Chapter 19: Dust rises everywhere, Mary and Manden are both...
Dust billowed everywhere, and Mary and Manden instinctively retreated dozens of meters. They were afraid of the nauseating stench of corpses, and even more afraid of contracting germs.
When the smoke slowly dissipated, Mary sniffed the air like an animal and asked in confusion, "Why is there no stink?"
She removed the handkerchief from her mouth and nose and walked towards the open coffin. Mandon was wondering whether he should give Mary more money, so he didn't follow her immediately.
According to the time calculation, Ms. Tel's body should be in a stage of decay by now, which is extremely ugly. Death can be really cruel sometimes, it can turn a living being into dry bones in a disgusting way.
Manden sighed inwardly, then looked up to find Mary hadn't covered her mouth and nose. The handkerchief protecting her had fallen to the ground, but she was oblivious, staring into the coffin, her concentration giving the scene a curious quality.
He squatted on the ground and picked up the handkerchief that was covered with mud, not bothering to wipe it clean. Manden directly covered Mary's mouth and nose with the cloth: "Mary, you must take protective measures at all times, otherwise it is easy to get sick!"
Mary pinched his jaw with her cool fingers and forced him to lower his head, her voice filled with disbelief: "Manden, look! What's going on? ?"
"What is this?" Manden's eyes widened, a drop of cold sweat sliding down his temples. "This is impossible!"
The figure within still had a faint blush on her face, appearing quite healthy. Her hair was meticulously combed and adorned with an ornate hairpin. These delicate flowers were specially designed, lacking the usual playfulness and instead imbued with a sense of grandeur and dignity, accentuating Lady Terr's beauty and majesty. She was clad in rich silk garments. She didn't look dead, but rather asleep, dreaming a magnificent dream.
This was completely beyond his expectations. Manden almost immediately hugged Mary and retreated: "This is impossible!"
The bizarre scene before him reminded Manden of the vampires in the novel, which was simply terrifying. As a cowboy, he had seen many bizarre things, but he had never encountered such an outrageous situation.
"Calm down, maybe it's the Stand's ability that's causing the problem." Mary patted Manden's arm soothingly and got out of his arms.
She approached the coffin and addressed the corpse earnestly, "Ms. Tel, please forgive our impoliteness. But we must uncover the truth and give you and your friends an explanation." She placed her hand on Tel's neck and said, "There's no warmth or pulse. This isn't fake death."
Mary inserted the silver needle she had just taken from Manden into Ter's fingertip. No blood flowed, leaving only a tiny, barely visible hole. Manden took the needle and examined it carefully. "The needle hasn't changed color, ruling out improper use... It only means Ms. Ter isn't poisoned."
The two of them fell silent again because of this result. Although the fact showed that Ms. Tel was not poisoned, her immortal appearance made people feel incredible.
Things had come to this point, and the two couldn't just close the coffin and leave it at that. Mary ran her fingers along the outside of the coffin, searching for a hidden mechanism. Manden searched Ms. Ter's pockets, making sure they were empty. Then, cautiously, he lifted her up, intending to explore what secrets lay beneath her. There was the sound of papers slipping, and several letters fell from Ms. Ter's sleeves, scattering on the floor.
The white envelopes had begun to turn yellow and brittle, and Mary carefully picked them up. Manden, after making sure that there was nothing in Ms. Terr's coffin except her, carefully put her back in, straightened her messy cuffs and hair, and then closed the coffin.
Having just touched a dead body, even Manden, a man of experience, felt a little uncomfortable. He dragged Mary to the stream to wash her hands. In the moonlight, Mary noticed the man beside her had beautiful hands. His fingers were long, yet they looked quite powerful. The bulging veins on the back of his hand extended down his arm, a truly masculine presence.
The hands were enveloping her own, delicately rubbing the gaps between her fingers. Manden's eyes were gentle and focused. Although he was still single, Mary felt that he would be a good father in the future.
After confirming that Mary's hands were clean, Manden wiped his own hands and opened the envelope. Because there was no time information on the cover, the two of them roughly determined the order in which to read the letters before they began to carefully read the contents.
Ms. Tel:
Please don't think I'm joking or playing a prank! Please don't think I'm joking or playing a prank! Your husband is not a good person. He may pretend to love you very much, but that's all lies!
A few days ago, he suddenly visited my house and, for no apparent reason, demanded I bring out a deadly poison. He didn't even try to hide his intentions, probably thinking someone like me wouldn't get involved in such schemes...
I wanted to refuse him, but I felt he wouldn't give up. Instead of letting him make a deal with someone else, I'd switch the poison for a warming and tonic medicine myself. That way, I could buy you time to save yourself.
But if you don't do anything on time, he will definitely try to kill you. Please divorce your husband as soon as possible! Or get rid of him quietly!
Contributed by an anonymous person
"It seems... Diego really wants to do something harmful." Manden put the first letter away in his pocket. "This is direct evidence."
Mary was even more curious about what would happen to Ms. Terr next, so she began to read the second letter.
Unknown person:
I don't know who you are, but I guessed that you would come to my place quietly to observe the situation, so I wrote a letter and put it in the mailbox outside the house. I believe you will find it.
I don't really care about death, but about becoming so old that I need to rely on others for everything. My soul remains young, but my body is declining. I've had enough of this life. Being killed while I'm still able to move isn't a bad ending. But thank you for the reminder. You're a good person.
I put a thousand dollars in the envelope, hoping you can use this kindness to help more people.
Ms. Tel:
I think I understand what you mean. You are afraid that you will not be able to take care of yourself in the future and will have to lie in bed every day and be taken care of by others, living a life without dignity, right?
Please rest assured, my medical skills are very good and you don't have to worry about this situation at all.
The poison will cause a painful death. Why would you allow your husband to kill himself? Is it just because he's good-looking? Please don't do this!
Contributed by an anonymous person
To the Dear Anonymous Person:
You know my name, but I don't know anything about you. Isn't this a bit unfair?
I chose him as my husband not because I loved him. I just knew that marrying a younger man would cause a social uproar. It would let more people know that outstanding women can just as easily snatch up young and beautiful men as their partners.
Many women have already followed my lead, and I believe that in the future, more women will be able to open their blinded minds and realize that they can live more freely and boldly than they imagined.
What men can do, we women can do even better.
For example, my friend once fell in love with a young man. They truly loved each other, but because everyone would condemn them for doing so, they could only meet in private. Now they are married.
I have never mentioned these things to anyone, but you gave me an outlet.
"Is this the reason Ms. Tel has so many husbands?" Manden stood in awe. "What a remarkable woman! Even if it means bearing the stigma, she's willing to pave the way for other women."
Mary stroked the letter paper, as if she could feel the warmth of Ms. Tel's fingertips as she wrote.
They continued to watch
Dear Ms. Terr,
My name is Luo Yuran. I didn’t know how to translate this oriental name into English, so I named myself Lilith.
My country was plagued by war and backward thinking. I was brought here by my parents to escape.
Life here is harder than I imagined. I can't enjoy the dignity that a human being should have. I want to establish myself with my medical skills, but no one believes in my abilities.
I've wandered this vast land, stopping here and there in bustling cities, deserted deserts, and remote villages, searching for my own place. I'm so glad to have met you, who has shown me the brilliance of human nature.
That's why I want to be your exclusive doctor and take good care of you. Are you willing?
Lilith offers
Dear Ms. Lilith:
I'm very happy to see you replied so quickly. But I'm already very old, entering the sunset years. As a ninety-year-old, I'm really numb to life.
No matter how well I take care of myself, I still have to avoid certain foods and only try a few delicacies. My sense of smell is not as good as it used to be. I can no longer smell the fragrance of flowers, but I can still smell the stench of decay seeping from my skin.
I'm too lazy to dress up and show off, and I don't have the energy to walk. Even going downstairs requires assistance, or I can only move with a cane. Sadly, my mind is still as sharp and flexible as it was in my youth. This is like putting a twenty-something into an old body, waiting for death at any moment.
Rather than living in fear and anxiety every day, waiting for death to come, I would rather be able to control my own life, which is the best thing for me.
Give me the medicine.
Presented by Ms. Ter
The letter ends here and there is no follow-up.
A strong wind blew, and the white letters were rolled up. They flew and flew, like butterflies, breaking into countless pieces, and finally flew away to the unknown distance.
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