Ghost Stories - Chapter 39
In such a critical situation, he didn't care about his appearance anymore. Gu Feng let go of his body and fell down. Using the momentum, he kicked the ice man who knew how to wait for his prey and sent him flying to the opposite corner of the wall.
Of course, this lose-lose approach also caused him considerable pain.
Watching him scramble to his feet, rubbing his bottom like a clumsy bear, Shixin couldn't help but cover her mouth and chuckle.
Looking at the bare walls of the ten-square-meter space, Gu Feng thought to himself, "If I stay in this godforsaken place for even a few more minutes, I'll turn into an ice statue."
Seeing Ah Mao rubbing his hands and squatting by the door, he sighed to himself that if he had that much fat, he might have been able to hold on a little longer.
The three of them suddenly froze, even the ice man struggling on the ground stopped his aimless movements and came to a halt.
Apart from low, rapid breathing, there was no other sound in the small space!
They simultaneously realized...
There was a person standing outside the door!
A person who, even through such a thick iron gate, still made them feel a strong aura of death!
They stared at each other in silence, their faces seemingly bearing the same question: Who are those people outside?
A living person?
dead?
A good person?
Bad guy?
people?
magic?
ghost?
god?
Who is it?
Gu Yuehan, June 18, 11:23 AM
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Volume 3, Chapter 63: So Complicated
They huddled behind the iron gate, staring at the thick, cold door that was tightly shut as if facing a formidable enemy.
Silence... silence...
All sound fell silent. They stood frozen, their nerves taut, holding their breath, as if the slightest disturbance would allow them to seize the initiative with lightning speed…
"Crunch~~" Someone turned the handle!
Gu Feng gestured for everyone to step back a little, estimating a sufficient distance to hit and knock down the enemy the instant the door opened!
They began a long wait. The "person" outside the door seemed to realize that they had been discovered. After that sound, he made no further moves, and in the chilling space, it was as if he had never been there.
Continuing like this would undoubtedly be extremely disadvantageous for Gu Feng and his group. The icy cold air had already caused a thin layer of white frost to form on their heads, and they could no longer sense that aura; instead, they felt a chill.
Are we really going to freeze to death here?
They lowered their guard, and Gu Feng started fiddling with the iron gate again. At this moment, no one said anything; their hopes were all pinned on Gu Feng.
Another minute passed, and suddenly Gu Feng's mind lit up. He clapped his hands and shouted, "How could I be so stupid? I didn't even think of something so simple!"
"What are you thinking about?" Shixin asked.
Gu Feng walked over to the "ice men" on the ground who hadn't moved since sensing someone outside, and said, "They are the cafeteria workers. If there is a key, it should be on them."
Shi Xin saw that the people on the ground had closed their eyes and were not moving at all, but she suddenly felt uneasy and reminded them, "Be careful."
Ancient style: "Relax!"
After a while, Gu Feng stood up with a bunch of keys he had taken from the head chef. He took them to the door and tried them one by one: "I wonder which one it is. The head chef is really something. He has four or five times more keys than the average person."
After about the sixteenth try, with a "click", it started spinning...!
Ah Mao almost jumped up when she saw this, and she yanked open the iron gate and ran out...
Their joy was beyond words, but as they left, a strange thought arose in their minds: don't look back...
It felt so strange that they wanted to leave without even closing the door!
There's also that feeling of not daring to turn around in the ancient style. The chilly back door seems to be warning him of some unspeakable and terrifying scene behind him, and he must not turn around to look!
But his courage was no joke. Even if he now believed in ghosts, so what? Weren't those "ice men" easier to deal with than ordinary people? Besides, his power had grown to a level he himself didn't even know existed!
So, after taking twenty-nine steps through the iron gate, he turned back, turning back to investigate...
Strangely... he didn't see anything?
Yes, he saw nothing except the wide-open iron door of the cold storage room. Everything was gone, completely empty... In other words, those ice figures also disappeared within his twenty-nine steps.
Gu Feng stood there, incredulously.
How can this be explained? Twenty-nine steps, ten seconds or so, so many stiff, frozen corpses, how did they disappear? And... Gu Feng suddenly thought of a question: since the key was on the head chef, why didn't they open the door and go out, instead letting them freeze to death inside?
Who was that person who exuded such a terrifying aura of death just now?
Gu Feng can be very certain about all of this: it is by no means the end, but only the beginning!
Gu Feng thought of Chu Yun'er inside his body and hurriedly asked her questions, but... just like last time, she disappeared again? It seems she's working very hard to "develop" herself as quickly as possible!
With a sigh, Gu Feng dejectedly caught up with the two people in front of him.
...
Ah, the autumn sunshine is so wonderful! It can drive away the cold without being too hot. The three of them lay side by side on the lush green grass in front of the Taoist temple, enjoying this rare moment of comfort.
Ah Mao shook off the melting water droplets from his clothes: "If I had been stuck for a few more minutes, I'm afraid I wouldn't have seen the sun today."
Shih-hsin: "That iron gate is so thick and heavy, how could it close automatically if no force was applied?"
Ah Mao: "Why is there nothing left in the cold storage? Why did those chefs freeze to death in there? Did they eat everything before they died? That's impossible, all the vegetables and meat in the cold storage were raw, only a ghost would eat that!"
Then he added, "I almost forgot, they really are ghosts!"
Looking at the azure sky, Gu Feng composed himself and said meaningfully, "They... really died very strangely!"
...
It's so complicated! Although there are so many questions, unfortunately, they are not qualified to provide any explanation. However, if we were to investigate the truth, it might not be too difficult!
Traditional Chinese style involves using one's hand as a pillow.
I remember when I was little, my mom had a lot of strange and unusual things. Although my dad and I burned some of them that time, she must have kept some secrets. If we could find them, it might help to uncover the mystery and deal with the so-called evil spirits that bring disaster to the world!
Around noon, they appeared at the city funeral home, and an unexpected conflict ensued!
So complicated
Gu Yuehan, June 21, 16:41
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Chapter 64 of Volume 3: Homeless
As soon as Gu Feng entered, he was surprised to find that the funeral home, which should have been quiet and deserted, was actually crowded with people, who were busy moving things around.
He was puzzled: "What's going on here?" He stopped a worker who was carrying chairs inside and asked, "Hey, what are you doing?"
The person seemed puzzled by the question about the traditional style: "What are you doing? Moving things inside!"
"Hey, this is my home, what right do you have to move your things in?"
The worker quickly replied, "I don't know. We're just workers. We only heard the employer say that we needed to move things over here."
"Who is your employer? Where are they now?"
The worker pointed to the residential building behind where Gu Feng's family used to live: "Look, I just saw him go into that building."
"Damn it, what are these people doing? Whose territory is this?" Gu Feng was already annoyed by these strange things, and now this group's commotion only added fuel to the fire, making him even more furious.
As he spoke, he led the way into the house.
Without thinking twice, Gu Feng immediately started yelling at the bespectacled, seemingly refined middle-aged man as soon as he entered the door: "Hey, sir, what are you doing here? This is my home, you can't mess around here."
The person was on the phone and gestured for Gu Feng to wait a moment.
Gu Feng suddenly thought, "What an arrogant attitude."
About a minute and a half later, the man finally hung up the phone, walked easily to Gu Feng with a very formal gait, and politely said, "Are you Mr. Gu Feng?"
Although Gu Feng was already twenty-two years old, there were very few people in his social circle who called him "sir." So when this middle-aged man addressed him like that, he felt awkward: "No, no, you can just call me Gu Feng."
"Let me introduce myself. My surname is Zhen, and my given name is Ren..."
Ah Mao interjected, "A real person?"
Shih-hsin: "What a strange name."
Gu Feng said coldly, "Let him finish speaking."
Zhen Ren continued unhurriedly, "He is the new director of the city's funeral home."
Seeing how calmly he faced his angry group, Gu Feng had already guessed most of his identity. After all, the funeral home was a public facility, not his private property. With his father's accident, the city would naturally send someone to fill in immediately.
Gu Feng said forlornly, "Oh, so it's Director Zhen..."
Zhen Ren said, "To be honest, I don't really care about this position of director of a small funeral home. However, after listening to what Director Zhao of the Cultural Bureau said, I have become quite interested."
Gu Feng was surprised: "Oh? What did Uncle Zhao say to you?"
Zhen Ren: "Your mother's accident!"
Gu Feng frowned: "You mean...?"
Zhen Ren walked slowly to the window, glanced at the slightly dilapidated building and the busy workers outside, and said, "Don't you think their deaths are strange?"
Gu Feng suddenly felt very uncomfortable. The death of his parents had already caused him great pain, and now this middle-aged man, whom he had no liking for, was bringing up their deaths? He couldn't help but feel impatient: "This is my family matter, no need for Mr. Zhen to bother."
Zhen Ren: "Since I was very young, I've been interested in studying paranormal things because of my parents' professions. If I'm not mistaken... your mother and the others died because..."
Gu Feng shouted angrily, "Enough!"
Zhen Ren was startled and awkwardly pushed up his glasses: "Sorry!"
Gu Feng: "I have no objection to you taking over the funeral home, but if you dare to interfere in our family's affairs, I believe you will definitely regret it."