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"Is that why you want to kill all five of us?" Qian Er clearly couldn't comprehend the nature of such feelings. "You're truly a pervert, a necrophiliac. I think a mental hospital would suit you better! They live the same monotonous life day in and day out for ten years!"
Upon hearing about the mental hospital, I couldn't help but click my tongue. Qian Er was mistaken; life in a mental hospital could actually be quite colorful...
Old Six laughed heartily. "That's right, it was all me. I hadn't planned to act so quickly, but when you all returned and even robbed Master Chu's grave, that was something I couldn't tolerate. So I can't wait twenty years or even ten; I need to act now."
Old Six continued, "That woman named Zhao asked us to find someone for her, but first she wanted the male corpse for a ghost marriage, so she had us snatch it during the ghost marriage ceremony. At that time, I already had a plan in mind. When I intentionally wet myself around eleven o'clock, I could use that as an excuse to leave."
I never expected that Zhao Mingkun wanted them to steal the male corpse from the ghost marriage. I wondered what this corpse meant to Zhao Mingkun.
"Sure enough, that woman told me to go back and change my pants. I knew that after all these years, you never trusted me and would definitely send someone to follow me," Old Six said with some smugness. "Because I was the only one forced onto the boat five years ago, not someone who volunteered."
Qian Er gritted his teeth and replied, "San'er has been with us many times; keeping you around is a disaster. Last time, if we hadn't stopped San'er, he would have killed you long ago. Looking back now, we should have killed you much earlier; otherwise, we wouldn't have ended up in this situation!"
Old Six followed up, "Yes, you should have killed me long ago. San'er is the smartest among you, yet also the dumbest. I had already arranged everything; the corpse in that coffin had been moved elsewhere. You know we excel at stealing corpses from tomb entrances."
"Third Brother called me a pervert on the way; I ignored him," Old Six said excitedly. "I deliberately took a detour to trick him into thinking it was a shortcut. He was completely unguarded and met his end with one swift strike. Why do you all think your knife skills are better than mine? San'er didn't even have a hint of suspicion."
With a swift motion, Old Six drew his dagger across the wall.
He continued, "I used the tomb entrance to place his body into the coffin. At that moment, the bearers arrived just in time. They had no idea that while they were lifting the coffin, I was right beside it."
"When I emerged from the tomb entrance, someone handed me something—a portable speaker that could automatically play music; it emitted eerie ghostly sounds. Although I couldn't see who gave it to me clearly, I knew she was a woman. Chu Mei has returned; Chu Mei wants to help me kill you all."
The female ghost Chu Mei? So that chilling ghostly sound came from the speaker. But if it really was a ghost, why use a speaker? Did ghosts in this world also pursue high technology?
Old Six continued, "While you were at the ghost marriage site, I skinned the previous male corpse with my dagger. You know this is family tradition. I tied the dagger to the male corpse's hand with fishing line and splashed blood from three days prior onto him; in the dark of night, you'd surely think this corpse had just died and assume it was me."
So it turned out that the corpse indeed belonged to Old Six; however, he had disfigured its eyes and mouth to cover his tracks—quite suspicious indeed. From the very beginning, I felt that Old Six couldn't possibly be dead.
If I were him, I wouldn't have placed the dagger in the corpse's hand. Sometimes, doing nothing is the best disguise.
Hidden deep in the forest, great concealment lies within the city.
"Then I drew words on the wall outside that only you would understand," Old Six said with a smile. "This way, you would think that Chu Mei had returned, while I was actually watching your movements from a nearby tree. Sure enough, you decided to leave here. Moreover, it seems you believed that corpse was me."
Wei Changfeng and his group indeed took the corpse for Old Six because they saw the words on the wall. But why were they so certain that Chu Mei had come back? Did Grave Robber really believe in ghosts? If there were ghosts, would they still dare to be Grave Robbers?
Old Six kept sharpening the dagger against the wall. "I know you must be suspicious of each other. Because of what happened before, only our six brothers knew about it; someone must have informed Chu Mei about events from years ago. And naturally, the informant wouldn’t risk their own life, so you believe that among the four who are still alive, there must be a traitor."
At this point, Old Six laughed loudly. "How could you betray our master before? If you could betray him, you can certainly betray each other. None of you trust one another, so the only reason you chose to come to the Tomb is that you want to kill each other inside it. No matter who the mole is, as long as only one of you remains after killing everyone else, that will suffice!"
The events that followed were ones I experienced with Zhao Mingkun.
Qian San was the least scheming among them; perhaps while everyone else harbored murderous intent, Qian San truly believed they were just hiding from police pursuit in the Tomb. They dared not act inside the Tomb Entrance because anyone who did would surely die—no one could escape.
Once everyone reached the burial chamber, they could no longer hold back. In the darkness, someone made a move.
Qian San was the first to fall victim and then dashed towards the stone door, running into another burial chamber and diving into a coffin. Wei Changfeng and Big Egg chased him into this chamber without thinking and ran out through a side stone door. Then, in the darkness, they began to kill each other; neither Big Egg nor Wei Changfeng survived.
Qian Er was the smartest among them; he likely hid in the darkness as soon as he arrived. After everyone else had fled, he began to act. However, he eventually encountered Old Six.
Sometimes, one doesn’t need to kill directly; using others as tools for murder is truly a masterful tactic. None of them trusted each other; even if they sensed something was amiss, they had no idea what others were thinking. Old Six's strategy was ruthless; they had no choice left.
They could only measure others with their worst thoughts because they themselves were the worst.
Wei Changfeng left me a clue when entering the Tomb by sending a distress message, but it was of no use. Everything happened too quickly; life can be so fragile at times—fragile enough that it doesn’t even grant a second’s time.
Only Qian Er and Old Six remained.
Qian Er said, "So you really want me dead? Let me tell you, I'm much better at using a dagger than you are."
Old Six stopped sharpening his knife, the rustling sound abruptly ceasing in the darkness. "Perhaps you are indeed better with a dagger, but do you even have one left? You should know whose dagger Wei Changfeng took in the dark. No one knows these paths better than I do."
"Your brother has one, that corpse has one, Big Egg has one, Wei Changfeng has two—five in total—and I have one in my hand. What dagger do you intend to use?" Old Six laughed heartily. In a daze, I heard footsteps approaching; it seemed Old Six had charged forward.
"Run!" Zhao Mingkun's voice rang out as the flashlight beam illuminated the scene.
I looked over just in time to see one of Old Six's daggers plunged into Qian Er's chest. But astonishingly, Old Six himself had also been stabbed.
"Haha, who do you think you are?" Qian Er spat blood onto Old Six's face. "I am Qian Er, the smartest among you all. I sensed something was off long ago, but there was nothing I could do; those people wouldn’t listen to me. Did you think I only brought one dagger?"
Qian Er grew increasingly agitated, blood gushing from his wound like a fountain. The more excited he became, the faster he seemed to die. But it appeared he no longer cared: "Who can only carry one dagger? You all can… so narrow-minded… People take on apprentices to learn skills; how narrow-minded..."
Qian Er collapsed to the ground, his last words were: "I am the smartest among you; how can I die here..."
Qian Er was dead.
Whether he had realized this was Old Six's scheme or not, he was still dead. Regardless of whether he was the smartest, he was gone.
Old Six sat on the ground, looking quite calm. "It's good that someone knows these things before dying. We six should have died five years ago."
"They deserved to die, but why did you steal those corpses and kill those who performed Ghost Marriage!?" I leaned against Old Six, slowly asking.
Old Six, weak and weary, seemed on the verge of death with just a few steps left to take.
"Who are you? I only killed those who deserved it; those people, I never killed!" Old Six said.
Old Six was on the brink of death. Whether a dying person would lie, I did not know. But I understood that someone like Old Six would likely disdain lying. If those people were not killed by Old Six, then who else could have done it?
"Then what about Chu Mei? How did she end up with your sound system?" I hurriedly asked.
"She was right beside me; what's the problem..." Old Six was already losing his senses, the dagger lodged in his heart.
"You said you only killed those who deserved it, so who killed Chu Mei?" I pressed on.
Old Six had closed his eyes: "Chu Mei, is she dead?"
"You all crushed her to death with a big rock!" I shouted.
"No, after they five raped Chu Mei, they just left. No one killed Chu Mei!" Old Six said in a fragmented manner.
What! My mind felt like it had been struck by a meteor, ringing loudly. No one killed Chu Mei? Chu Mei was still alive? No, that couldn't be right; Chu Mei was definitely dead. Zhao Mingkun wouldn't have made a mistake about that—could it be?
Old Six was teetering on the edge of death.
He murmured, "Master Chu, the only person in this world who understood me. I... I want to find him now. I never cried for anyone else; I only cried for myself. But when Master Chu died, I wanted to cry so badly. I don't know why, but now I want to cry too, yet I can't..."
"I really want a bowl of Fried Sauce Noodles."
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