Jin Ye was also surprised that we didn't even know each other's names.
His eyes widened in fury, and his beard trembled with rage: "I've seen countless people, but I've never seen such oddities as you. You deserve to die!"
Knowing we were in the wrong, we didn't dare argue back and hurriedly called the funeral home to ask for the name.
However, the reply they received was that there were no records of the female corpse.
Even his colleagues didn't know that morgue number 3 had ever housed a body.
Su Mingyang cursed, "How could they not know about such a big thing that happened that day? These bastards must have taken bribes and don't want to talk about it. I'll call Old Liu and ask him. He's in charge of burning corpses, so he must know."
I stared blankly at Su Mingyang, who was dialing Liu Laoguan's number again and again, and felt a chill for no reason.
"Damn it, is Old Liu drunk again? Why is his phone always off?"
Just then, Su Mingyang was about to call his other colleagues to ask them to call Liu Laoguan.
I quickly grabbed him and asked, "Have you lost your memory? Old Liu is dead!"
"Dead? That can't be right, how did he die?"
Su Mingyang tilted his head, his eyes unconsciously narrowing, as if trying to dig something out of the depths of his memory.
Seeing Su Mingyang's appearance, my heart skipped a beat.
Judging from his appearance, he doesn't seem to be faking it.
I reminded him, "You really forgot? That day, after Old Liu crawled through the coffin, he was bitten to death by a pack of wild dogs in the public toilet on his way back."
Su Mingyang's body trembled violently, and he blurted out, "Damn it! How could I forget? When did my memory become so bad?"
"It's not that you have a bad memory!"
Jin Ye suddenly spoke up, saying, "It's because you're currently in a half-human, half-soul state. Not only are your memories weakened, but even your physical senses are diminished. You'll see if you don't believe me."
I turned my head and saw that Jin was holding a candle and heating Su Mingyang's elbow.
The elbow was slightly swollen from the heat, and the skin was a shockingly reddish-brown, with two large blisters.
Su Mingyang screamed and staggered back two steps, grimacing as he blew on his injured elbow in an attempt to relieve the excruciating pain.
"I've been grilling it for over ten seconds, and you're only now starting to feel the pain."
Master Jin shook his head with a cold laugh: "You're not far from death!"
Upon hearing this, Su Mingyang forgot all the pain: "Am I really going to die?"
"Otherwise what?"
Jin snorted coldly: "Now all your senses, including smell, taste, and pain, as well as your memories, are already being delayed. When you have no senses at all, you will be nothing but a walking corpse."
Su Mingyang was so frightened that he grabbed Jin Ye's hand tightly and shouted for help.
I pinched my arm hard and started counting silently in my mind.
"One second..."
"Two seconds..."
"Three seconds..."
It wasn't until the fourth second that I felt the pain.
He's better than Su Mingyang.
However, my memory is not blurred; I remember many things.
But I'm not sure if what I call remembering is really remembering.
Perhaps, like Su Mingyang, I have actually lost many memories, but I am unaware of it.
Master Jin sighed: "If you can't provide your name and date of birth, there's only one way."
"What method?" Su Mingyang asked impatiently.
"Find a way to get her body!"
Upon hearing this, Su Mingyang and I immediately lost our spirits.
The body was burned a long time ago, where are we going to get the body?
Forget about the ashes.
None of her colleagues knew about the woman's body, so the body must have been burned secretly.
Su Mingyang told me to call Sister Wu and ask, saying that given our relationship, she should be able to tell me.
I said, "I called when you called, but Sister Wu's phone has been switched off since last night."
Su Mingyang slumped into a chair, pulling at his hair and cursing incessantly: "Damn it, what kind of mess is this? We're just doing this for a paycheck, why should we be buried with that woman?"
I thought about it for a moment, then used my phone to search online.
Sister Wu said that the group that brought the female corpse was from Wanghai Group, and the female corpse might be an employee of their group or a relative of someone.
I don't know if it was just our luck, but I actually found some clues online.
The chairman of Wanghai Group is Zeng Yonghua.
Although he looked older in the photos online, I recognized him at a glance.
He was the man who drove his luxury car with his wife and daughter to visit my grandfather back then.
It took me almost half an hour to find Zeng Yonghua's daughter's name on a local financial forum.
His daughter's surname isn't Zeng; she shares his wife's surname, Bai, and her name is Bai Su. She's the same age as me.
The photo was not found, so it cannot be confirmed whether the female corpse was Bai Su.
It's already 12:30, and midnight is almost here.
I didn't care whether the name and birth date were fake or not; I could only try anything as a last resort.
Jin Ye spent several minutes calculating Bai Su's birth date and time using her Gregorian calendar birthday before finally deducing her birth chart.
There were still about ten minutes left until 1 o'clock.
Jin looked at me and Su Mingyang seriously and instructed, "Time is of the essence now, so listen carefully! Once we start 'crossing the underworld,' you must not say anything carelessly. The biggest taboo is that you cannot ask the other person how they died, and we cannot call each other by our real names."
Our real name is our last line of defense. If a ghost knows our real name, it's like opening the door to the depths of our soul, allowing the ghost to enter freely. Do you all understand?
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