Chapter 50: Weakness

“Brother Chen, look, we told you not to believe it, but you can see for yourself.” A policeman shoved a mirror into my hand. When they rushed upstairs, they began to hold me in a “warm” and “enthusiastic” manner, not allowing me to defend myself. They were in a hurry to take me to the hospital.

I finally managed to break free of them and asked what was going on. The police officers told me in a flurry of activity that when I came out, they were so scared that they thought a “foreigner” had come out of the house, but when they looked more closely, it was me.

This means that my skin was pale and scary! It was as white as a Caucasian.

I naturally didn’t believe it, and then a passionate policeman went down to get a mirror for me.

I looked at the mirror in my hand, staring at myself in the mirror, and suddenly realized that I could somewhat understand the feelings of the male lead in a certain movie, named Zhuang Zhi Bao, when he held a mirror and saw himself turn into a monkey.

The pale face in the mirror was even paler than the face of the policeman who had just been struck, and the eyes were a bit yellow, the lips were blue, and it didn’t look like my usual self. Because I had been running around, my skin was no longer as white as it had been when I was a child, but was slightly more tanned.

In this state, I could play a corpse without makeup. I smiled wistfully and found that the smile was particularly haggard.

“Chen Xiaogong…” A policeman called out to me. I stood up with a forced composure and put the mirror back into the hand of a policeman. I thought about how to explain it, but I found that it was impossible to explain it. After holding it in for a long time, I could only say, “It’s okay, I’m sick.”

“Ah?” All the police officers were stunned. The little girl downstairs also heard this sentence and jumped up at once. Then, seeing my appearance, she couldn’t help but shout, “Brother, are you sick? Or did you put on makeup?”

I was helpless and could only say again, “I didn’t mean to say I was sick, I meant I really am sick.”

“Ah?” Even Huigener followed with a “ah”!

I was completely speechless!

In the end, I was not taken to the hospital by these enthusiastic policemen, but rather the policemen were shocked by everything in the hut. The judicial police took the human organs out of the ice coffin and moved it around, only to discover that there was some minced meat hidden underneath the ice coffin. It was probably the leftover meat from when the organs were removed that Fu Yuan had casually placed there.

I don’t want to describe the more disgusting things, and I don’t want to think about them in detail, because around the leather man and on the lid of the ice chest, I found traces of some bodily fluids from a man… many traces, and some particularly fresh ones. The things behind this are unimaginable to a normal person.

The forensic doctor took the organs down because they were needed for the soul-saving of Huigen. I began to admire the strong psychological qualities of the forensic doctor!

After a careful search of the room, a black-covered notebook and an old black-and-white photo were found in the desk!

But perhaps because everything in this room was so terrifying, no one dared to take a closer look at the photo. The person who found it simply stuffed it into the black-covered notebook, and everyone else pretended that nothing had happened, avoiding it if they could, including me.

We waited in the house, and Hui Gen’er’s chanting echoed in the courtyard. I closed my eyes and listened. How many years had it been since the boy had last spoken to the ghosts? His voice had long since lost the childishness of his youth, and had taken on the calm and solemnity of a grown man. But what had not changed was the compassion in his chanting, which was as soothing as the spring rain that moistens the depths of one’s heart.

“I don’t think that young man can be seen, he has some ability, his chanting voice is very peaceful, I was scared to death just now, but now I am calm. I remember that I went on a trip once, there was a big temple on X Mountain, at that time I heard the sound of the monk ringing the bell from afar, it also had this effect, it made people feel so peaceful, I can’t describe it.” A policeman whispered to another policeman.

The policeman nodded in agreement, because at that moment, all the policemen waiting in the room were peaceful and calm, as if the sound of chanting had released the kindness and compassion in their hearts.

I listened with a smile. Hui Gen was a little monk with pure thoughts and great power of thought. The coldness in the entire room was dispersed a little. You have to know that this room was the last gathering point for the flow of negative energy that Cheng Zhen had determined.

“Chen Xiaoge, what’s wrong with your stomach?” Someone finally noticed this, and it was the leader of the team who was asking me.

It was just now that the ghost Rakshasa grabbed me, and the blood stains on my white shirt were only a little bit obvious.

“I have an illness, it itches, and it’s scratched.” I casually answered, and suddenly remembered something else, so I said to the captain, “The photos and notebooks you found in the cabin, please give them to me to study first, and I will return them to you in a day.”

“This doesn’t quite fit the rules.” The captain of the criminal investigation team hesitated a little, but only a little. He didn’t refuse me, after all, the order from above confirmed my identity, and this cooperation allowed them to quickly solve the case, so…

“Well, I’ll have to trouble the higher-ups again.” I sighed helplessly.

“Okay, you can have it. Just remember to return it in time,” the captain of the criminal police said to me with a determined look.

The matter of the small courtyard was settled with the completion of the exorcism of Huigen. In the end, Fu Yuan, who was sometimes crazy and sometimes normal, completely went crazy. He kept saying, “Mom abandoned me, Mom abandoned me…” In the end, he was so crazy that he bit anyone he saw.

When the police took him out, they gagged him and put a hood on him.

The official explanation for this incident was that Fu Yuan had killed five people and that he was a patient with multiple personalities (used to explain the female voice that many people heard suddenly). Although there are many cases of this kind of mental illness in foreign countries, it is extremely rare in China. However, through this case, people must pay attention to their mental health…

As for Fu Yuan, he should be a victim in essence, but after all the bloody crimes, the definition of multiple personality and Fu Yuan’s insanity have brought great difficulties to the trial.

However, all of this ended with Fu Yuan’s inexplicable death in the detention center! His death was rumored to be a suicide for fear of punishment, and the official silence indicated tacit approval.

But the truth is that his death was extremely horrible and also extremely magical. The magical part is that he was like a man in the Dream of the Red Chamber, who killed himself by his own hand. The horrible part is that he dug out his own eyeballs, and his face still had a smile on it.

I know that this should have been done by a ghost, but that’s a story for later. When Fu Yuan died, our group was already trapped in the Lake of a Thousand Ghosts.

The police cordon was still in place, but Hui Gen and I went back early. The black notebook and the photo were, in a way, my “savior”!

Just like the ghost Li Fengxian back then, when Master dealt with it, he didn’t use extreme methods to kill it, but rather a way to solve the knot in its heart. The little dot back then was finally influenced by its mother’s love… These are the true ways of my old Li lineage, and even if I have to face a ghost like Rosa this time, it is essentially the same. So in this matter, the identity of the ghost Raksha has become a key, perhaps an alternative solution! But it’s only perhaps.

Any vengeful ghost has its own reason for being, or a sad past that cannot be resolved. When facing them, we should always leave a way out and show mercy. This is the principle that my master taught me.

“What is compassion? Treating the pain of others as if it were your own is already great compassion.” I remembered a saying of Master Hui. It is a simple truth, but it is difficult to achieve.

Compassion…

I suddenly thought of this, and couldn’t help but stop for a rest. I felt unusually tired from the beginning, and I didn’t know what was going on.

“Brother, you look terrible.” Hui Gen held me up. He still didn’t know about the ghost Rakshasa, and I didn’t have the strength to tell him.

“I didn’t…” I tried to act casual and pretend that nothing had happened. I lifted my head, but saw the sun, which was already about to set, still shining brightly. It made me dizzy for a moment, and suddenly my back began to burn with pain.

I suddenly fainted and fell to the ground.