Chapter 3

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Original Title: 挖坟挖出鬼

Genres: Drama, Horror, Mystery, Supernatural, Yaoi

This translation is based on multiple MTLs and my own limited knowledge of Chinese characters. If I have made any egregious mistakes, please let me know.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

Chapter 3 - Mortuary

There were always one or two friends in your life who you’re never afraid will scold you or hang up on you in the early morning hours, even if the reason is because you had a nightmare about potatoes in your home growing lots of hair. Yin Zhou was this person to Lin Yan. He had two long strands of messy hair on his head, always wore unwashed shirts, and the eyes under his glasses could never focus because of how long he had spent gaming.

They grew up in the same neighbourhood, attended the same elementary school, middle school and high school, and they were each that “brilliant other child” in the eyes of both their parents. Since childhood, Lin Yan, regardless of how hard he worked, achieved the high grades that Yin Zhou could have achieved if he didn’t skip class every day. No matter how good his grades were, his parents would praise Lin Yan for his diligent and hard work. After the college entrance exam, the two drank a glass of wine as a farewell and celebrated them parting ways. Unexpectedly, Yin Zhou missed half a page of questions while writing the math papers, but he still went to the same university as Lin Yan, so almost two. So the friendship continued with the constant cycle of loving and hating each other.

Later, they were divided by their majors. Yin Zhou studied electronics and Lin Yan studied history. From then on, there was little crossover with the two majors. Without the pressure of competition, the two of them became much closer, playing games, flirting with girls, talking about politics; there was no end to their activities.

The ‘regular place’ referred to the bar.

When Lin Yan walked in, he saw Yin Zhou shooting his shot with a girl at the bar unsuccessfully. Lin Yan called his name several times before he turned around. Yin Zhou opened a bottle of beer and his eyes widened: “ Yo, you weren’t responding to any of my calls or texts. Were you on a date?”

Lin Yan drank half the bottle in single breath, and said calmly, “I’ve got lost and was going around in circles.”

“Got lost?!” Yin Zhou stared at him for a long time. Seeing that Lin Yan wasn’t joking, he couldn’t help but smile and said, “Are you feeling alright? If you’re feeling sick, let this brother take you to the hospital.”

Lin Yan was in a weird mood because of all the strange events that had happened. Now, his voice wasn’t very strong either. He simply put down the beer bottle, put his hands on the table, raised his voice and shouted into Yin Zhou’s ears: “I! Saw! A! Ghost!!”

His voice was so loud that most of the people at the bar heard him. They turned to look at him like he was crazy.

Yin Zhou hid his face behind his hand and muttered about how embarrassing it was. After thinking about it, he raised his head and said with a dazed expression: “Was it a female ghost? Was it pretty?”

Lin Yan was at a loss for words and the muscles on his face twitched.

Then Lin Yan explained all the night’s occurrences to Yin Zhou in extreme detail, but he started regretting it halfway through. Yin Zhou obviously was eating it up, and a pair of unfocused eyes were shining with an excitement that couldn’t be matched in ten thousand years. He rubbed his hands together and stammered when he heard the section of the figure under the street light: “This is too unscientific, or maybe it’s too scientific. I’ll apply to use one of the labs tomorrow, maybe I can figure this out!”

Lin Yan wanted to smash the beer bottle on his head.

“You seem busy, I’ll head out first.”

Yin Zhou caught him before he walked away and scratched his head: “Alright, alright. I’m just kidding. Have a drink first and we can go back to my place afterwards.”

“Let’s be optimistic. If that thing is a guy, then you’ve got to get rid of him immediately. If it’s a woman, then she should definitely get down on her knees to see what is under your jeans.”

Lin Yan was actually very grateful to him when he drove Yin Zhou all the way to his house. He thought that unreliable people would have unreliable benefits. No matter how weird things were, he would really listen to them, but he immediately regretted it once they reached his apartment. The reason was simple: Yin Zhou’s room was dirty and no living person would ever be found in this room.

The sight that Lin Yan was faced with when he stepped in the door made him scream inside. It’s better to go home and be scared to death by ghosts. God only knows how he lives like this. It was a 10-square metre rental with rubbish and clothes littering the floor. There were mountains of instant noodle boxes on the table. Some of them were being used as ashtrays and there were cigarette butts floating in the murky soup. He had no idea how long they were left there, but they were exuded a rancid smell.

The laptop was thrown on the bed, and there was a line of characters moving across the screen. Yin Zhou rushed to take a look, and groaned: “It’s been going on repeatedly. The program has to be changed.” After he was done talking, he didn’t pay any more attention to Lin Yan. He leaned against the headboard, flipping through his notebook and clicked to stop debugging, tapping on his keyboard with his long fingers.

“There is food in the cupboard. If you get hungry, grab something to eat.”

Lin Yan opened the cabinet and inspected Yin Zhou’s selection. Various brands of instant noodles, rice vermicelli, pickled mustard greens, a large number of ham sausages that were about to expire… If this guy croaks one day, the number of preservatives in him would help him survive for at least thirty more years. If ancient people had eaten things like this, it could’ve saved conservation historians so much time.

“Do you have any clean clothes? Mine are soaked from the rain. Could you lend me some dry clothes first.”

“There’s some on the ground. Grab those.”

After feeling Lin Yan’s murderous glare, Yin Zhou reluctantly got up and slowly opened the wicker basket at the foot of his bed: “Yes, yes, my mother comes to wash my clothes once a week, and the clean ones are here.”

After speaking, he threw him a graphic t-shirt.

“You earn so much from your projects yet you live in such a shabby place. You don’t even own a washing machine, and that quality of life is catching up with you. Aren’t you afraid that your arrogant old man won’t give you money to marry a wife in the future? Lin Yan took off his shirt, stretched the t-shirt over his head and put it on. With the shirt over his head, he asked in a muffled voice: "Help me find a pair of pants.”

Yin Zhou threw his hands up and said with disdain: “You’re being so picky. A person uses so much stuff when they are alive but when they’re dead, they only need a coffin. Why are you being so particular about this?” After finishing speaking, Yu Guang looked at Lin Yan with a smirk. : “Xiao Linzi’s figure is good, the fitness card is not for nothing.”

He glanced at Lin Yan with his peripheral vision and gave a sly smirk: “Little Brother Lin is in good shape, your gym membership wasn’t bought in vain.”

“Don’t you dare call me Little Brother Lin, I’ll show you want a real man is!” Lin Yan picked up the electric kettle that was thrown by the bed, wiped off the ashes, and smacked his lips.

Lin Yan picked up the electric kettle that was thrown near the bed, wiped off a handful of cigarette ashes, and smacked his lips.

“Disgusting.”

Yin Zhou ignored him and spoke to himself as he flipped through his suitcase. “I remember I had a pair of new jeans, where are they going… Huh? What’s this? Did my mother leave her clothes in here?”

This was…

The body was made of red satin, black lining, with loose sleeves that hung down, and there was heavy embroidery around the wrists. Yin Zhou shook it out curiously. Just as he was about to hold it up to compare it to his body, Lin Yan cried out: “Put that down, don’t touch it!”

Looking at Lin Yan’s pale face, Yin Zhou also noticed that something was wrong, so he threw the red clothes on the bed.

“These are mortuary clothes. It’s for the dead.” Lin Yan said weakly.

Yin Zhou’s face also changed.

“This thing doesn’t belong here.”

Yin Zhou looked around his room, as if to relieve the nervous atmosphere, he laughed twice: “Is it wrong? How about I call my mother and ask if she left it.”

Yin Zhou looked around his room. Trying to break the tense atmosphere, he laughed twice: “Was this a mistake? How about I call my mother and ask if she put it in here?”

Lin Yan looked at the clothes and said dejectedly: “No need, I believe you.”

He was getting angry, thinking that this thing was trying to provoke him no matter what, and now it was involving his friend. He was clearly trying to get a reaction out of him.

For a while, both of them were speechless. The room was silent except for the ticking of the clock on the wall.

Under the light of the bright light, the red clothes were laid straight out on the bed like paper. Despite its bright colour, it was gloomy and had a terrifying appearance. The ancient style and the luxurious fabrics exuded such a cold atmosphere that it was like the sun had never touched it.

Ten minutes later.

Lin Yan picked up the car key on the table. He sighed and said to Yin Zhou: “I’m going back home. This thing is coming after me, staying here will only hurt you.”

Yin Zhou spat out: “Don’t give me that bullshit. It would be stupid to go back by yourself, just stay here.”

What Lin Yan wanted to say was interrupted by Yin Zhou: “We’re close enough that you’re wearing my pants. Won’t I be the one that will have to explain what happened to your parents if there’s an accident? Don’t mess with me. We’ll talk about this in the morning.”

After talking, yin Zhou searched under the bed for a while. He found another notebook and handed it to Lin Yan: “Do you think a ghost would be able to scare us to death? Hurry up, let’s get some kills on Dota!”

Lin Yan was silent for a while, opened his notebook, and said with a smile: “You asked for it, I won’t go easy on you!”

The light flickered and dimmed, and the room became more and more gloomy. Lin Yan knew instinctively that something was staring at him somewhere in the room. Maybe it had a pale face, wrapped in a red mortuary, and said sorrowfully: Your death is approaching.

This must be the weirdest night in his 22 years of life, Lin Yan thought. Once the sky begins to get bright, things will be over by dawn.

The red mortuary was like a long, stiff corpse lying on the bed, the sleeves folded across the front as if to remind him that this was only the beginning.