Todesanzeige 2 Schicksal

Kapitel 18

"Hehe, junior brother, do you think this human skin might be an artificial face mask? Maybe it's one of those face masks that women use these days?"

Zheng Qi's mind went blank for a moment, and two words flashed clearly before his eyes: "Ashamed!"

Zheng Qi took the human face out of the ancient wooden box and examined it closely. After a while, he said to Mo Han,

"Judging from the skin of this human face, the skin tissue is dense, the texture is soft and moist, and the skin thickness is moderate. It should have been peeled off from the face of someone who had recently died. It is not some artificial fake skin or a face mask that women use!"

After listening to Zheng Qi's explanation, Mo Han playfully made a face. For a moment, the two sat on the sofa in silence.

After a long pause, Zheng Qi tilted his head and gently tapped his temple with his index finger as he asked Mo Han,

"Senior brother, in your opinion, do you think Luo Min is a vessel for a vengeful spirit?"

"Well, from what you've said, it seems that these people's deaths are all superficially related to her, but no one has any evidence to prove that their sudden deaths were caused by her transforming into a monster. Relatively speaking, she's just a bit too strange in her words and actions, which are different from ordinary people."

Mo Han lowered his head and pondered for a moment before continuing slowly,

"Therefore, I cannot yet determine whether she is the vessel of that vengeful spirit. Generally speaking, vengeful spirits exist for a specific purpose. Their consciousness can arise from the moment they are formed. The formation of a vengeful spirit can be due to the condensation of the resentment of numerous vengeful souls, or it can be due to someone committing suicide with intense resentment, causing their resentment, along with their original resentful consciousness, to quickly condense into a vengeful spirit at that moment. In this case, the resentment of such a vengeful spirit is much stronger, more ferocious, and more terrifying. Because it is born with the resentment of its original self, and this resentful consciousness is brought about by its own original self, the consciousness of the vengeful spirit formed from the condensation of the resentment of numerous vengeful souls is, in comparison, much more powerful and intense."

"Senior brother, so you mean that the resentment and consciousness brought about by the original body that died by suicide gradually became the commander of the resentment that would condense later, so the resentment that condensed in the end became more and more powerful and ferocious?"

Mo Han nodded, looking straight ahead as he continued speaking.

"Yes. A vengeful spirit formed from the resentment of numerous vengeful souls is actually just a pile of loose sand, because its consciousness is always controlled by an external force of thought. On the other hand, a vengeful spirit created by the Primitive One itself has its own resentful consciousness, and can absorb and transform new resentment as it is replenished, making it a part of its own Primitive One's resentful consciousness. Therefore, its power is always much greater than that of a vengeful spirit formed from the resentment of numerous vengeful souls!"

"So, does this vengeful spirit belong to the former or the latter category?"

"I can't figure this out yet, because I haven't had any direct contact with it. However, the fact that this old wooden box was found in the director's office at least suggests that the director is highly suspicious. As for whether he's the vessel for that vengeful spirit, that awaits further investigation. By the way, it seems that Wang Hai and Shi Feng both died at the newspaper office and were eventually moved to that trash can, which indicates that the vengeful spirit didn't want anyone to know that it was hiding in the newspaper office. But..."

At this point, Mo Han seemed to realize that there was one question she couldn't figure out.

"But what? Tell me!" Zheng Qi pressed.

"But why did Chen Gang suddenly die in his seat? Why wasn't his body moved to the trash can? Could it be that two different vengeful spirits killed the three of them? Or was he not killed by vengeful spirits, but actually died suddenly from some kind of natural accident?"

Zheng Qi didn't answer; it was indeed a very questionable question. Then, the two of them lit a cigarette and slowly smoked, neither speaking, each deep in thought.

"Now that we've brought this ancient wooden box, that vengeful spirit must be very anxious. I think tonight, we should take the initiative and confront it!"

Zheng Qi pondered for a while before snapping out of his own thoughts.

Mo Han gently shook her head and said:

"Why don't we wait for it to come to us like a rabbit running into a tree stump, and then catch it like a turtle in a jar?"

"To attack where they are unprepared and to strike unexpectedly is the essence of military victory. I think that in the short term, upon discovering that the ancient wooden box is missing, it will be anxious and unable to come up with any good countermeasures. It will definitely stay where it is and ponder its options. Therefore, we will launch a surprise attack and strike first!"

Mo Han pondered for a moment and then said.

"Alright, then tonight we'll march straight in and wipe them all out in one fell swoop!"

At midnight, the streets and alleys were silent. The moonlight was dim, and a thin layer of clouds gently veiled the night sky.

The entire office building stood silently under the dark night sky. Zheng Qi and Mo Han quietly arrived at the newspaper office with the ancient wooden box.

The newspaper office was quiet, with the pale moonlight casting a dim glow on everything inside.

Zheng Qi suggested taking the secret passage near the trash can at the entrance of Lion Alley directly into the director's office, hoping to find some clues about the vengeful spirit there. However, Mo Han resolutely declared that he would never go back to that awful place to smell the stench, even if it killed him.

It's not Mo Han's fault. Just thinking about those messy, stinking garbage bags roaming around his feet, emitting a foul stench, makes it impossible for Mo Han to endure such torment a second time.

Finally, Mo Han embellished the story, telling Zheng Qi that entering the two small silver doors would consume a lot of his power, and he feared he wouldn't be able to help his junior brother fight the fierce vengeful spirit. Zheng Qi smiled and didn't insist on his opinion. Although he knew Mo Han's words were somewhat exaggerated, he didn't want to cause any more trouble, so in the end, the two entered the director's office through the main entrance of the newspaper office.

Zheng Qi and Mo Han quietly slipped into the director's office. Standing back-to-back, they moved slowly in circles, holding their breath and nervously scanning their surroundings. In the dim moonlight, they could vaguely make out everything in the room. It was exactly the same as what Mo Han had seen a few days ago; nothing had changed.

Suddenly, everything in the room went dark, and the moonlight outside the window seemed to have hidden behind thick clouds. The surroundings were eerily quiet, and a cold wind gently blew around them, instantly sending a chill through Zheng Qi and Mo Han's entire bodies.

"You've come!" A low, hoarse, eerie voice, accompanied by an old man's labored breathing, echoed above them.

Zheng Qi lowered his voice and whispered to Mo Han:

"Watch out! It's coming!"

Mo Han glanced around and at the sky, then nodded unconsciously.

A chilling gust of wind suddenly swept towards Zheng Qi and Mo Han, who quickly moved closer together to shield each other from the wind. Finally, as the wind subsided, they were suddenly enveloped in a cold, eerie green light. Looking up, they saw Director Wang sitting at his desk, staring intently at them.

The pale, sallow face of Director Wang, bathed in the chilling green light, appeared exceptionally grim and eerie. His two dark pupils suddenly turned blood red, a fierce and sinister glint flashing within their fiery gaze. His eyes slowly focused, and from those blood-red focal points shone a chilling malice reminiscent of a savage beast from primitive times. A sharp, hooked nose protruded abruptly from his chiseled, bark-like face. His entire face resembled that of a corpse just crawled out of a grave. His thin lips moved slightly, then emitted a few cold, choked laughs from the depths of his throat: "Heh heh."

Zheng Qi and Mo Han immediately got goosebumps, and couldn't help but feel a chill down their spines at the scene.

"Quickly hand me that old wooden box!"

Director Wang stared intently at the ancient wooden box in Mo Han's arms with an almost hateful gaze, and spoke to them in a sinister and domineering tone.

Mo Han hugged the ancient wooden box in her arms even tighter, looking at Director Wang with a contemptuous and disdainful gaze full of provocation.

At this moment, Zheng Qi and Mo Han were no longer standing back to back with each other.

Zheng Qi stepped in front of Mo Han, shielding Mo Han and the box in his arms behind him.

"Hmph, I think you two are tired of living! You think you can go against me? You're really overestimating yourselves!"

A cold, sinister tone came from Director Wang's mouth. In an instant, as soon as he finished speaking, one of Director Wang's withered hands, which had been hanging by the table, suddenly rose, emitting a flash of white light. Then, a black shadow, as fast as lightning, swept past Zheng Qi and Mo Han, and in the blink of an eye, the box in Mo Han's arms flew out. In just a few seconds, the withered hand firmly grasped the ancient wooden box.

When Zheng Qi and Mo Han came to their senses, they couldn't help but gasp and shiver slightly.

It seems this demon is no ordinary being!

"Ha ha……"

As Director Wang stroking the ancient wooden box with a smug laugh, a cunning and sinister glint flashed in his eyes, like an incomparably sharp sword about to pierce the box.

Mo Han wanted to rush forward to retrieve the wooden box, but Zheng Qi silently blocked him with his body and gently shook his head.

With a cunning smile on his face, Director Wang gently lifted the lid of the wooden box with his hand.

The lid slowly opened, but the inside was empty.

Suddenly, Director Wang's chiseled face, almost like a dead zombie, contorted with rage and turned ferocious and malevolent. His eyes flashed with a cold, ruthless glint as he stared directly at Zheng Qi and his companions.

"How dare you lie to me? Hand over that human-faced mask right now!"

A low, hoarse scream echoed once again in the small director's office. The sound carried a wild and frenzied quality, like that of a beast.

Zheng Qi stared at him coldly, his face filled with disdain and indifference. He moved his lips slightly and slowly uttered two words.