly regained her composure and asked sternly, “What thing?”
Clearing my throat, I made a gesture in front of her eyes and said, “Open your eyes and look behind you; the one who discarded it has come back. Don’t be afraid; she’s right behind you with her arms outstretched…”
“No way! I… I’ll return it to you right now.” The girl couldn’t withstand the fright; her voice trembled as she immediately pulled out the Bracelet and handed it to me. “I thought it was something belonging to a dead person. Since she’s gone now, there’s no need for it anymore. I just thought it was a pity and took it.”
I put away the Bracelet, raised my hand seriously, and made a feigned gesture. "It's fine now; she has left. However, you must never touch anything belonging to the dead. Regardless of whether it is good or bad, it carries Evil Energy. Those with bad luck may suffer misfortune, and in severe cases, it could even cost you your life."
The girl turned pale at my words, her legs trembling uncontrollably, too scared to look back. It wasn't until I walked past her while holding the Bracelet that she started to follow me, still trembling.
She followed me anxiously but dared not enter the Mortuary.
Zhao Di, already prepared for her final rest, lay in the coffin. I held the Bracelet and leaned over the edge of the coffin, softly asking, "Where is the daughter you have been desperately searching for? Without any clues, how can I help you? Auntie, can you give me some guidance? Even a hint would be appreciated."
After speaking, I felt nothing unusual and received no response from her. Could it be that ghosts also play hide-and-seek? Or perhaps Zhao Di was simply not present? Just as I was about to give up on finding a breakthrough here, I caught an unbelievable and particularly eerie sight out of the corner of my eye.
Zhao Di was not absent; she was standing behind that Intern girl outside the door.
I slowly straightened up, my eyes fixed on the girl. Sensing my serious gaze, she became frightened and attempted to run away. I quickly waved my hand and looked directly at Zhao Di's spirit behind the girl. "She is innocent; don't do anything reckless. If you have something to say, say it to me."
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