Das Leben der Landbevölkerung in der Stadt während der Song-Dynastie

Kapitel 4

"It's tragic... They didn't fall on the battlefield, but were sacrificed in a conspiracy... In fact, if we hadn't been so lax, we might have been wiped out as well..." Curry was also saddened.

The group remained silent, partly out of mourning for the deceased and partly out of worry about their bleak future.

A black sedan drove through layers of police tape and stopped in front of the building. An elderly man in military uniform, accompanied by four guards, stepped out of the car and walked steadily toward Curry. "Which one of you is Team Leader Curry?" he asked.

“That’s me, may I ask…” Curry stood up. It seemed the military was really going to get involved, he thought.

The old man's words confirmed his suspicions: "I am General Molina. The Department of Defense has assigned me to investigate the events that occurred here." He paused, then asked with a hint of skepticism, "Could you repeat your absurd experience to me again?"

"Do you find this absurd? If you saw those corpses, you wouldn't think so, my lord." Curry gave General Molina a sharp rebuke, maintaining a certain level of respect while also countering the general's self-righteous attitude. He had to make the general realize the seriousness of the matter.

"Oh?" The general hadn't expected Curry to be so resolute. Before coming here, he had thought Curry was a mentally unstable madman, otherwise how could he have fabricated such an absurd event? But judging from the situation before him, Curry was not only clear-headed, but also possessed the courage that the general, as a soldier, greatly admired.

“General, I suggest we immediately retrieve the building’s surveillance footage and then rigorously compare it with the existing corpses to screen for any remaining bodies. We are responsible to the public and absolutely cannot allow zombies to roam the streets!” Curry’s attitude remained resolute and firm. This forced the general to reconsider. He hesitated for a moment before saying, “Alright, Mr. Curry… please allow me to address you this way, because the Department of Defense has decided to temporarily revoke your group’s operational authority. Until our preliminary investigation results are available, you’d better stay home—if what you say is true, then going out on the streets is also very dangerous. Don’t worry, we will not restrict your personal freedom, just remember that your various investigative privileges have been temporarily revoked, and now my men and I are in full charge.”

This outcome was not entirely unexpected for Curry. He said nothing, only coldly, "Take care, General."

"Then please leave for now. This is a military restricted area. If necessary, I will send someone to inform you." The general's reply was neither warm nor cold, but it left room for maneuver. It seemed the general had taken Curry's warning to heart.

Watching the general get into his car and drive away, and the army enter the building to take over Curry's work, Curry sat back down on the steps. The tension and excitement gradually faded, and he gradually recovered from the mental blow. In an instant, a feeling of exhaustion washed over him. It turned out that his earlier "I'm fine" was all just a facade, a forced performance based on his belief.

“Boss…” Seeing Curry’s dejected appearance, Deng Kun wanted to say a few words of comfort, but Curry waved his hand to stop him. “I’m fine, it would be a monster if I didn’t feel tired…” Curry was just tired, not despondent. He looked at everyone and then slowly said, “Don’t be discouraged, everyone. Facing the unknown future, we can only unite. Although the Corpse Whisperer’s power is terrifying, if we all work together, we will definitely find a way to deal with him. Although my words may sound like a mundane sermon, this is definitely not a vain hope made in vain. I believe what my friend said a long time ago: as long as we don’t give up, there is still hope for the future.”

Everyone nodded.

“Alright, everyone go home! Call or text if necessary.” Curry forced a weak smile onto his somewhat haggard face. Soon, television and newspapers broadcast news that a highly contagious and deadly infectious disease had broken out in the building, and the building was completely quarantined. Every time Curry saw news of how many people in the building had been infected or died that day, he couldn't help but lament. Those who fabricated these reports were truly meticulous in their efforts to avoid causing public panic, making it seem as if so many people were dying in stages. Orphans and widows were kept in the dark, living in constant fear that their loved ones would appear on the list, when in fact their loved ones had long since passed away. Apart from the police and soldiers on guard, the area in front of the building was deserted. Citizens dared not approach the building, fearing infection; nearby residents were filled with anxiety, and even those who normally passed by avoided the area. Faced with these deliberately fabricated false reports, how many people could distinguish the truth from the falsehood? Besides, how many people truly cared about the truth? As the number of infections and deaths dropped to zero, people quickly forgot about the deadly infectious disease and returned to their former lives. In front of the building, where initially only a handful of cars sped by, after a few days, the bustling traffic returned to normal. The people, kept in the dark, were unaware of the existence of the Corpse Whisperers, nor the approaching danger. Perhaps, they were the truly happy ones?

Fortunately, General Molina wasn't a stubborn old man. After reviewing the evidence, he finally believed Curry's words. Now, he not only assembled a highly skilled and well-equipped squad to patrol day and night to deal with any sudden zombie incidents, but he also restored Curry's group's operational authority, allowing them to conduct investigations into the zombie whisperers.

After several days of hard work, Curry and his team finally used the building's security footage to compare all the bodies with the people who were in the building at the time. Fortunately, no one escaped. However, one thing was strange: the young man who controlled the tape recorder that day wasn't a building employee. Curry finally found him on the city's missing persons list; he was a funeral worker at the crematorium named Li Shusen. Later, combining other clues, and after discussion and extensive research, they pieced together a more plausible scenario: Professor Qu's body was sent to that crematorium, and then Li Shusen was killed by Professor Qu and turned into a zombie. At the same time, an old man who was a doorman and several uncremated bodies also went missing from the crematorium, but the time, location, and number all matched the zombies Randall had dealt with that night. This explained everything. The only unknown was who was creating the zombies. Did the Corpse Whisperer himself appear, or did Professor Qu spread the Corpse Whisperer's voice? Since Professor Qu had already been destroyed by Ace's Exorcising Starlight, this became an unsolvable mystery. The exact time when everyone in the building was turned into zombies was confirmed to have occurred between midnight that day and early the next morning. However, the person who created the zombies remains a mystery, as the building's surveillance cameras have blind spots, and the existing footage did not capture the process of creating the zombies.

"It must have been intentional! The Corpse Whisperer knew in advance where the building's surveillance blind spots were, otherwise he wouldn't have missed being filmed!" Deng Kun slammed his fist on the table, indignantly.

"Not necessarily. Places involving privacy, like restrooms, can't be monitored anywhere. Otherwise, if everyone were watching you, you'd be the first to protest!" Zhang Yang laughed from the side.

“That’s true…” Deng Kun chuckled to himself.

Curry pondered silently for a moment, then made a decision: "But let's pull up the files of all the people involved in the building's design and take a look. We can't let any clue slip by."

"Should we send someone to scout?" Zhang Yang asked.

“No,” Curry shook his head, “it’s too broad. Let’s reason things out first and try to narrow down the suspects.”

Just then, Annie made coffee for everyone and distributed a cup to each person on a tray. Curry then felt a little sleepy, looked up at the clock on the wall, and realized it was already past 11 pm. They had been so engrossed in their conversation that they had completely forgotten the time. Curry stood up, stretched, and said, "I'm a little hungry, let's get some late-night snacks!"

"I agree!" Deng Kun raised both hands in approval of Curry's suggestion. Zhang Yang even pulled out the takeout information he had prepared beforehand, checking which restaurant he wanted to order from. "How about ordering takeout from Hao Lun Ge?"

"It's not very tasty... Besides, they should have closed at 10:30," Deng Kun said.

"Many office buildings in this area have people working overtime until late at night. In order to regain business in this area, they deliver food at any time."

"Take it back..." In an instant, a sinister voice flashed through Curry's mind: "What I gave you, I can also take back!" Conversely, the Corpse Whisperer can take it back just as easily as it can give it back... "Wait a minute," Curry slapped his thigh and shouted, "Damn it, we were so focused on checking the bodies that we forgot to check the packages and deliveries that came and went from the building that day!"

"W-what?" Deng Kun asked, puzzled. "It's not anthrax, what does it have to do with packages or anything?"

“The Corpse Whisperer doesn’t even need to come in person; just sending the recorder will suffice! Since recordings can destroy zombies, why can’t they create them? We already have Professor Qu’s corpse here. Just play that recording again, and he can start killing and creating even more zombies. Like the spread of a virus, the number of zombies could increase exponentially. And turning everyone in the building into zombies wouldn’t take that long…” Curry’s expression grew increasingly serious as he spoke, even he found the deduction terrifying. But he couldn’t deny that it was possible. If this previously unthinkable possibility was true, it wouldn’t be hard to explain why the Corpse Whisperer abandoned this place—he only considered it a laboratory, and his experiment had succeeded. Even the secret police were no match for him; if he continued to create that terrifying recording, then the hospital morgue, the funeral home, the crematorium… weren’t they all bigger, better, and easier targets for him to exploit?

It's like lighting a candle in the dark, finally illuminating the path forward; but as you take a step, you discover the road ahead is full of dangerous forks, and the candle is about to go out. While not a complete dilemma, it's far more difficult. Dark clouds of crisis blanket the sky, and your uncertain fate, like the flickering candle flame, could be extinguished by the approaching storm at any moment, plunging you into eternal darkness…

9. One-third chance

Everyone was quite shocked to hear Curry's speculation. Annie, who was about to drink her coffee, turned pale and dropped the cup, spilling coffee all over the floor.

“No, that can’t be right? Recording can… If he used the radio… wouldn’t everything be under the Corpse Whisperer’s control? He just didn’t want to take action…” Annie’s voice trembled, and her words were somewhat incoherent.

Curry completely understood what Annie was trying to say, but her words also raised a question for him: just how powerful was that recording? If creating zombies was as simple as destroying an entire building full of them, the Corpse Whisperers could easily control the entire city; they only needed to seize the television and radio stations. It seemed things weren't so simple. The Corpse Whisperers must have their own difficulties. Was creating them inherently more difficult than destroying them? He quickly asked, "Does anyone know if there's a special structure in this building that can transmit sound?"

After a moment of silence, Zhang Yang pointed to the ceiling and said, "I don't know about anything else, but there are damn broadcasts everywhere."

"That's it! The broadcast!" A flash of inspiration struck Curry. If this were an animated film, it would probably be depicted with flashes of lightning and a "ding" sound, right? The loudspeaker hidden in the ceiling was an annoying thing that would often spoil people's moods unexpectedly. People often hated it intensely when it emitted its blaring noise, but that hatred could easily vanish, and they would often completely ignore it—making it a perfect tool for crime. He quickly ordered, "Xiao Deng and Xiao Zhang, go to the broadcasting room and see if there's a device with a wireless receiver or something similar, something small. Everyone else, review the recording again. Let's summarize and see if there are any patterns in the time or location of the zombies' changes." Having witnessed the "recording machine" last time, Curry now dared not underestimate the Corpse Whisperer's technical capabilities. "If we can analyze the patterns in the zombies' appearance, we might be able to determine how the Corpse Whisperer creates them, at least enough to know if they have the strength for a large-scale attack." He felt a little more confident about the direction they were heading, and no longer felt that the future was bleak.

Not long after, while Curry and the others were still intently watching the surveillance footage and taking notes, Deng Kun and Zhang Yang rushed back excitedly. "Look, we found this!" Deng Kun waved the plastic bag in his hand, which contained something no bigger than an AAA battery. Curry wasn't surprised at all; his idea of a wireless receiver was pretty much the same. However, he was still happy because things were exactly as he had expected.

James, the tech lead, took the plastic bag and began extracting fingerprints from the small device. Soon, he sat down at the computer to compare the fingerprints, and the device was handed to Curry. Curry put on gloves and carefully examined the device. It was handmade; the outer casing was a small USB flash drive, and where the USB port used to be, an audio jack had been replaced. Upon disassembly, he saw that the circuit boards inside were all hand-soldered, with remarkably even and smooth solder joints. While the device was somewhat rough compared to commercially available digital products, it was something an ordinary person couldn't have made; it must have been crafted by a professional.

"When we got there, it was plugged into the microphone jack, and I saw it right away," Deng Kun said proudly.

"Hmm..." Curry responded, still carefully examining the small device.

Meanwhile, James was yelling, "It's not working! We can't find the same fingerprint in the database!"

Curry then looked up and said, "Let's see if it's the same as the one on that tape recorder."

Sure enough, one of the two sets of fingerprints on the tape recorder matched this fingerprint perfectly. James gave a thumbs up and exclaimed, "Boss, that's amazing! What's that Chinese saying again?... Hindsight is 20/20! Brilliant!" Curry immediately fainted: "There's no 'hindsight'! It's more like 'brilliant foresight'..."

"Could those fingerprints belong to the Corpse Whisperer? In other words, he came in person?" Deng Kun asked, both excited and nervous.

Curry shook his head: "No, it's that funeral worker Li Shusen's. The other set of fingerprints on the tape recorder is mine. But this proves that Li Shusen was sent by the Corpse Whisperers to carry out a surveillance mission."

"So that means... the Corpse Whisperer didn't come?" Deng Kun was somewhat disappointed.

“Very likely. Once we finish analyzing the video, we can confirm this hypothesis.” Curry sighed. He really hoped to find out the true identity of the Corpse Whisperer and take Little B to fight him one-on-one before the Corpse Whisperer could act. According to Randall, Little B should be able to handle the Corpse Whisperer. However, the thought that Little B hadn't even learned the most basic gestures like shaking hands or bowing, and was only sensitive to the word “eat,” made Curry a little unsure. He could only comfort himself with the theory that “even a starved camel is bigger than a horse, and even the dumbest demon hunter is stronger than an ordinary monster hunter.”

"Little B, want something to eat?" he called tentatively towards the door. Sure enough, at the mention of "eat," Little B, who had been lazily lying on the ground, lit up with its eyes, immediately jumped up, wagged its tail, and ran straight to Curry, scratching at Curry's trouser leg with its furry paws, begging for food. Curry, scratched painfully, couldn't help but smile wryly: "Is Little B really reliable? I have my doubts..." In the end, Deng Kun rummaged through the drawer and gave Little B some food, thus rescuing Curry from the predicament. Otherwise, Little B would have been relentlessly persistent, something Curry had already experienced many times before.

"Boss, we've found something!" Annie shouted excitedly, and Curry rushed over to see what it was. Annie pointed at the screen and said, "There are different levels of zombies! Look, these people in the hall only repeat fixed actions, like puppets repeatedly performing a play that has been rehearsed in advance; while Gabe and his men can obviously act on their own, they are more like normal people."

"That's right..." Curry recalled that the people in the hall had blank expressions and mechanical movements, so he sensed something was off as soon as he entered, though he couldn't immediately pinpoint what was strange. Gabe still retained his own thoughts, acting like a small leader, in charge of directing everything here; while Li Shusen was planted by the Corpse Whisperer next to Gabe to monitor him. If Gabe made any unusual moves, Li Shusen would sacrifice himself to kill him. It was just unclear how the Corpse Whisperer controlled Li Shusen; perhaps it was a powerful form of mind control?

“I have a new clue. Li Shusen entered the building at 11:34 PM, and new zombies have started appearing since then. Also, there’s something very important—he was able to pass through the multi-factor authentication system and ride our private elevator. His target is clear: B7!” said Xu Dewen, who had been silent all along. Although he didn’t like to talk, when he did, his words were always startling.

“I see!” Curry slammed his hand on the table, startling Annie. He was actually very excited because these clues, combined, were gradually making the image of the Corpse Whisperer clearer—he should be a meticulous and cautious person, skilled in designing and manufacturing electronic products; he had some connection to the building's design, could bypass the identity verification system, and had some understanding of the building's organizational structure. With these characteristics, the pool of suspects would be significantly narrowed. Curry suppressed his excitement and shared his thoughts with everyone, who all nodded in agreement. Then came the tedious and laborious screening process. Taking turns to rest, after a day and night of hard work, the list of suspects was finally completed by the evening of the following day.

The first suspect was John Schmidt, the sole survivor of Gabe's group, who "happened" to have been absent from work for the past two days due to a severe cold. His job was to develop weapons and equipment, including creating various ingenious "gadgets" for special operations, demonstrating his considerable dexterity. He perfectly fit the criteria of being able to manufacture electronics, familiar with the building, and knowledgeable about the organization. As for breaching the identification system, using the "computer identification deception device" he had previously proposed but never actually built, wouldn't be difficult.

The second suspect was Dr. Cheng Xin, one of the designers of the building's security and identification system. As the designer, he was naturally very familiar with the building and could easily bypass it by leaving backdoors in the system. Furthermore, he studied engineering and had been tinkering with various inventions since university, so making electronic devices was nothing new to him. However, he might lack a certain understanding of the departments within the building, at least not as thoroughly as John, who was intimately familiar with floor B7.

The third and final suspect was Curry's direct superior, the mysterious figure codenamed "G.net." As a high-ranking leader, his ability to plan and manage the overall situation was undeniable. From daily interactions, Curry also sensed that G.net was a knowledgeable and insightful individual. Although he never showed his face, Curry had witnessed his understanding of the organization's design, structure, and identity verification system. Once, when Curry was trapped in an elevator due to a software error, G.net even guided him over the phone to manually fix the system. Therefore, despite never witnessing him invent anything, Curry had no doubt that he possessed such abilities.

These three individuals were the most suspicious people the team had collectively identified; if the previous reasoning was correct, then the Corpse Whisperer should be among these three. As for the team itself, although at least two or three others fit the criteria, Curry ignored them. Why suspect his superiors but not his subordinates? Curry had his reasons, and that was "trust." Trust is built on understanding; because he understood his colleagues who had shared life and death with him, he could trust them—this was true friendship forged in adversity. Therefore, although Curry noticed Annie's unusual expression after presenting the list, he didn't pay much attention. He told everyone, "Let's go home and get some rest tonight, relax completely. Starting tomorrow, we need to be alert and prepare to truly face the Corpse Whisperer!"

Walking home, Curry watched Little B walk with light steps, and a feeling of affection and worry welled up inside him. Perhaps yesterday it was a carefree pet living in its own world, but today it had to grow up immediately and accept its role as a guardian against evil. No matter how heavy the task of defeating the Corpse Whisperer might be, it had to bravely shoulder it, because this was its destiny.

10. Code name "SnowWhite"

Just as they reached the top of the stairs, Little B suddenly stopped and refused to go any further. Only then did Curry notice that someone was sitting on the dark staircase. Without thinking, he used a "Whirlwind Spinning Kick"—a move he'd learned from cartoons, essentially a medium-height sweeping kick. However, the opponent reacted incredibly quickly, somersaulting backward to dodge the attack.

"You didn't even look before kicking! If I were as reckless as you, your leg would be broken by now." It was Randall. As he spoke, the motion-activated lights in the hallway turned on. He wasn't exaggerating; in terms of martial arts, how many people could beat someone who had practiced real martial arts since childhood?

Randall, the master of ancient martial arts? Curry still vividly remembered an incident where a group of thugs, some with Muay Thai training, robbed younger students at the school gate, demanding money. Randall intervened, but the poor boy, mistaking Randall for a skinny, ordinary kid, arrogantly threw a punch at Randall's face. Just before the fist struck, Randall stepped back, grabbed the boy's arm, and delivered two powerful kicks—one to the elbow, the other to the chest. Caught off guard, the boy fell to the ground. When he got up, he discovered his arm was broken. Randall, meanwhile, stood there taunting, "Didn't eat breakfast today, too weak to break ribs." Even now, Curry felt a surge of satisfaction when he recalled the terrified looks in the boy's eyes and his hapless escape.

"Is this Little B?" Randall crouched down and affectionately stroked Little B's forehead. Although Little B didn't shrink behind its owner like a puppy, it was clear it was slightly frightened and uneasy. A black figure darted out from behind Randall—it was Ace. It stepped forward and sniffed Little B amicably, but Little B just stood there, bewildered. "You must not have broken Little B's seal yet, otherwise why wouldn't it recognize Ace?" Randall sighed.

"Ah...yes. A lot has happened these past few days, I haven't had a chance to..." Curry replied awkwardly.

“That’s not important… Do you know why I came back?” Randall asked.

"How should I know! You've always been elusive."

“Let’s go inside and talk,” Randall smiled mysteriously. “You can’t keep your childhood friend standing outside all the time, can you?”

Curry hurriedly opened the door and laughed, "Isn't it a bit much? When we were kids, you might as well say we were betrothed before we were even born!"

"If you really had a childhood betrothal, would things be like this now? Let me do the math... you're 29 this year, right? I haven't even been to your wedding yet!" Randall chuckled mischievously, his words dripping with sarcasm.

Curry quickly retorted, "And what about you? Didn't you say last time that you were older than me?"

Randall pursed his lips and said, "Well, there's nothing I can do about it. I'm older than you, I'm just growing up slower."

"Hmph, there's nothing I can do with you... Who told you to be so different from us ordinary folks?"

Upon entering, Curry rummaged through the refrigerator to see what food he could offer Randall, but then heard Little B calling out from inside. "What? That's just Little B getting excited about the food..." Turning around, he realized he knew Little B very well—a sumptuous dinner was already laid out on the table. Randall waved the gold card in his hand, sitting there smiling at him: "I knew you wouldn't prepare anything, so I prepared all this beforehand and then conjured it into the card. Otherwise, we'd just be staring at each other tonight, and then going hungry."

"They won't all go hungry. I've stocked up on a lot of dog food, canned dog food, and wet food pouches too," Curry said awkwardly.

“Hey, come on over and let’s eat and chat!” Randall called out. “Do you know why I’m here? Because your troubles are bigger than you expected.”

Curry opened a can of beer, took a sip, and almost choked when he heard this: "...No, really?"

When have I ever lied to you?

"But you clearly said that even an A-rank monster hunter couldn't defeat the Evil-Repelling Demon!"

“That’s true, but the problem is how the Corpse Whisperer compares to an A-rank monster prey… You know, yesterday I casually mentioned the Corpse Whisperer, and Dad coldly retorted: ‘You’re really willing to leave your friend in such dire straits? Do you think that just because you have a protective charm, you’re not afraid of anything? The most terrifying thing in the world isn’t evil.’ I couldn’t rest easy after hearing that, so I came back to find you.” Randall’s eyes were truly filled with worry.

"Your dad must know something, right?" Corey asked, stroking his chin. In his mind, Randall's father was the kind of "mastermind" or "last trump card," like a god high above, never smiling or taking action, but whatever he said or did was always earth-shattering.

Randall sighed, confirming Curry's memory: "Don't worry, he won't say anything. He doesn't get involved in these things unless absolutely necessary. He always brushes me off with things like 'children need more training' or 'you're all grown up now, you can handle things on your own,' and I can't really argue with that! I guess I'll just have to rely on myself."

"Perhaps this is your father's good intention? He deliberately puts you in a dangerous situation in order to stimulate your potential."

"Pshaw, come on! This kind of good intentions can kill people!" Randall said dismissively, but inwardly he agreed.

Seeing that Randall was being insincere, Curry laughed and said, "Hey, never forget that curiosity killed the man!"

"Hmph, there are many ways for people to die! As the saying goes, 'all roads lead to the underworld,' and you can easily end up there without even realizing it." Randall himself chuckled as he said this.

“You’re so irresponsible!” Corey laughed.

“That’s called ‘unfair’! That’s what everyone’s been saying on our forum lately,” Randall said playfully, revealing his penchant for forums. But no matter how much Curry pressed him to say which forum it was, he wouldn’t say.

"Forget it, I won't ask anymore. If you keep acting so irresponsibly... well, unkindly, we'll never be able to defeat the Corpse Whisperer." Curry finally gave up and began to recount his side's findings.

After listening to Curry's account with his big, bright eyes, Randall remained silent for a long time.

"What do you think? Who do you think is more like the Corpse Whisperer?" Curry asked with concern.

"I don't know!" Randall gave Curry a very faint answer.

“I’m furious, please! Were you even listening?” Curry exclaimed.

“I really don’t know! We’ll have to investigate to find out.” Randall scratched his head and said, “But I might have been a little distracted just now. Fortunately, I’ve finally figured out the hint my dad gave me before I left.”

"You gave me a hint?! Why didn't you say so sooner!" Curry perked up.

"I've never figured it out, and you're so dense, if I can't figure it out, you'll be even less able to!"

"Who said that? Maybe I'll be smarter than you this once!"

“Not necessarily!” Randall chuckled. “I’ll tell you what I’m thinking, and you can guess what I’m thinking.”

"OK!"

“I asked my dad what the Corpse Whisperer was; he countered with, ‘You really haven’t heard of it?’ I replied that I’d never heard of anything like it except for ‘The Corpse Whisperer’s Story.’ He smiled without saying a word and asked if I knew Snow White. I said, ‘Of course I know!’ He said, ‘Are you sure you really know?’ I said irritably, ‘If I don’t even know Snow White, then I’ve lived in vain.’ He snorted and told me, ‘If you really know Snow White, then you’ll know what the Corpse Whisperer is.’ Did you understand?”

"What is all this? It's not even a riddle, it's more obscure than a monk's verse!" Curry was completely bewildered. He grinned and said, "How can Snow White be related to the Corpse Whisperer?" Yes, one is the epitome of truth, goodness, and beauty, pure and flawless, the most beautiful woman in the world; the other is a mysterious figure who controls corpses with corpse language. Although it's unknown whether he's even alive, just hearing his name gives off a sinister and terrifying feeling, sending chills down your spine. What connection could there be between them?

Randall laughed and said, "I told you you were stupid, didn't I? This is a very important hint, and now we might be getting somewhere."