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Liang Xi and Hu Xiaoyi were also persecuted by Punk Senior, but they dared not cause trouble easily, so they stayed at school. Moreover, Liang Xi had a large chunk of flesh bitten off his arm and indeed needed to rest well. When Second Uncle, Azan Kunsha, and I arrived at Punk Senior's villa, we saw his car parked at the entrance. It seemed we had come at just the right time!
Second Uncle was a very straightforward person; he ran over and kicked the door. Who would have thought that the door was only ajar? Second Uncle lost his balance and nearly fell to the ground. He cursed as he pushed the door open and shouted for that little bastard to come out!
From the second floor of the villa, there was a whimpering sound, as if someone was crying. I frowned, feeling a bit uneasy, as if something bad had happened. Azan Kunsha also frowned because he sensed a dark aura in this place. Second Uncle looked around and found a baseball bat behind the door, which he took with him before heading upstairs.
The whimpering sound came from the bedroom, a room I had entered before, which belonged to Qin Senior Sister and was filled with nightmares.
The bedroom door was also ajar. Second Uncle used the baseball bat to push it open, and the three of us immediately saw a person lying on the bed, trembling uncontrollably. Azan Kunsha pulled Second Uncle back and said a few words in Thai. Second Uncle raised his eyebrows and told me to step back because Azan Kunsha mentioned that there was a strong residual aura of Voodoo here.
Then, Azan Kunsha stepped forward, and when he saw the person on the bed clearly, he paused slightly. Seeing his expression, Second Uncle and I followed suit, and we all froze in shock.
The person lying on the bed was Punk Senior, but his current appearance was worlds apart from before. His eyes, mouth, and ears were all bleeding, completely staining the sheets red. On the bedside table lay a bloodied blade, two eyeballs, two ears, and a tongue arranged in the shape of a human face. It was very symmetrical and neat; I stared in disbelief.
Who did this?
Even police officers who frequently deal with homicide cases might rarely encounter such a situation where someone's eyes, ears, and tongue are cut off and arranged like this; it tests the psychological endurance of a murderer to an extreme degree—most people would not be able to do this.
Azan Kunsha placed his hand on Punk Senior's forehead to feel carefully. After a while, he withdrew his hand and took out a small knife from his pocket, making a cut on Punk Senior's arm. After careful observation, Azan Kunsha pondered seriously before announcing the result in Thai. Second Uncle listened with a grave expression and said to me: "This person has been afflicted by a very rare type of Voodoo, called Flower Curse."
Second Uncle explained that Flower Curse is made from certain special plants combined with specific incantations. When used, it cannot be applied from afar; it must be ingested or injected into the body of the victim. This type of Voodoo is not difficult to perform; what is challenging is obtaining the rare materials. Therefore, whether in the Malay Peninsula or Indochina, practitioners known as Sorcerers seldom use it.
Those afflicted by the Flower Curse will have their skin develop countless fibers like a plant, resulting in a loss of mobility. In simple terms, it is similar to a vegetative state, with the only difference being that the person's consciousness remains clear. As for why Punk Senior can emit moaning sounds, according to Azan Kunsha, the Flower Curse may not have had sufficient effect; perhaps this is why the other party wanted to remove Punk Senior's organs.
I felt a chill run down my spine. Is there really such a bizarre curse in the world? If one were to be afflicted, wouldn't they be at the mercy of others?
Second Uncle frowned tightly, pondering who was behind this. Was it someone Punk Senior had offended in the past? Or was it that Hong Kong Sorcerer?
If it was the former, it could only be considered a coincidence. However, if it was the latter, it would be too perplexing. For a Sorcerer, employers are like gods and generally should not offend them too much, let alone subject them to such cruel torment. That said, the Flower Curse typically requires some prior acquaintance between the caster and the victim; otherwise, no one would consume something offered by a stranger.
From this perspective, the Hong Kong Sorcerer is indeed suspicious since he was familiar with Punk Senior and had ample opportunity to tamper with his food. But still, that raises the question: why would he do such a thing?
Turning an employer into this state would undoubtedly damage a Sorcerer's reputation significantly. Therefore, they usually strike hard without leaving any chance of survival.
Second Uncle couldn't make sense of it, and neither could I. Seeing Punk Senior in this condition left me somewhat dazed. I had originally intended to confront him about his actions, but now he was worse off than any of us. Even if we found an Expert to save him, he would be completely incapacitated afterward. Second Uncle promptly reported to the police. After their investigation and reviewing community surveillance footage, they ruled out our involvement. Of course, this also had to do with that Deputy Director's influence. If it were anyone else, they might not have cleared themselves so quickly.
After leaving the villa with us, Second Uncle called his counterpart in Hong Kong to ask him to locate that Sorcerer. A Sorcerer who dares to harm an employer without reason is like a ticking time bomb in Second Uncle's eyes; he would not allow such a person to exist around me.
Second Uncle and I haven't interacted much; I've hardly seen him growing up. From our last trip to Thailand, it seemed that this uncle who has long been stationed in Hong Kong, Macau, and Taiwan wasn't particularly fond of me. However, based on our blood relation, he agreed to do his best, but whether he could find that person depended on luck. After all, we provided very little information—only a rough description of appearance and build. Nevertheless, there are very few Sorcerers in Hong Kong who understand the Flower Curse, which could help narrow down the search.
To our disappointment, after examining the blade used in the attack, the police found that the murderer was very cautious and left no fingerprints or other clues behind. Finding a suspect would undoubtedly be like searching for a needle in a haystack.
Upon returning to school, Second Uncle instructed me to carry the White Olive Amulet at all times because this Amulet can resist most forms of Voodoo; as long as I wear it close to my body, it's nearly impossible for me to be cursed. This likely explains why Punk Senior only targeted those around me without using such methods against me directly. I wanted to help Liang Xi and Hu Xiaoyi get their own Amulets as well, but Second Uncle firmly refused on this matter. He said we could discuss Amulets again once I paid back that ten thousand Reward.
I didn't tell anyone about Punk Senior's incident; most people believed that this scoundrel finally couldn't stand the school's overwhelmingly positive atmosphere and chose to leave voluntarily. This was seen as something worth celebrating and everyone praised it. Only I and a few senior school officials knew that he had been rendered incapacitated through ruthless means by someone else.
I do not sympathize with Punk Senior; people act, and heaven observes. Someone like him will eventually face retribution; it's just a matter of time.
In this world, there has never been a good person who lives long, while evil lingers for a thousand years. Perhaps that bad person has enough luck to commit wrongdoings and still live freely. However, their sins will accumulate and be passed down to the next generation, continuing for generations. One day, people will suddenly discover that the once high-and-mighty villain has experienced a major upheaval at home, becoming more miserable than ordinary people.
Life is not merely about living a lifetime because we have reincarnation. Like a birthmark, some actions leave traces that can never be erased.
After Liang Xi recovered, Hu Xiaoyi also moved back to the dormitory. In the eyes of some, the two of them finally became a couple. Some well-meaning individuals even asked me how it felt to be a third wheel. This situation was as inexplicable as when Second Uncle carried me out of the dorm building; the more I explained, the worse it got.
Two weeks later, Qin Senior Sister returned as well. Her mental state had completely recovered; she was radiant, but her previously deranged image had become a stain on her life. However, Qin Senior Sister was quite open-minded about it; she decided to let the past drift away with the wind. Since people's mouths are on their own faces, there's really no way to control them; just let them talk.
She brought Zheng Xuejie along with a bunch of good friends to thank me. Being surrounded by a group of beautiful Senior Sisters was one of the happiest moments in life. The only thing that frustrated me was that Hu Xiaoyi was more popular than anyone else. The Senior Sisters routinely expressed their gratitude to me before gathering around Hu Xiaoyi chattering away.
Liang Xi patted my shoulder and comforted me, saying, "Forget it; he’s good-looking; there's nothing we can do."
I was furious and replied, "Get lost!"
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