Chapter 50 "The Deliveryman" [First Update] Marshal Wang's Curse...
This is a man!
An intuition suddenly popped into his head. Jane Dieda's teeth chattered incessantly from the bizarre twists and turns of the rules and the case in this alternate world.
For the first time, I sensed a hint of guilt from the owner of the thief's den.
Because, in reality, Jane Dieda may not understand women that well, but he himself is a man of marriageable age, not a young man. Even if a man with a penis wears women's clothes, certain physiological features such as his gait and demeanor are still very noticeable.
The corpse also confirmed this with its 'speaking' function; crimson capital letters filled the player's mind as the corpse desperately spoke:
The corpse is talking.
"Run!"
Clearly, Jan Dieda also wanted to run away, but the man's actions in the middle of the room stopped him.
It turns out that all the houses in Fu'an Community were occupied this year.
It is often decorated with various auspicious objects.
The character "福" (fortune), Chinese knots, and "五爷钱" (a type of paper money) are believed to ward off evil spirits, but for some unknown reason, the visitor did something that sent chills down his spine.
The man kept the lights off, burning a bundle of paper on the charred floor. Then he dragged out a basin and a wooden tray, both brimming with fruit, flowers, incense, candles, several boxes of food delivery company flyers, and a Buddha statue. Facing the fire, he muttered:
"Eat up, eat up, but stop calling that noodle shop near the entrance of the complex! If you don't behave—we'll have to eliminate the problem completely and kill the delivery driver too!"
A burst of sparks flew from the yellow paper as soon as those words were spoken.
The man continued burning, and certain exorcism incantations specially brought from outside kept leaking from his mouth. However, as a worshipper of ghosts and gods, he did not think there was anything wrong with what he was saying.
An abnormal flame illuminated 107.
The madman swayed, revealing two rows of tattoos beneath his women's clothing.
At this moment, for Jian Dieda, he seemed to have a major guess, something even more sinister than the fire and the man's behavior.
“Zhong Yinghuai always believed that someone was deliberately playing a prank to disrupt business, but that’s not actually the case,”
"Could it be... that the people at 107 kept ordering takeout because they wanted to find out who the first delivery driver who received the call from inside the house was? Did their undisclosed phone number inadvertently reveal the timing of an illegal transaction?"
Jian Dieda suddenly realized.
As he deciphered the details of the case, the voice of the second system unit, Narrator, rang out.
[Current plot progress 45%. Congratulations on triggering the testimony 'The Vengeful Spirit'. Resident 107 contains both 'humans' and 'non-humans,' but it's clear that whoever is looking for the delivery driver is not an ordinary person. They are using this house to conduct a transaction related to 'sex'. Please wake up before your blood runs out and report this to the police. There is still a sliver of hope to solve the case.]
Now he understood a little better what the problem with 107 was.
The first delivery call to Brother Jiu's Noodle Shop, was it really not someone from 107 who wanted to order it?
Having pieced together some of the clues, his next task was naturally to investigate the deeper relationship between the deceased and the person in front of him, and to find out who the person who made the initial phone call was.
If someone eats three meals a day and there's a secret code posted at the door, the first thing he should think of is that the homeowner is no ordinary person.
But he couldn't reveal himself, so he could only look around for help, from the fan and refrigerator to the discarded aluminum cans on the ground.
The room in front of me was terrifyingly dark. The blood-red sunset shone into the room through the clothes rack on the balcony, and this line of light and shadow divided the face of the 107 residents into two colors.
Just then, a creaking sound came from inside. Jian Dieda, who had been burning incense inside the house, approached the balcony. Sweating profusely, he crouched down as low as he could in the shadows. He saw the windproof cloth covering his head trembling with the person.
He quickly clenched his teeth, worried that the other party's gaze would drift downwards, because while his body could hide, his retreating feet would reveal his whereabouts, and his mind was racing.
Why is this person dressed like that? Is he a cross-dresser? Why did he choose a particular time to remove the clothes from the hanger? Was he back to collect his laundry?
Jian Dieda poked his head out without thinking. He was someone who didn't usually remember what other people looked like, but this time, a strange face that seemed to be disguised as a middle-aged woman caught his eye and mind.
After all, people always say that the eyes are the most memorable feature of a person.
Even the most ordinary person will attract attention if they have big or beautiful eyes.
There is a saying that the eyes are the windows to the soul.
The woman holding the clothes hanger had a strangely made-up face. Her eyes were very distinctive because even in disguise, the black covering of her eyes was still very large. Its color was like a snake, and it was so cold that it looked like a winter cellar. Upon closer inspection, it really looked like a mutated zombie without any warmth.
Fortunately, the abnormality did not mutate on site.
He was dressed in women's clothing, talking incoherently, and seemed to be afraid of something in the house.
The homeowner, who seemed completely unaware that the deliveryman had his eye on him, put away the bras and panties. The resident of apartment 107 turned to leave, not even bothering to take the noodles from the doorway.
The door panel was snapped back on.
After seeing off the intimidating resident of 107, Jian Dieda climbed out of his original spot.
He had delivered food twice already, but had only met the homeowner once. He no longer dared to make any assumptions about the homeowner's whereabouts and just wanted to leave immediately and do something else.
But as he was about to climb out onto the balcony, he still glanced at it, and that glance made him notice that there were several familiar clothes on the round iron clothes rack that held a bunch of underwear and socks.
For a moment, Jian Dieda felt completely stunned.
He realized he had seen this pair of underwear and briefs on someone before, not to mention how familiar the combination of the black suit and white shirt looked. They all seemed to belong to Zhong Yinghuai, the boss of Ninth Brother's Noodle Shop, who was pretending to be a good guy last night!
Jane Diedda: "..."
The case has yielded a breakthrough, but it has also left a new question unanswered.
Could the person who always looks best in a loose white shirt be another player in an immersive murder mystery game? It seems unlikely that either system will tell the truth.
Without any clues, it's impossible to make a judgment immediately. He immediately asked the corpse...
"Little corpse, was that Zhong Yinghuai just now?"
"..."
"Zhong Yinghuai is the owner of 107? Is he staging this whole thing for me?"
The always-disconnecting corpse sent a message: "..."
"no."
The Corpse told him.
"The clothes were stolen."
Jane's heart, which had been pounding in her chest, suddenly returned from her mouth to her chest.
Jian Dieda began to try to recall the face. Could it be Lao Ji, Sun Dali, or a regular customer who frequented the noodle shop? Damn it, he couldn't piece together a complete picture of the person. It was like the voyeur's stockings from last night were transparent, but Xiangxiang couldn't describe a single feature of him.
Just then, he heard the sound of plastic bags being pulled from the balcony where he had left earlier.
A chill ran down Jian Dieda's spine. He turned his head to face the dark figure rushing towards him from behind. What he met was a fierce, white-faced woman in makeup pouncing on him. The woman wore a wig, her cheeks were red, and she was breathing steam. She held a hammer high and swung it down before Jian Dieda could even get a good look at her.
ah!
The deliveryman collapsed to the ground unconscious at 107, with one of his feet being grabbed.
The woman in drag was shoving and groaning as she tried to chop up the delivery guy.
Just as they were about to succeed, the phone rang.
The OPPO phone rang, and the caller's voice, hitting the scorching hot battery, was incredibly annoying.
A voice with a Cantonese accent asked anxiously, "Has something happened? The takeout... has that noodle shop's takeout arrived again?"
"..." the cross-dressing man replied ominously, "Someone ordered takeout for us again! It must be a ghost! Otherwise, how would a ghost know who ordered takeout and what's going on!"
"There are only humans, no ghosts! We can't stay in this house any longer; it's bad luck for us!"
"Have you forgotten?"
"The master chef said that the house was the last place where the spirit stayed. The reason 'it' ordered takeout must be because it was hungry and didn't eat enough in its previous life, and it harbored resentment! As long as we make proper offerings and use incense and candles to appease the ghost, 'it' will never order takeout from that noodle shop again!"
The person on the other end of the phone seemed afraid of something, spouting nothing but superstition and talking about burning money.
His accomplice, growing impatient, retorted, "You've said so much! Didn't we already make a mortgage payment on the house?"
The caller continued, "So there's a problem with the offerings! The ghosts are taking revenge on us! Ghosts can't touch a person's physical body! But if you've done a good deed for a ghost, they'll remember you and you'll become rich and powerful! But if you've lost your good karma, you'll only be haunted by ghosts!"
The man stopped talking, put down the phone and left immediately. Before leaving, he kicked the deliveryman on the ground into the bed in a fit of rage, and then stuffed a wad of wrapping paper into the boy's mouth.
The only deliveryman at the noodle shop who knew the phone number began to fall into a coma.
The homeowner's cruelty and the impending death lingered long afterward in the bloodstains that could not be washed off the floor.
Jane was frantically gathering clues in her mind.
Perhaps it was that phone call that inspired him.
He was thinking.
This time, the one harboring resentment is not a ghost, but the house itself. This case needs the truth. The various unclaimed souls detained in room 107 are the ones who came to him, and they are the source of all evil.
A dozen minutes later, the thugs who had a grudge against the house returned, and he did something to eliminate them completely.
Jian Dieda was stuffed into a large black plastic bag and then tossed into a large yellow trash can in the community, his mouth and nose covered by countless bags.
This move was undeniably brilliant.
Because at 16:00 that day, the garbage truck was to pack up and incinerate all the construction waste left over from the renovation of these new houses.
Jian Dieda couldn't make a sound.
He was loaded into the car in a bag.
Rumble.
The garbage truck in Fu'an residential area started up, turned a corner, and passed a group of stray cats.
A cat with triangular eyes and a grumpy, full-moon-shaped face stood at the intersection. Its whiskers twitched, and it looked up in confusion as the blood-stained wheels drove away.
Out of curiosity, 'Jian Er Shi' Miao Miao chased after her.
On this side, Zhong Yinghuai was cooking noodles with his head down.
Hearing the meowing of a cat by the roadside, Zhong Yinghuai looked up. Just then, the traffic light turned from red to green, and the garbage truck flashed past in Jiu Ge's eyes.
Zhong Yinghuai felt a sudden pang of unease and asked, "Sun Dali, how long has Jian Xiaoshi been gone?"
Sun Dali greeted the guests and casually said, "It's only been ten minutes, Ninth Brother. This kid is so dark-skinned. If it weren't dark, he would definitely not have gotten lost in broad daylight."
Zhong Yinghuai grunted in response and continued working. He was thinking of making sauerkraut and pork stew for Jian Xiaoshi that evening, since Jian Xiaoshi hadn't eaten much of the beef brisket he made last time, saying she preferred pork more.
Seeing that something was wrong, Sun Dali asked curiously, "Ninth Brother, do you think if I give Xiangxiang a lipstick to calm her down while she's feeling vulnerable, she'll be so happy that she'll immediately agree to date me?"
“I don’t know, I’ve never bought lipstick for a woman,” Zhong Yinghuai said, glancing at Sun Dali with wide eyes.
"Trying to please someone in order to make them like you is not sincere enough. What you need in a relationship is to care about the details of their life."
Outside, the car didn't stop; it left the corner of the noodle shop.
Jian Ershi was still chasing the car.
Unfortunately, apart from it, no one else noticed the incident.
The local police officers in Nanping, the elderly woman Ma who collects trash, the old security guard at the entrance of the residential area, Xiangxiang from Brother Jiu's noodle shop, and...
Zhong Yinghuai.
It seemed they could no longer save Jane Diedda.
Half an hour later, the garbage truck arrived at the incineration site in Nanping to the sound of music.
The driver closed the door and got out of the car, and the workers kicked more than twenty bags into the pit. The industrialized waste processing process followed closely behind.
The stench of burning flesh emanated from the mass grave.
Just then, a soul that had traveled to the alternate dimension of 'humanity' heard eerie, mournful cries of the dying.
"On the first and fifteenth of the lunar month, the temple gates open, and two rows of ox-headed and horse-faced guardians stand."
"A pair of golden lamps and a pair of candles, to send Mother off to the Western Paradise."
"There is a Lotus Society in the Western Paradise, which will give my mother a good place."
"There are two bridges in the Western Paradise, with a long stream flowing beneath the Golden Bridge."
"Demons howl beneath the Silver Bridge, preventing thousands of people and horses from crossing."
"Golden teacup, silver saucer, golden boy and jade girl accompany you while you drink."
"The judge holds the Book of Life and Death, and the little devils hold the Soul-Binding Tokens."
The song of the underworld barely held the souls on earth still.
A soul that nearly floated out of the body was left behind.
On the other hand, before losing consciousness after the excruciating pain, Jian Dieda could only subconsciously cover his bleeding eyes with one hand, but as his forehead hurt, his memory immediately stopped at the red bra outside the window.
Tick-tock, tick-tock.
A very long time has passed in the blink of an eye.
Intermittent groans rang out, and life rekindled in the darkness that seemed devoid of life. Jane Dieda, who had been attacked, awoke.
At this juncture, the game rulebook 3.1 in his mind also automatically popped up.
["Congratulations, host, on restoring your health. You have now obtained a special Humanitarian Reward Card—'How to Draw and Use the Heavenly Official Summoning King Marshal Talisman.'"]
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Author's Note: Jianjian and Xiangxiang have reached 50 chapters and 200,000 words! I'm so happy for myself! Thank you to all the little angels who voted for me or watered my plants between 2023-11-07 19:00:32 and 2023-11-14 14:32:17!
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