N-A-A Chapter 23 Asking God?
Chapter 23 Asking God?
"Just to confirm if you're human," Sun Rui said.
"Am I not human, or am I a ghost?" Qin Qiuyun replied irritably.
Sun Rui ignored her and went upstairs to the second floor on his own. He had been up all night and needed to rest for a while, and also wait for the police to bring Li Maolin over.
Qin Qiuyun suddenly felt a chill beside her: "Could there really be a ghost?"
boom.
Sun Rui's bedroom door was closed.
"I hope Li Maolin's arrival will give me some breakthroughs." He lay down on the bed.
Now he hasn't even found the target to deliver the letter, and nearly half of the delivery time has passed. His world is gradually plunging into darkness.
He didn't know how much time had passed when he vaguely heard the sound of flowing water.
At first, the sound was very faint, like a river in the distance. Slowly, Sun Rui seemed to be getting closer to that river, and the sound grew louder and louder, and the waves of the river became more and more turbulent.
"What's wrong with me?" Sun Rui felt his eyelids were very heavy and he couldn't open them at all. He couldn't control his body either, and even the sick ghost in his body had disappeared.
Gradually, he felt as if his feet were being soaked in water. The water was very cold, like the surface of a river just thawing in spring. This coldness penetrated to his bones, climbing up from the soles of his feet along his bones to Sun Rui's chest, where it seemed to be blocked by something.
"The evil spirit is still here... but I can't use its power." Sun Rui thought to himself as he tried to open his eyes again, but his eyelids seemed to be glued together and he couldn't separate them.
Gradually, the water rose above his knees, and his legs, which he could still feel before, now completely lost sensation.
For some reason, Sun Rui couldn't feel anxious at the moment; instead, he was very calm, like an old man on his deathbed who knew he was going to die but remained calm.
"Is it Ghost Lake? In my memory, only Ghost Lake has this kind of killing pattern." Sun Rui thought calmly, but he didn't seem to fit the killing pattern of Ghost Lake.
The murder pattern of Ghost Lake requires contact with the lake's eerie waters, but Sun Rui has not yet come into contact with them.
Sun Rui felt the water still engulfing his body, but he could not struggle and could only wait for death to come.
The water only stopped when it reached his waist.
"The disease demon blocked the attack, but what can I do now? I can't control the disease demon inside my body either," Sun Rui thought to himself.
At that moment, Sun Rui seemed to hear someone calling him from behind. He tried hard to turn his head, but he couldn't control his neck.
"Young man... open your eyes!" It was an old voice.
The sound seemed to contain supernatural power, allowing Sun Rui, who was originally unable to move, to regain some control of his body, and he subconsciously opened his eyes.
This was no longer the bedroom where he had just slept, but a river. The darkness in the sky was so thick it was almost dripping ink, oppressive and stifling—that was how Sun Rui felt.
He looked around. He was now slowly walking towards the middle of the river. The banks were bare, devoid of any vegetation. The water was murky, and some hair was even floating in it.
He looked down at his body and saw that his waist was covered with dark blue hands.
"A drowned ghost?"
Although he still couldn't speak, he suddenly felt that he could control his body.
"Cough cough..." Sun Rui didn't open his mouth, but a terrifying cough came from behind him, as if a vengeful ghost was standing behind him.
The bluish-black hand on his waist receded quickly, as if it had been burned.
The eerie chill quickly receded, and Sun Rui swiftly regained control of his body. He turned around rapidly, trying to see who it was, but the scene before his eyes distorted rapidly, and his consciousness was pulled away.
When he opened his eyes again, he was back in the bedroom.
"What on earth is going on... Is it an attack by that vengeful ghost from the village?" Sun Rui sat on the bed, cold sweat pouring down his forehead. The sense of calm he had just felt had completely vanished.
At that moment, Sun Rui's satellite phone rang.
He picked it up and saw that two hours had passed.
Sun Rui answered the phone: "This is Sun Rui, what's up?"
"Li Maolin has been confirmed dead at 11:21 p.m. last night. I have sent the details of his death to your phone."
"Okay, I understand. The assisting police don't need to come. At the same time, block all roads leading to Luoshan Village," Sun Rui said.
The phone hangs up.
He couldn't let anyone else interfere with this matter. That Republican-era town was very likely the place where Li Maolin used to live, and it was revealed through some kind of supernatural means, while Sun Rui was just an intruder.
He opened the picture he had received on his phone.
The scene shows a bedroom, where Li Maolin is lying quietly on the bed. There are no signs of struggle on his face, and he appears very calm. There are many dense bluish-black handprints on his clothes.
Sun Rui flipped to the next photo. In the photo, Li Maolin's clothes were torn open, and blood gushed out, flowing all over the ground. The blood in the photo was black and did not look like his own blood.
"As expected, the vengeful ghost's method of killing is related to sleeping, but there should be another hidden condition." Sun Rui looked at his phone.
He guessed that the hidden pattern of murder was entering that small town from the Republican era, but he couldn't be sure yet. After all, Li Maolin had said that he had seen a person covered in blood, but Sun Rui hadn't seen one.
"The real secret lies within that blood-soaked man."
He picked up his personal cell phone and dialed a number—the one the man who had taken him to Luoshan Village the day before.
Hello.
"Hello, I'm the one who asked you to take me to Luoshan Village that day."
"Depend on!"
The call was abruptly disconnected.
"It seems that news of Li Maolin's death has already spread, otherwise there would be no reason for the other side to react so strongly."
Sun Rui calmly dialed his number again.
The call was answered shortly afterward.
"Brother, don't mess with me! There's a reason for this, and the blame lies with Old Li for not explaining things clearly!" The man's voice trembled slightly, clearly indicating that he had misunderstood something.
"I'm not dead yet. I'm just calling to ask you some questions. Just answer truthfully," Sun Rui said.
"Okay...okay, it's good that you're not dead. What do you want to ask?"
"How exactly did Li Maolin's grandfather die?"
"I remember telling you about this, it's about drowning!"
"Did you see him drown? Or did you just see him die in the river?" Sun Rui asked. He now suspected that Li Maolin's grandfather had been killed by a vengeful ghost, just like what he had experienced, and that it wasn't simply a case of drowning.
"Well... I don't remember anyone seeing it... It seems like someone saw it one morning when they went to do laundry. At that time, Li Maolin's grandfather was floating on the water." The man recalled carefully.
"Was there a shrine in Baihua Town dedicated to worshipping the Dragon King before?" Sun Rui asked.
"There was such an ancestral hall, but it was demolished a few years ago. Now it's the town's primary school," the man said confidently.
"How old was Grandpa Li Maolin when he died?" Sun Rui asked again.
"He looks to be in his early twenties, I can't remember exactly how old. That's all I know. Any other questions?" the man asked nervously.
"That's fine."
The other party hung up the phone immediately, as if afraid of getting involved with something unclean.
"One thing is certain: Li Maolin's grandfather's death was definitely not an ordinary one. It must have involved a supernatural event. He must have triggered a curse from a vengeful ghost while retrieving the body," Sun Rui muttered to himself.
It's like a curse spread by a door-knocking ghost; the person cursed won't die immediately, but the door-knocking ghost will eventually come knocking.
During this process, Li Maolin's grandfather noticed something was wrong and then chose to offer sacrifices to the Dragon King to ensure peace.
"If praying to the gods were effective, then what would be the point of having demon tamers?"
He opened the door. Now everything was clear; all that was left was time!