Chapter 44: The sound of the door closing upstairs

This was the first time I had seen the face of the storekeeper so clearly. Unfortunately, I could no longer see his exact appearance. The corners of his mouth had been slashed open, and the cuts were stretched out long. The turned-up flesh was held up by two thumbtacks, forming a strange “smile” like a clown, but also like a skeleton with exposed teeth.

The nose had been cut off, leaving two holes, and the eyes were caked with blood, the whites of the eyes turning a horrible red. The entire body was tied to the back of a chair with a rope, fixed in a kneeling position, facing the female corpse on the bed, which was his daughter’s corpse.

A corpse like this is already the limit of what humans can bear. I don’t know how twisted the killer’s mentality had to be to do something like this.

The smell of blood stimulated my nose, and the sight of the male corpse shocked my vision. At this time, not only my stomach was convulsing, but my entire heart was convulsing. I thought that ghosts were a terrifying presence in the eyes of humans, but in fact, compared to this real murder scene, ghosts are sometimes cute like little white rabbits.

Hui Gen’s eyes were tightly shut, his head tilted back, and two tears rolled down his cheeks. I knew that Hui Gen was feeling guilty. He had clearly discovered the clues, but he had not saved the father and daughter. Although he was the little monk who said he would kill all the evil people in the world with his sword, he was also the little monk with a soft and compassionate heart.

I didn’t know how to comfort Huigen. Some things are fate, and you can’t avoid them or stop them. I could only endure the discomfort in my heart and continue to observe the murder scene to see if I could find a clue.

If the male corpse was the limit of human recognition, then the female corpse on the bed had already exceeded the limit of human endurance.

I never thought that a person could bleed so much that the whole bed sheet was stained red. In the middle of a large pool of blood, the daughter of the storekeeper was lying there. Just looking at her, I would probably have nightmares for half a month, according to my psychological quality.

Cold sweat dripped from my forehead. I saw this pretty girl with a distorted expression on her face, her eyes wide open, her gaze fixed on a moment of extreme fear. Her face was so pale that ordinary people could not imagine it, and even white paper was not enough to describe it. Even her lips were almost colorless. I don’t know forensic medicine, but this is definitely a sign of excessive blood loss.

Her face was not like her father’s, but was well protected. Next to her face was a bunch of wildflowers picked from somewhere.

But her body was extremely horrifying. Her hands were placed in front of her chest in a praying position, but from her chest to her lower abdomen, her stomach was completely cut open… I can’t describe this scene in words, I can only say that part of her internal organs were removed and placed next to the corpse. Next to each piece of internal organs, there was a bunch of wildflowers.

The lower body was a skirt that had been lifted, and the legs were spread at a strange angle. I personally couldn’t describe it anymore, and I couldn’t bear to watch…

Flowers are supposed to be beautiful things, but the murderer seems to like using them to decorate the corpse. Blood and flowers are placed next to the corpse in a horrific manner. What kind of distortion and irony is this?

“I suspect that the murderer… well… should be… well, a fan of foreign serial killers, like Jack the Ripper or something… Ugh, I can’t stand it anymore. I’m going out for a while.” My policeman finished this sentence with me while suppressing dry heaves, and rushed out of the house.

I was also getting a bit overwhelmed by the atmosphere of the crime scene, because I couldn’t imagine that a person who killed someone would drag the corpse to the second floor and calmly do these things to the two corpses. It was very likely that during this process, several neighbors were already knocking on the door. Can I describe him as calm and unhurried, enjoying killing?

I noticed that the female corpse was missing two big toes, but there were none on the scene.

I didn’t dare to take a deep breath, but instead walked to the window and pushed it open, wanting to breathe in some fresh air. But the moment I pushed the window open, I heard a loud ‘pang’ as the door closed upstairs!

“Who?” I, as a Taoist priest, have never been nervous in the face of such a spooky voice, but at this moment, I don’t know why my whole body is covered in sweat, my scalp is numb, and it feels as if my heart is being squeezed by two hands. I suddenly yelled.

But I saw that Huigen had already rushed out of the door at that moment, running up the stairs with a thumping sound. I quickly followed him, and one of the policemen inside the house and the three policemen outside the door also rushed up.

The upstairs and second floor were also the same structure, with two opposite doors that looked empty because they were wide open and piled with miscellaneous goods, but next to one of the doors was a small door that should be the bathroom and shower.

The sound of the door closing was from this small door!

Hui Gen stood in front of the small door, frowning and not knowing what to think. I walked up to Hui Gen step by step, with several police officers following me nervously. One of the police officers even pulled out his gun dramatically and yelled, “Who is it? Don’t move, or I’ll shoot.”

“No one,” Hui Gen said softly.

That’s right, there was no one there. Before I could say anything, the door with the loose leaf in it opened halfway with a loud squeak, and then there was a loud bang!

The scene was quiet, with only the sound of our breathing. Even the wind was not blowing. The police officers were stunned because the sound of the door was too strange. How could the door open and close by itself without the wind? I believe that at the moment the door opened halfway, everyone could clearly see in the dim light of the third floor corridor that there was no one in the small bathroom, unless the person was hiding behind the door.

However, the police officers did not dare to investigate. The policeman holding the gun even had a slight tremor in his hand. Fortunately, they were police officers with excellent psychological qualities, otherwise ordinary people would have screamed and run away at the sight.

I didn’t say anything. At that moment, I had already opened my heavenly eyes. In my heavenly eyes, the entire hallway, every place within my line of sight, was filled with a “bloody light” that soared into the sky. It was clear that the murderous aura here was so strong that the murderer must have already taken the lives of many people.

I clenched my lips and didn’t speak, but instead walked towards the bathroom. However, a talisman was also clutched in my hand. I couldn’t tell if there was a powerful being inside. After all, this place was close to the Lake of a Thousand Ghosts, and after all, this was such a brutal murder scene. I appeared here first, but I didn’t find any traces of a soul on the scene.

“No… don’t go in. We police know that many murder scenes are not clean.” A voice sounded behind me, it was the policeman who accompanied us in.

I took a deep breath and stood in front of the bathroom door, not turning around and saying, “It’s okay, I’ve encountered more of these things than you have. Sometimes this is the only way to find clues.”

I wasn’t lying. For some unsolved major crimes, especially those with a huge impact, if you can find such clues, you can first determine the murderer through such means, and then collect evidence. It’s just that these details are recorded in the secret files of the Ministry of Public Security, and ordinary people don’t need to know the truth.

As I spoke, I already had my hand on the door, preparing to push it open with a single effort, but I found it strange that the entire door was backing away from me. Is this happening again?

In the state of the third eye, I clearly saw a pair of bloodstained hands holding the edge of the door. It was opening the door!

At that moment, the shock in my heart was indescribable. You have to know that ghosts cannot move objects in the real world. The only thing they can use is mental power to move objects, but it is very limited. For example, the old ghost Wu, who has been around for hundreds of years, can only move some light objects, such as needles, lighters, and so on.

I never thought that today, in front of my eyes, there would be a ghost that could move an object like a door. There was only one possibility for this: it was willing to risk its own soul and scatter its spirit to make such a commotion.

Thinking of this, I suddenly grabbed the door handle, and the breath that had been held in my mouth slowly subsided. My first reaction was to use Taoist roar power, but at this moment, I didn’t want to do it.

Hou gong is not about shocking the enemy with your voice, nor is it about the louder you shout, the more effective it is. It is a method of using magic that involves various factors such as one’s own will, spirit, and power. Whether in water or on land, it is expressed in the form of releasing these things through “roaring” to crush the opponent, even if it is just a silent roar!

I know my own weight. I am afraid that this roar will shake and injure the ghost inside, because the moment I saw those bloody hands, I knew that the one at the door was not a ghost, a vengeful ghost, and there was no murderous aura, but just a poor “ghost of injustice.”

“I’m coming in,” I said lightly, then pushed open the door. This strange greeting made the police officers take a collective step back, apparently scared.

But I didn’t care about that. I pushed open the door and saw it!

Standing in a corner of the bathroom, with a twisted wound on his neck, bleeding profusely, his face full of sadness, he kept bowing to me. His whole body seemed so unreal that if it weren’t for the state of the heavenly eye, I wouldn’t have been able to detect its existence.

“Amitabha, do you have anything to say to us?” Hui Gen was also standing behind me at this time, with a compassionate and pitiful look on his face.

We have seen this ghost before. It is the owner of the convenience store.