Chapter 4

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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.

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Chapter 4 - Surprise

Lin Yan and Yin Zhou played games all night in the apartment. It was strange to say that the ghost didn’t seem to want to do anything else. It only reminded Lin Yan of its existence with its cold breath and stayed peaceful the rest of the night. In the morning, Lin Yan and Yin Zhou had finally started yawning. Lin Yan waved goodbye and went to go home to sleep, rubbing his eyes and changing back into his clothes. When he turned around, Yin Zhou had already fallen asleep with his arms crossed. The scarlet red coat slid down the edge of the bed onto the ground, mixing with the trash on the floor. Illuminated by the morning sun, it wasn’t much different from any other ancient costumes, and there was no cold atmosphere at all.

Maybe it was all just a coincidence.

The summer was bright and the sky was sunny, and the experience last night felt like a dream. Lin Yan stretched out his arms as he walked through the garden and took a deep breath of the fragrance of dew. As for the ghost, Lin Yan thought that it might really be related to his profession. He shook his head self-deprecatingly. It seems that New Year’s was correct in saying no one will die, so his grandfather should have nothing to worry about.

When he got home, passing by JUSCO, Lin Yan bought some spare ribs, chicken legs, and carried a bundle of beer. The moth orchid at home had grown two more flower buds overnight, and the slits showed delicate white petals, like small open mouths.

Lin Yan plugged his computer in and pressed the power button. There was a soft click, and the familiar Windows 7 startup interface appeared on the screen. The startup music is “The Sun Also Rises” by Joe Hisaishi. He doesn’t normally think to much of it, but he listened to it today, thinking how applicable it was to his situation.

It’s business as usual like nothing had happened.

He threw his clothes in the washing machine, put the meat in the refrigerator, and tidied up his room. After finishing all those tasks, Lin Yan turned his phone to silent, and the beer went under the bed to start the night aftercare - self-hypnosis. This was the body adjustment method he came up with by staying up many times during his freshman year. He sleeps lightly during the day, uses alcohol to calm his mind, and sleeps silently until dawn. Not only does he save a day’s food, but his biological clock also doesn’t get messed up.

He had picked up some Budweiser dark beer, slightly sour, with a mellow grain aroma.

Lin Yan kept a few glasses. Not long after, the slight drowsiness hit the hearty drunk Lin Yan. His limbs were so limp that he didn’t have enough strength to raise them. The sleepiness of staying up so late struck him. Lin Yan only put on a pair of underwear and lay on the bed, drinking a few more sips. After sleeping for a while, the can in his hand fell to the ground unconsciously, and he fell into a deep sleep.

It seemed that after sleeping for a long time, there was a layer of hot sweat all over the body. The cold white light on his eyelids turned into a soft warm yellow, orange and gold, and then went dark, and there was a deep silence in the room. Lin Yan had a very long dream. In his half-asleep state, all he felt was the surrounding area was getting colder and colder. It seemed that someone had turned on the air conditioner ahead of time. Lin Yan pulled the blanket over his waist and muttered: “Boss, turn off the air conditioner.”

He wasn’t used to living alone, even after moving out of school for more than a year. He always thought that he was in the dormitory. In the summer, he liked to press against the cold wall beside the bed. There was no iron railing of the dormitory bed. He often rolled off and fell on the ground, rubbing his head and looking around the room, annoyed that he was no longer in the dormitory.

In the dormitory, he liked sleeping against the wall. It felt cool and safe. He could only hold a pillow in his new apartment. He always felt that something was missing.

A person can feel lonely sometimes.

Someone was looking at him from beside the bed. His mind was fuzzy. Lin Yan thought: could his boss not find the AC remote?

Something cold and smooth covered his lips, sucking and grinding, pushing its tongue through his teeth, agitated like a snake, going in and out while fitting against his upper jaw. The taste was gentle and beautiful, almost like it would be intimidated by the touch of a petal, Lin Yan loosened his grip on the blanket and opened his mouth to greet it. The soft thing slowly invaded his mouth as if it had received encouragement. The kiss grew deeper, and the coldness on his body seemed to gain weight, pressing up against him. Suddenly, the softness on his mouth pulled away. Lin Yan subconsciously stretched out his tongue to hold it there and paused for a while. The cold thing like a snake sucked the tip of his tongue again.

It’s cold. Why is it so cold?

Boss, the AC remote is probably in the drawer. It would help to turn off the air conditioner before someone froze to death.

Someone seemed to let out a long sigh in his ear.

Forget it, wasn’t it just the air conditioner?

I can just use my blanket.

As if there was really a cold weight covering the blanket, the alcohol wasn’t letting his body try and get up. Lin Yan was instead dragged and hugged by a force, and the silk covers were raised around his arms and placed down on his chest.

Who would be so kind…

No, Lin Yan suddenly realized. This wasn’t the dormitory. There was no one else at all. What was going on?

After his struggle to get up, he was hit with sudden violent dizziness, and his whole body fell down onto the bed again. Sleeping after getting drunk makes a person bolder and carefree. Lin Yan couldn’t help but laugh out loud. Then, there was something that grew between his legs, and it was being stroked and rubbed again and again. There was so much strength behind it that Lin Yan frowned, but he didn’t really put much thought into it.

Was he imagining this? … His boss wasn’t small like this person, and he didn’t have a girlfriend. It was shameful to rely on this other person to solve this predicament.

Lin Yan turned his head contentedly and buried the side of his face in the pillow. It has been a long time since he last had a dream like this, he might as well take advantage of it.

Who was the gracious host this time?

Lin Yan opened his mouth in a daze, and the softness greeted him again. It wrapped around his tongue, sucking it into its mouth and slowly savouring it.

The force that was rubbing what was between his legs was strong, and he was beginning to feel really hot and bothered. Lin Yan wanted to curl in on himself, but his knees were pressed down by something. Something pushed down his shoulders, and Lin Yan obediently rolled onto his back. The palm of its hand stroked his hips through his underwear, then moved to the front. His restless member in his underwear was played with by something cool. It was numbingly cold, but also agonizingly slow. Lin Yan gasping grew heavier, swallowing impatiently.

Who is this person who was so good at providing such a service?

Lin Yan smacked his lips with satisfaction.

Its movements were getting faster and faster, stretching across more of the surface area. An unheated hand shifted up and down, rubbing the sensitive tip of it with its thumb. The mixture of dizziness and pleasure made Lin Yan tightly grasped the sheets in reflex. He stiffly thrust his hips back and forth to match the movement of the hand. They worked together in a familiar sense as if this had happened between the two many times before. Lin Yan bit his lower lip and couldn’t help but shake his head slightly.

It was very pleasant, really comfortable.

He had never had a dream like this before where he could be so satisfied just by doing this with a hand. Lin Yan’s body squirmed relentlessly. When he leaned on his side, the cold palms traced his tight waist muscles, inching up the front of his chest, feeling it up. Lin Yan’s whole body was wrapped in frigidness and his body was involuntarily trembling from both the cold and his lust.

The moment he reached his climax, his mind turned into blank static. Lin Yan arched his body and tried to suppress the muffled sound that rushed out of his throat. However, the cold figure suddenly changed. One hand grabbed his jaw and squeezed harshly. The moment he opened his mouth, he let out a long breath with a “hah” groan escaping as well. However, the pain in his jaw was intense. The hand forced his jaw open and didn’t hesitate to wrap its other hand around his throat.

Was this thing trying to kill him?!

Out of breath, his throat was closed off and his face flushed red. Lin Yan instantly sobered up. This wasn’t right, this wasn’t right at all!

It was pitch black all around him. Lin Yan was confined and tried to shout out. This hand was skillful, however, and left him with just enough breath to stay alive. Blood was rushing to his head and it was getting harder to breathe. His underwear, which had already been slightly pulled down, was dragged off and thrown to the side. The figure’s cold fingers entered in from behind. One finger, two, three, and it moved them back and forth, in and out without hesitation.

The pain and suffocation got Lin Yan soaked in a clammy sweat. His only conscious thought was telling him that he was being pressed into the bed by an invisible figure. He couldn’t breathe, his eyes were bulging, and the blood vessels in his temples were protruding. Lin Yan wanted to break free from the hand that was holding his throat, but it was as powerful as pliers. The little air that was left in his throat let out a sharp whistle as he exhaled, his life hanging by a thread.

“I’m here to kill you.”

A sullen male voice rang in his ears, and something slippery and cold was nibbling on his earlobes, sucking on his ears madly and abnormally. Lin Yan’s expression was warped, his heart beating wildly. He couldn’t hide, couldn’t even see the fucking ghost!

Almost as quickly as it started, the brute force disappeared, leaving no traces that it was ever there.

Lin Yan clutched his neck and gasped in the fresh air. His chest was rising and falling, fear twisting in him like an invisible giant hand. This was crazy, he must be crazy! What on earth could he have offended so greatly?!

During his panic, he heard a small electrical ‘pop’ noise. The computer screen in the corner of the bedroom suddenly lit up, and a line of bright red characters appeared on the screen: “The first day of Wushan month; the death date is approaching.”

Lin Yan’s hands were shaking as he turned on his lamp. The scene before him almost made him vomit. The walls and windows were all covered with bright red paint, dripping with red crosses. Even the glass had paint rolling down it. It was almost like a curse, or even like a formation, trapping him in this small apartment.

Lin Yan lowered his head, the white, cloudy substance was still on his genitals and lower abdomen, and even his clothes were stained with the liquid. The red silk clothes were soaked, like dried bloodstains.

Wait, red clothes?

Trembling, Lin Yan raised his arms. His clothes were made out of red satin with black lining, heavy embroidery. It was burial clothes for the dead, the same clothes that were supposed to be lying on Yin Zhou’s floor were instead being worn on his body!

It has been 29 hours since the beginning of this whole thing, and, for the first time, Lin Yan felt like everything was about to collapse.

“Ringringring…” The phone rang.

Lin Yan sat stunned, then rushed over in a moment of bravado, grabbing the receiver fiercely and cursing into the phone: “I don’t care who you are or what you are, come at me! Show me who you are!”

There was silence on the other end of the receiver, and suddenly Yin Zhou’s voice came: “Lin Yan? Are… are you okay? What’s wrong?”

It was like he had heard the voice of the sun itself. After a moment of silence, Lin Yan cried out with joy, but he collected himself almost immediately. He tried his best to control his breathing and replied in the most normal tone he could muster: “… Everything’s fine, that thing just showed up again.”

Yin Zhou’s voice also sounded a little off: “I slept until midnight, and when I woke up, I saw that the clothes were gone. I was afraid that something might have happened to you.”

“My mother contacted someone who might know more about it. If you want, we could go there tomorrow?”

Lin Yan hesitated, holding the receiver for a while. He never would’ve thought this earlier, but now, he didn’t even know if he could survive until morning.

“Don’t tell my parents.”

“Relax, I didn’t say it involved you.”

Lin Yan sighed. This was the only time that he’d be able to get these answers; “Okay, I’ll pick you up at 8, if I even can still pick you up.”

Throwing down the receiver, Lin Yan looked around his bedroom. He had lived in this room for more than a year. He discussed and revised the interior decorations with the designer several times. Now it looked so strange and terrifying. The mottled red paint, the computer seemingly connected to the underworld, the ghost who randomly shows up to kill him; the powerlessness he felt made it feel like he was floating aimless through water, unable to find something solid to grab onto.

He was so exhausted that he didn’t even have any energy to take off the suspicious clothing that he was wearing. Lin Yan laid back on his pillow and stared up at a fairly clean ceiling above, muttering to himself ’what did I do wrong, what did I do wrong?’

“Ringringring…” The phone rang again.

Lin Yan picked it up, leaned to his ear slowly, and said softly, “A-Zhou, why did you think something might have happened?”

There was no answer.

Lin Yan’s body felt numb suddenly, the familiar coldness and silence returning…

“I… Want… You… To… Die…”

There was a sombre answer on the phone.

Lin Yan could only laugh and put down the receiver blankly.

He would deal with everything tomorrow.