Volume 1 Chapter 60: Cinnabar Haunted House
After hearing what I said seriously, they were all stunned. After a long while, the black-haired guy smiled grimly and said, "Where are you going to play around like a kid? You're just playing house! Your hair hasn't even grown out yet, and you'll probably pee your pants if you see a corpse!"
The swallow obviously didn't get along with the black-haired boy. Seeing him say that, she wanted to challenge him and said, "You dwarf, you came too late. You don't know what this kid did before."
Heimao snorted coldly and said, "What did you do? Could it be that I have been fighting with you for a while just now? I didn't expect you to start eating tender grass now!"
"You shorty, if you keep talking nonsense, I'll destroy your thing!" Yan Zi frowned, her eyes widened, and her voice became unusually cold.
"Okay, shut up!" As soon as Mr. Ma got angry, both of them fell silent.
"Swallow, what did you see? Keep talking."
Yan Zi replied yes, and resumed her smiling face, saying, "I woke up early today, and when I got up I heard this kid yelling outside. I thought it was funny, so I didn't make a sound and secretly followed him."
My heart sank when I heard this. I didn't expect that I had been followed since I climbed over the wall, but I had no idea.
Yan Zi looked at me with a smile and continued, "I saw him wandering around alone, not timid at all, and he was familiar with the layout of our museum. I became more curious and followed him quietly."
When I saw her smiling, my scalp felt tingling. This woman had been following me all the way without me noticing at all.
"Then, guess what, the child passed by the morgue, stopped with great interest, and pushed the door open and walked in without hesitation."
Ma Lao and the others all said "Oh" softly and looked at me. The black-haired man said in a rough voice: "I think this kid doesn't understand what a mortuary is."
When I heard that, I didn't want to pay any attention to him. Damn it, when I was playing with the corpse, you didn't even know where you were. How dare you say I didn't know what a mortuary meant.
The boss asked, "What happened next?"
Yan Zi laughed and said, "When the child saw the three corpses lying inside, he was not afraid at all. Instead, he ran over excitedly, opened the shrouds, and looked at them one by one."
The black-haired guy chuckled and said in disbelief, "Are you kidding? Just look at the corpses inside. Not to mention the little kid whose hair hasn't even fully grown, even if a strong man came, the timid ones would be scared to death! As for him..." As he was speaking, he suddenly seemed to think of something, slapped his thigh and shouted, " I knew you were talking nonsense! In the past three months, there have only been two corpses in our museum. Where did three come from?"
Looking at his expression, it seemed like he had found Swallow's weak spot, and he was so excited that his face was beaming with joy.
Yan Zi said, "Why aren't there three? The third one is right here." She stretched out a slender finger and pointed at the thin bamboo pole, "It's the sixth one!"
I took a look at the skinny guy and saw that the bleeding on his head had stopped. He stood there with drooping shoulders, squinting his eyes, and looked dazed, like a sculpture. I couldn't help but wonder, is this guy mentally ill?
The old man Ma said, "Is Lao Liu sleeping on the morgue again wrapped in a shroud?"
Yan Zi laughed and said, "The eldest brother is wise. The sixth brother lying there wrapped in a shroud is the third corpse. The kid felt something was wrong and stabbed him with a silver needle. Haha, it's so funny!"
Boss Ma said "Oh" and seemed a little surprised. He looked at me and said, "Did you know that Lao Liu is a living person?" Probably because he was afraid that I didn't know who Lao Liu was, he pointed to the thin bamboo pole standing stupidly behind me.
I shook my head: "This guy has no pulse and no breath, and I can't tell whether he is dead or alive. It's just that there is one place that is different from ordinary corpses, so I gave him an injection to try." I have no good intentions towards this birdman who molested the corpse.
"Oh?" Ma Lao asked, "What's the difference?"
"There's a kind of life in this person." I pointed at the birdman. It's only because I deal with corpses all the time that I can hardly detect the strangeness in this.
The wrinkles on Boss Ma's face opened outwards, he chuckled and said, "Interesting. It turns out that you, a kid, have such talent. It's really rare."
I asked curiously, “What talent?”
Ma Laodao: "You have the talent to sense the flow of anger. In fact, many small animals, such as mice, snakes and insects, have the instinct to sense the flow of anger, but most people don't. Your talent is very useful!"
This old man thought I had this talent, but I really don't. I was trapped in the haunted house of the dead face and almost died. In the end, I used the corpse-driving technique to stand up the corpse on the ground, causing the Yin corpse to wander, and then I broke the formation of the dead face and escaped. If I had this talent, I could tell the direction of the anger by myself, and why would I have to worry about life and death.
He shook his head and said, "This talent is really useful, but it's a pity that I don't have it."
Boss Ma was stunned for a moment and said, "Our Sixth Brother has a strange disease. When he is asleep, he looks just like a corpse. Ordinary people can't tell the difference. If you don't have a special talent, how can a child like you detect it?"
I chuckled and said, "I can't really tell that he has life in him, I just see that he is not completely dead."
Boss Ma was a little puzzled: "How can you tell that?"
I spread my hands and said, "I don't know about that. Maybe I've seen so many corpses that I have an instinctive intuition."
The black-haired boy immediately laughed and said, "You little brat are just boasting. How many corpses have you seen, little brat?"
I didn't bother to pay attention to him. I remembered something that had puzzled me for a long time, so I pointed at the door and asked Boss Ma, "Why is the door of your mortuary painted with cinnabar?"
Boss Ma narrowed his one eye and said, "Oh, did you notice that the door is painted with cinnabar? Aren't all the doors of mortuary rooms painted with cinnabar? What's so strange about that?"
I was not intimidated by his words and said, "I've been to many funeral homes. Which funeral home would paint the door panels of the morgue with cinnabar?"
The black-haired man interrupted, "If you don't understand, don't talk nonsense. Since ancient times, the doors of real mortuaries must be painted with cinnabar. You are surprised by what you have never seen before. If you saw a house painted with cinnabar, you would stare out!"
Yan Zi sneered and said, "You dwarf, you act like you've seen the Crimson Ghost House!"
The black-haired man glared at Yan Zi and shouted, "I haven't seen it with my own eyes, but have you, a woman, seen it?"
"Okay!" Boss Ma shouted, making the two men shut up.
I looked at the two of them and asked curiously, "What is the Cinnabar Ghost Building? Is it a house built with cinnabar soil?"
The swallow looked at me with a smile and said in a tender voice: "Oh, you little kid also knows about cinnabar soil? Wow, that's rare. This cinnabar ghost building is also called the evil-repelling building. The whole house is based on the secret cinnabar soil and built with secret techniques. This cinnabar building can ward off evil spirits and it is difficult for any demons and monsters to enter, so it is called the evil-repelling building. But if a living person enters this building by mistake and does not understand the principles inside, he will be trapped to death, so it is also called the ghost building. Do you understand what I said, sister?" Then she threw me another seductive look.
My face turned red, but when I heard her say that, I couldn't help but think of the haunted house in Dead Man's Face, so I roughly described the situation in the house and asked, "Is this the Cinnabar Haunted House you mentioned?"
Yan Zi looked at me in surprise. The black-haired guy asked in a gruff voice, "Are you kid talking nonsense? How can you see a cinnabar ghost building these days?"
Yan Zi glanced at him and said, "Didn't you hear people describe it so carefully? If they hadn't seen it, would they describe it in such detail?"
Boss Ma stared at me with one eye, with a look of doubt in his eyes, and asked, "Where did you see it?"
I don't know the details of these people, so of course I can't tell the truth. I just vaguely said that I saw them at the home of an elder.
Boss Ma's expression changed, and he asked, "How old is this elder of yours? Is his last name Qin?"
Seeing me shaking my head, he hesitated for a moment and then said, "If it's not Qin... then is it Fang or Wen?"
When I heard the surname "Wen", I couldn't help but think of the sorcerer surnamed Wen who had been here that year. As I was thinking about it, I heard Boss Ma frowned and said, "Could it be the man surnamed Zhong?" But as soon as he said that, he shook his head and whispered, "Impossible, it should be impossible."
