The next day, I first bought a new phone and then got a replacement SIM card.
I know Luo Tianhe's phone number. Enter the number and click dial.
Soon, the call connected, and Luo Tianhe's voice came from the other end:
"Hey, Chen Yan, what's up?"
The noise over there was a bit chaotic, with the DJ and women making wanton noises. I immediately realized that this kid had gone to the [Drunken Night Stars] bar again.
"Are you kidding me, Luo Tianhe? We just escaped, and you're already indulging yourself?"
"Haha, one should enjoy life to the fullest when things are going well, lest one's golden goblet be left empty before the moon. What do you say, Chen Yan, why don't you join in and have some fun too?"
"A new batch of beautiful female DJs have arrived at the bar. They all have hotter figures than the last, and what's even better is that they are all more open-minded than the last."
Even through the phone, I could picture Luo Tianhe's beaming face. I took a deep breath:
"The matter I told you about yesterday..."
If Luo Tianhe tells me he forgot, I'm going to start yelling at him!
"Don't worry, do you really think I'm heartless?"
"Do you think opening a funeral home is like playing house, something you can just do on a whim? Even opening a small shop requires a business license, a fire safety inspection certificate, a health permit, and a whole bunch of other ridiculous things, let alone a funeral home?"
Luo Tianhe lowered his voice on the other end of the phone:
"These officials, don't be fooled by their low rank. It's easier to deal with the King of Hell than with his underlings. They're all incredibly greedy. If you don't satisfy them, your funeral home's various licenses won't be issued for at least half a month."
"Why didn't you say so earlier? I thought..."
I was only halfway through my sentence when I heard a strange, drunken voice coming from Luo Tianhe's direction.
"Hey Lao Luo, the crematorium furnaces are really dangerous. Getting a fire safety permit isn't easy. Of course, if you're willing to come up with another sum of money, that's a different story. And this money isn't for me; just transfer it to our company account..."
The visitor even emphasized the word "work unit," making their true intentions self-evident.
"Haha, it's nothing."
Luo Tianhe readily agreed, then gave a perfunctory response before lowering his voice again and saying:
"I've found the shop assistant you're looking for. His phone number is 144*********. I've sent you his information via WeChat. Contact him yourself. I'm busy now."
After saying that, Luo Tianhe hung up the phone.
I silently recited the number to make sure I remembered it, then opened WeChat and started browsing the information Luo Tianhe had sent me.
Li Huai, male, 23 years old, born on the fifth day of the fifth lunar month, both parents deceased.
Living in Qingtian Community,
Currently working as a caregiver at Qingshan Mental Hospital.
Qingshan Mental Hospital...
I murmured to myself, "This place...it sounds kind of familiar."
Suddenly, a thought flashed through my mind. I opened a website on my phone, which had a ranking of the most haunted places in our city, and Qingshan Mental Hospital was ranked number one!
Good grief, seeing that even a ghost wouldn't dare go to Bincheng Building can only rank third, I couldn't help but force an ugly, bitter smile.
Clicking into the post, the content gave me the creeps.
It is said that more than a thousand people have died in Aoyama Mental Hospital, and the ways they died were all very bizarre.
For example, the most popular post:
Intestinal reticulosomes!
When the deceased was discovered, he had sewed a huge, intricate spider web with his own intestines in the room!
The most bizarre thing is that this "spider web" is just like a real spider web, full of geometric symmetry.
There are also rumors that his bed was covered with countless calculation formulas written in blood.
There were also cases where the deceased personally peeled off their own skin intact, then put it back on inside out...
However, there is also good news: the real Qingshan Mental Hospital has actually been closed down long ago. After all, so many people died, and the authorities could not sit idly by.
The current Aoyama Mental Hospital is built on the outskirts of the original mental hospital. Although there are many rumors about it, it looks quite refreshing compared to the original one.
For example, someone who jumps from the fourteenth-floor rooftop will at most become minced meat.
If I'm lucky, maybe I can even piece together a complete corpse for her?
After leaving the forum, I breathed a sigh of relief and dialed Li Huai's number, but no one answered after four or five attempts.
What's going on? It's almost noon, he can't still be asleep.
After thinking for a moment, I opened a map app, searched for Qingtian Residential Area, and then took a taxi straight there.
Recalling my previous experience of hailing a ghost taxi, I subconsciously began to observe the driver.
"Hey buddy, why are you staring at me like that?"
The driver felt a chill run down his spine from my gaze.
“I’m not gay. If you’re thinking about that, you should go to Chengdu.”
I coughed lightly.
"Master, you're overthinking it. I just managed to defeat the Ghost Cart last time, so..."
"Haha, young people really know how to joke, even mentioning 'ghost car,' haha..."
Seeing my serious expression in the rearview mirror, the driver's laughter gradually stopped, and he changed the subject:
"So, young man, what do you do for a living?"
"Me? I'm Erpijiang, also known as a cloaksmith. Have you heard of me, Master?"
At that moment, the driver deeply regretted asking that question.
"By the way, Master, have you encountered anything strange lately?"
I didn't chat with the driver for so long because I was bored.
I just activated my third eye and discovered that the driver was surrounded by yin energy, but it wasn't serious; at most, it would cause a minor cold or something.
"Young man, we've arrived at Qingtian Residential Area. Please get off the bus now."
The driver was almost in tears. As a taxi driver, he considered himself to be well-informed and had seen all kinds of people.
But at that moment, I really felt a chill down my back.
"But I haven't paid yet!"
No need, I'm afraid you'll pull out a ten-thousand-yuan banknote issued by the Tiandi Bank!
The driver inwardly grumbled, but outwardly remained polite, even somewhat obsequious:
"No need, your job is, uh, very noble, I don't need the fare."
I raised an eyebrow. This driver is a bit timid, but judging from his full forehead and square jaw, he is quite a blessed person.
The yin energy emanating from him is likely due to an encounter with a ghost.
Since he didn't charge me for the ride, I kindly reminded him:
"Driver, think back carefully, have you picked up any strange passengers around midnight in the last few days?"
"Humans eat food, ghosts eat incense. Master, you can keep some incense in the car. In case you encounter a ghost again, you can deal with it."
After saying that, I opened the car door, stepped out, and walked towards the Sunny Day residential area.
The driver didn't seem to be faking what I was saying, and he had indeed picked up a strange passenger a few days ago, but he hadn't paid any attention to it at the time.
Thinking of this, he hurriedly dialed the phone.
"Honey, buy me a few sticks of incense. Oh, don't ask why, just buy them!"
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