Chapter 9

Unlike the iron door of the morgue, the door at the guardhouse was made of wood.

The guy who had almost smashed the iron door of the morgue to pieces would surely break this wooden door with one hit, right?

I was almost driven mad with fear, but unexpectedly, the wooden door only made two sounds and then stopped. This situation left me utterly astonished, and the old guard who had just paid respects to Lord Guan Er smiled, pointing at the wooden door and saying, "It seems the talisman I sought from Putuo Temple really works; the dirty things are scared!"

My face turned pale, and I glanced at Officer Lin, only to find her staring intently at the old guard, shivering uncontrollably.

I didn't know what was wrong with her, and subconsciously moved closer to Officer Lin, grabbing her hand and whispering in her ear, "What's wrong?"

Officer Lin grabbed my shoulder, her lips almost touching my earlobe, and shivered as she whispered, "This old man, he wasn't wearing white clothes just now..."

She was both nervous and afraid that the other party would hear, so she was very close to me.

The warm breath from Officer Lin's nose and mouth sprayed on my ear, and her hair fell on my face, making me feel itchy all over. Just as I was distracted, I heard her words and felt a chill run down my back.

Yes!

When we came to negotiate just now, the old guard was wearing a thick jacket, but now he was dressed in clothes that looked like the shrouds worn by the dead in their coffins.

When Officer Lin noticed this discrepancy, I quickly realized that something else was wrong with the guardhouse.

Like the morgue, the temperature in the guardhouse was inexplicably low. We were drenched in sweat from being scared, but once we entered here, we felt a chill all over. In the corner of the room, we could even see half-burned paper money. The most unsettling thing was the old color TV in the center.

I had only glanced at it earlier, but now, upon closer inspection, I noticed that the twenty-four female guests on the screen all had bright red lips.

It was as if each of them had just drunk blood.

The people on the TV seemed fine at first glance, but upon closer inspection, each face was twisted, their eyes filled with ferocity and hatred.

That hatred was so intense, it seemed as if they wanted to crawl out of the TV and stab me several times.

The knocking outside stopped, but I could feel something waiting at the door, a vague swallowing sound, making me shiver all over.

However, my attention was no longer on the corridor outside but on the old guard in front of me.

He still acted as if he was deaf, kneeling on the ground and muttering. Then he got up, leaning against the wall, and said to us, "What have you provoked to end up like this?"

I stood in front of Officer Lin, tightly holding her hand, and asked the old guard, "Sir, do you have a landline here? We need to make a call."

Hearing my question, the old guard's eyes darted, but he immediately replied, "No!"

Despite his words, I followed his gaze and saw a red landline phone in a corner of the TV cabinet, lying in a half-open metal box. Without hesitation, I pointed to it and asked, "What about that?"

The old guard, looking flustered, said, "That, that one is broken. Don't touch it!"

The more nervous he became, the more suspicious I grew. I gritted my teeth, stepped forward, and said with a smile, "We just need to make a call to get some people here. With more people, the positive energy will be strong, and those strange things will be gone."

I tried to grab the phone, but the old guard hugged me, refusing to let go. Officer Lin also sensed something was wrong and, taking advantage of his distraction, ran over.

Unexpectedly, as soon as her hand touched the phone, the old guard shouted, "Girl, don't! If you pick up that phone, we'll all die!"

Officer Lin shivered in fear, her hand hesitating. Afraid the old guard would do something strange, I held him down and urged, "Officer Lin, quickly call your colleagues and get them to come. Otherwise, we'll all be in trouble tonight!"

Hearing my urging, Officer Lin picked up the phone without hesitation and started dialing with her other hand.

The moment she picked it up, the old guard, who had been struggling fiercely, suddenly screamed and gave up all resistance, collapsing on the ground, sobbing, "Dead, dead, you young people, why are you so reckless? Oh..."

Seeing his genuine tears, I felt as if I had done something wrong.

At that moment, I noticed Officer Lin's face stiffen as she held the phone.

What does it mean to stiffen?

Her face became rigid, like meat just taken out of the freezer, with a layer of frost on it, making her look very uncomfortable and strange.

Like me, the old guard had been watching her. Seeing her expression, he sighed, "Why did you stop me? Do you know where that phone call goes? Everything was fine here, but why did you have to seek death? Now, are you happy?"

As he spoke, Officer Lin stood there, her face growing darker. I felt something was wrong and knew this old man had some knowledge, so I asked what to do.

The old man glanced at Officer Lin a few times and suddenly asked me, "Young man, are you still a virgin?"

A virgin?

Uh, does that mean a virgin? My mind was a bit tangled, and when I finally reacted, I shook my head vigorously. The old guard glared at me and cursed, "You young scoundrel, you're not a virgin at such a young age. People's morals have declined! If you want to live, stay away."

The old man kicked me away and reached for his belt.

He was wearing the kind of shroud worn by the dead, tied with a red sash. Once he untied it, he didn't care that I was there and pulled out his penis, urinating around us with a foul and pungent smell.

He was old, so he urinated frequently but in small amounts, finishing quickly.

The old guard, still agitated, pointed at the red sash on the ground, soaked in urine, and said to me, "Pick this up and put it around the girl's neck, quickly!"

I had been suspicious of the old man and felt some resistance to the urine-soaked red sash, so I instinctively refused, "Sir, will your urine work?"

Is this old man, who is over sixty, still a virgin?

The old man ignored my question and glared at me. I didn't dare mock him and hurriedly picked up the red sash and rushed to Officer Lin.

I raised my hand, about to put the sash around her neck, but unexpectedly, a pair of hands appeared in front of my neck.

It was Officer Lin. For some reason, she had let go of the phone and was now choking me with both hands.

She looked delicate, but as a police officer, she was strong. Her hands closed around my neck, and I immediately went cross-eyed, almost losing consciousness. In a panic, I tried to put the red sash around her neck but ended up touching her chest instead.

Oh, so big...

I meant she was very strong. Officer Lin pushed me to the ground, and my head hit the concrete floor with a thud, causing me to gasp in pain.

However, the pain made me regain my senses, realizing that if I didn't resist, I would end up like Ah Gui, Wang Lei, and Xiao Zhang.

Who wants to die?

I had too many things to worry about and naturally didn't want to die. I gritted my teeth and, with great effort, pushed the urine-soaked red sash onto Officer Lin's face. She seemed to dislike the smell and leaned back, then suddenly pushed me away.

I slid a few meters on the ground and crashed into the TV cabinet, causing the TV to wobble and fall.

I couldn't avoid it and curled up.

The TV fell from the table and landed heavily beside me, emitting a large spark. My waist was hit, and I felt intense pain. As I gasped for air, I saw Officer Lin throw off the red sash and run to the door.

I had just been hit by the TV and was lying on the ground, unable to move. The old guard, standing in the urine circle, saw her trying to open the door and was terrified, shouting and rushing to stop her.

I thought the old guard was some kind of expert, but he was also pushed to the ground by Officer Lin.

Then the old man let out a cry, "Ah," and fainted, apparently hitting something.

He fainted, but I was still conscious. I pushed the broken TV aside, barely stood up, and saw that Officer Lin had already opened the door.

A figure walked in from outside.

I looked toward the door and couldn't help but shout, "Why is it you?"

If it had been Ah Gui or Wang Lei, I would have been prepared, but the person who walked in was someone I never expected.

Ma Quandan!