Chapter 18: Corpse Qi

Tu Lanxun frowned and looked over. Wasn't Tang Weining and Xiaobao pregnant with a child? They hadn't aborted the baby yet. How come there was another son?

And the little boy's ears and head shape are exactly the same as his.

Thinking of this, she logged into her chat software on her computer and quickly sent herself a message: Does Tang Weining have any brothers or sisters?

Almost as soon as the message was sent, the computer ghost replied: Yes, there is a twin brother, his name should be Tang Pengan.

Two screenshots are attached. One is Tang Weining's chat contact, with the note Peng'an. There is only one phone call record between the two; the other is Tang Peng'an's circle of friends. The background is a photo of a family of three. The little boy in the middle is the young version of the one mentioned above, but without the scar on his face.

Tang Penganju put his arm around the boy's shoulder with his left arm. He had a pale, thin, and long face that looked just like Tang Weining's, and he was smiling gently. The person on the right was probably the boy's mother. She had a decent appearance, with low brows and a pleasant look.

I also shared two posts from the official account of Lucheng Second Hospital in my circle of friends, as if they were work tasks.

I didn’t expect that brothers Tang Weining and Tang Pengan are both so remarkable. One is a university teacher and the other works in a hospital. Their social status is very stable.

Who would have thought that Tang Weining would use his wife's account to make a fortune after her death? The room where he weeps in the video is much more luxuriously decorated than his brother's house. Tu Lanxun pouts, hoping Tang Pengan can be a normal, honest person.

Thinking of this, her fingers stiffened slightly. That wasn't right. Bai Chao was the top blogger on the platform. Tang Weining didn't post the article after her death. Bai Chao's family was very rich when he was alive, but the actual control of the money belonged to Bai Chao himself.

Things changed after Bai Chao's death. Everything belonged to Tang Weining.

Tu Lanxun took a sip of black coffee, the bitter liquid rolling from the tip of her tongue into her stomach, without even a frown. The salesperson she had arranged arrived as scheduled, and the two of them—actually three, with the addition of N, who was silent, neither eating nor drinking—had a pleasant conversation.

Salesman Li didn't expect Tu Lanxun to be so professional. He showed that he was an expert in just a few words, and didn't look like a young online shop owner. He was quite surprised to meet a worthy match and finally gave him good channel benefits.

"Ms. Lan, which university did you graduate from? It's a waste of your talent to open an online store. Our department is still short of people..." Salesman Li called Tu Lanxun by her pseudonym, and he was thinking, if he knew that she had been observing and learning the operation of the Tu Group's big machine, he would spit coffee at his mouth.

It's both scary and funny.

Tu Lanxun quickly signed the order. When he made a joke, giving her a way out, Salesperson Li was even happier. He opened his phone and addressed her differently. "Sister, I see the online store you registered is also a physical store. We have a warehouse and logistics. Just tell me your location. If you want us to deliver to your door, we'll give you an internal discount."

He regarded her as someone who had the backing of a big store, and wanted to find a new source of goods locally, so he launched a small boat to test the waters first.

Otherwise, online warehouse logistics, local supermarket supply and terminal outlet retail are three different things. She belongs to the last one, which is theoretically not directly managed by their company. How could she use their logistics?

"That's great." Tu Lanxun agreed immediately, "Leave me the distribution department's phone number."

"Professional, you are extraordinary!" Salesman Li gave a thumbs up.

She actually doesn't care whether the logistics man dares to come to this damn place called the development zone, she just wants to negotiate the price. The convenience store is small now, but there is potential for making the store bigger in the future, and she has always been optimistic about herself.

Salesman Li paid the bill and left. Tu Lanxun didn't expect things to be done so quickly. He drank the remaining black coffee in one gulp and felt happy for a while, then remembered that N next to him hadn't said anything.

Is he unhappy because he was not allowed to eat?

This cannot be blamed on her. He insisted on hiding his body and no one could see him. How could it be that she was talking business with the salesperson while the food and drink on the plate next to her disappeared out of thin air?

Tu Lanxun took the initiative to show his friendliness, "Hey, I think the tiramisu in this shop is pretty good, would you like to have some?"

"No need." N smiled coldly. His smile was even colder than when he wasn't smiling, but it was still very nice. "You should worry about the Tang family."

The Tang family? She reacted, "What did you see?"

Just now, N's eyes were fixed on the outside of the store as he followed the Tang family's car. But as soon as the salesperson pushed the door open, he regained his indifferent expression. Only when Tu Lanxun was negotiating and trying to lower the price did he reveal an expression that was between "the child is teachable" and "still a little green".

"The man who took the boy away had a corpse aura on him."

Tu Lanxun didn't follow. "Dampness?" He suddenly realized, "You mean the corpse."

She felt that it was not right. Why did Dr. Nightingale, who was a killer with a scalpel, change to traditional Chinese medicine?

He slapped his thigh. Bai Xiaoju's ashes were in the cemetery. How could the Tang family be contaminated by the smell of a corpse? Of course it must be Bai Chao's.

Everything made sense. It was very likely that Bai Chao was killed by the Tang family, so the human energy on the gold bracelet that he used to wear and buried with his daughter turned into death energy, and Tang, who had come into contact with the corpse, was also contaminated with corpse energy.

"Corpse qi is corpse qi, and death qi is death qi. Aren't they the same thing?" Tu Lanxun said the tongue twister.

"They're different. Corpse Qi is acquired through repeated, deep, or prolonged contact with a corpse; Death Qi is acquired through being followed by a ghost or being haunted by the resentful thoughts of the deceased. That Tang family member only has Corpse Qi, not Death Qi."

To be rigorous, the people who just took the boy away were called the Tang family, but Tu Lanxun had a hunch that the person who appeared near Lu Agricultural University should be Tang Weining.

Tang Weining had come into contact with Bai Chao's body.

But Bai Chao's ghost did not haunt Tang Weining.

"What does it mean to be haunted by resentment? Aren't they related to being haunted by ghosts? Ghosts haunt people because of resentment." Tu Lanxun started to get serious.

N squinted at her. "If ghosts are poisonous snakes, and resentment is the venom, then being haunted by a ghost is literally like being followed by a spirit. There are many possibilities for being haunted by resentment. It could be disturbing something the deceased was obsessed with, stumbling upon the scene of their death, disturbing their grave... Even strangers can be haunted by resentment if they trigger the medium."

"On the other hand, even if it's the deceased's mortal enemy, if they're careful not to trigger the medium, they might not be found by the resentment."

Tu Lanxun drew inferences from one instance, "The obsession objects, death scenes, and tombs you mentioned are the media. Then, may I ask, is there any situation where one could touch Bai Chao's body without causing him to harass him?" She lowered her voice, but there was a new table of guests nearby, so to avoid attracting attention, Tu Lanxun packed a tiramisu and took N back to the car.

N then replied, "There are two possibilities. Either Bai Chao doesn't hate him, but that's highly unlikely. Or, Bai Chao's ghost is far removed from his body, and his soul is being controlled and imprisoned, so touching him won't cause any reaction."

"Wait, you just said that there are three types of contact that will cause you to be contaminated by corpse qi. Multiple and prolonged contact are easy to understand, but what do you mean by depth?"

"The most typical and common one is dismemberment."

Now it was clear. Tu Lanxun cracked his fingers, "Then it's even more impossible for Bai Chao not to hate him."

Without talking about who killed the person, let’s just talk about the corpse aura. Who wouldn’t hate someone who repeatedly and long-term contacts his own corpse but doesn’t call the police, or simply dismembers his own body?

Even Tang Weining tried to whitewash Bai Chao's "disappearance" with clever words in order to profit and gain sympathy, but he abandoned his deceased daughter's lonely grave behind her back. What a hypocrite.

Bai Chao's ghost must be trapped somewhere, and there is nothing he can do about it, so Tang Weining has corpse energy but no ghost energy.

"Now that we're here, let's go to Lunong University." Tu Lanxun took out a small piece of the remaining fragrant butt from the air-conditioning outlet, lit the smoked tiramisu, opened the box and took out the fork, and presented it to N with both hands.

N looked at her indifferently, and in the curling smoke, he took the takeaway box with his hand.

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Tu Lanxun was servile, firstly for Bai Xiaoju, and secondly for her own peace of mind. The more N was willing to be dragged by her to do this barely chivalrous act, the more secure she would feel about being tied to him. At least when it came to issues that did not concern N's own interests, he still had some humanity, didn't he?

So when the two were stopped by the facial recognition access control system on the university campus, N used a little trick to let them pass, which was also a manifestation of good human nature.

Walking on the Lu Agricultural University campus, Tu Lanxun stopped one of the young faces passing by and asked, "Classmate, which way is the Food Engineering Science building?"

After finding out that the School of Food Science was located in the East District Experimental Building, Tu Lanxun followed the clues and first looked around the honor display board at the bottom of the building. Tang Weining's photo was prominently displayed among them. He was an outstanding young teacher who was awarded.

She snorted, turned around and walked into the building. No one stopped her, and she quickly got a clear understanding of the building's structure.

The laboratory building is divided into two sides, A and B, which are only connected on the third floor. Side A is mainly for administration and compulsory course teaching. The dean and teachers' offices are all here, as well as ordinary classrooms with desks and blackboards.

Side B is essentially an experimental building. Half of the building is occupied by various laboratories. The lower floor is where undergraduates take experimental classes, and the upper floor is where graduate students work at their own expense.

Tu Lanxun pulled N up and down and walked around. "Do you feel anything?"

She had to hurry. Every building here belonged to one college, which was a bit disadvantageous for new faces. N pretended to be calm, "Should I feel something?"

He happened to catch up with a group of students who had just finished class, rushing towards the cafeteria with high spirits. After they passed, N looked up at the corner of the corridor ceiling, "There's corpse energy in that direction."

Tu Lanxun took a look and thought that Tang Weining would not hide Bai Chao's body in the school on the B side of the experimental building.

This can't help but give people a very bad association. As the name suggests, the laboratory of the School of Food is for food research. There is even a huge egg yolk mooncake sculpture in front of their building.

"I think I have an idea." She held her stomach. "I just heard a student passing by say that they went to the refrigerator and freezer to help the teacher move things today."

What is the point of secretly storing corpses?

The first is secrecy, and the second is storage. This is no nonsense. Tang Weining must find a place that will not attract attention, but will not rot and emit the stench of corpses or spill rotten soup.

For example, an extra-large refrigerator filled with items of all sizes.

It's normal for the School of Food Science to provide support rooms. The cold room stores the experimental materials and finished products of teachers and students each semester, such as newly developed biscuits or yogurt with a new sterilization method.

If they taste good, they will eventually end up in the stomachs of teachers, students and their friends in various ways.

But in the past, these batches of food products may have a new unknown companion, a human or non-human figure packed in an opaque package.

Bai Chao has been dead for three years.