Chapter Thirty-Three: Mysterious Connection

  Fu Chuan carefully studied the dossier and sent the old man's photo to Xing Chengtian, hoping that Xing Chengtian could help him investigate some information about the old man. Fu Chuan felt that the old man must be hiding something, and his identity was not as simple as he said.

  The photo was secretly taken by Fugawa Ryozo of three sheep following an old man.

  Fu Xiang had heard from his elders in the Fu family that during the 1920s and 1930s, country Z was very chaotic and it was an era of demons running amok. At that time, many Japanese people entered Northern China, followed by the outbreak of war. However, those Japanese who entered Northern China were not as simple as everyone thought.

  That old man didn't seem like a simple character either, and Fu Chuan felt that there was something about him that made people feel very uncomfortable. As for what kind of feeling it was, Fu Chuan couldn't describe it for the time being.

  Fu Chuan studied the case files and found that many of the families involved had a disabled member. He wondered why this was such a coincidence and thought he could start by investigating this lead.

  He got out of bed, put on his clothes and decided to go take a look at that building first.

  Fu Chuan walked into the underground garage, San Yang followed up and asked, "Master, what car are we driving today?"

  Fu pointed at the red Mercedes-Benz convertible in front of him, an antique car, but there's only one like it in the whole world. It's said to have been brought back from America by the Fu family on a large ship years ago.

  Jiahe Building, Fu Chuan got off the bus and looked up at the building. To ordinary eyes, it was just like any other residential apartment building in the area, but Fu Chuan could see the dark energy that was about to burst out of the building.

  A general white yin energy enveloped the entire building, and Fu Chuan sighed: "This vengeful spirit energy is really heavy."

  As soon as Fuhe stepped into the building, the warm air from his mouth had already frozen into frost and fell to the ground. The heavier the yin energy in a place, the greater the resentment of the ghosts. And so many bloody cases have occurred here, each case has produced vengeful spirits, naturally the temperature here is much lower than outside.

  Three sheep shivered: "Master, it's really cold here."

  Fu Chuan nodded and walked to the edge of the high platform of the building administrator, Fu Chuan gave the old administrator a hundred yuan, he only asked two questions and left.

  When getting on the bus, San Yang sighed and said: "Master, you are really rich, 100 yuan is my monthly pocket money."

  Fu Chuan asked San Yang, "Did you think there was something wrong with that administrator just now?"

  Three sheep thought for a moment, then shook their heads with wide eyes, "Except that they are a bit old, there seems to be no problem." Fu Chuan felt that the problem was right here. Why didn't that old man feel cold inside the building at all? This is not normal, absolutely not normal.

  After Fuhe returned to Baofa Hall, he passed the address of Jiahe Building to Xing Chengtian. He hoped that Xing Chengtian could find out what this address was used for before the construction of Jiahe Building.

  Just now in Jiahua Building, Fu Chuan asked the administrator two questions. The first question was how many years he had been working in this building. The administrator told him that he had been working in Jiahua Building for more than 20 years, from the beginning of the building's construction to the present, doing the night watch. Fu Chuan thought that if anything happened in the building during these 20 years, he would definitely know about it. He asked the administrator if there were any particularly unusual events that had occurred in the building over the past 20 years. The administrator replied that there weren't any. Fu Chuan then asked his second question: did the administrator know about the murder cases that had recently occurred in the building? The administrator immediately denied that they were murder cases, telling Fu Chuan that they weren't murder cases and no perpetrators had been found. Moreover, those families didn't have any enemies and rarely came into contact with others, so how could it be that they were killed by someone?

  When the administrator seemed to want to tell Fu Chuan something, the administrator's boss came. The boss appeared to be very vigilant towards Fu Chuan, this stranger. He glanced at Fu Chuan and told the administrator not to let idle people enter the building.

  Fujiang could tell from his boss's behavior and the administrator's evasive gaze that there must be a problem, and it was definitely related to what happened in the building.

  Fujiang looked at the volume, and in fact, the volume also recorded that Jiahao Building was a school before its establishment, but later it was demolished and this building was built.

  The heavy yin energy in the Jiahe Building is not something that appeared overnight, but rather it has been accumulating over many years and months to form such a thick atmosphere of resentment and yin energy.

  Fu Chuan knew that something was bound to happen, so he had to figure it out. After dinner in the afternoon, Fu Chuan decided to go for a walk. He didn't call San Yang because he wanted to stroll around Jiahe Building again.

  Fuhe walked past, he had been walking for more than two hours, and when he arrived, it was exactly 9 o'clock at night. Unconsciously, he walked to the entrance of Jiahe Building and saw the administrator finish his shift with someone.

  The administrator is about sixty years old and has been working in Jiahua Building for twenty years. Fu Chuan thinks that he must know more things after the police investigation.

  Fu Chuan followed the old man all the way, and the old man seemed to have not noticed Fu Chuan following behind him. Fu Chuan also didn't want to waste time on tailing someone.

  He walked up to the administrator and said, "Old man, let's talk."

  Fujiang pointed at the big stall across the street and said, "I'll treat you to a drink."

  The manager liked wine. Someone invited him and he wouldn't refuse. He said, "Alright, young man, you're inviting me to drink, what do you want to ask? I'll tell you anything I know."

  After a few cups of wine, the administrator's mouth opened and he said that from the first glance at Fu Chuan, he knew that Fu Chuan was not an ordinary person. He asked Fu Chuan if he was a police officer, but Fu Chuan just smiled and didn't say anything, so the administrator didn't ask again.

  Fu Chuan poured two more bottles of wine for the boss, then asked him as he filled his glass: "You've been the manager of Jiahe Building for twenty years. Has anything like this ever happened in the building before?"

  They all knew what that was about. The administrator sighed and said, "Of course, there are normal deaths every month. There are many old people in the building, some of whom have children who don't live with them, and sometimes they die without anyone noticing for a long time. Last month, Old Lady Zhao died, and it was me who notified her family."

  "As for others, it's true that nothing has happened in the past twenty years."

  "So you're saying it happened before too?"

  The administrator nodded, and his eyes seemed to hold some fear, "The dead body is just like the one on the construction site twenty years ago."

  "Construction site?" Fuyang asked strangely.

  The manager nodded and said that the boss of Jiahua Building didn't know how to buy this land before, everyone thought that the boss used unfair means to buy this land from others.

  Fu Chuan asked what was going on, and the administrator told Fu Chuan in detail: "I also heard from others that before Jiahe, that place was a school, and before the school was built, it was a cemetery. It is said that many homeless people died and were buried there. Later, the place was reclaimed to build a school, and after the school was completed, strange things often happened."

  "What strange things happened in school, how did you know?" Fu Chuan asked.

  "Hey..." The administrator pointed to a worn-out window on the opposite old Tong Lau building, "I've lived in this area since I was young."

  The principal told Fu Chuan that at the time, many students and teachers had died in the school. After investigation by the police, it was said to be done by a teacher. The way the deceased died was the same as those who died in the building. It was later settled, until similar things happened again. In the end, the school could no longer have normal classes, so they sold that piece of land.

  "How did you know it wouldn't be that teacher who did it."

  The principal suddenly had tears streaming down his face. He smiled and said: "Do you believe your best friend would kill their own students, ripping out their internal organs?"

  "Do you know that teacher?" asked Fu Chuan.

  "He lived with me in the same building, we grew up together from childhood, went to school together. I didn't do well and could only work odd jobs, but he did very well and even went on to university after graduating from high school. After university, he became a teacher at a school and was very capable, winning an award for excellent teaching in his first year. His family was very proud of him, and as his friend, I felt the same way."

  "I've known him since we were kids, he's always been timid and afraid of trouble, how could he dare to do something like that, killing his own student?"

  Fu Chuan asked the administrator what happened to that friend of his, and the administrator told Fu Chuan that he had attempted suicide but did not die. Afterwards, he was diagnosed with a mental illness and has been locked up in a psychiatric hospital ever since.

  "Isn't your friend dead yet?" Fu Chuan asked.

  The administrator nodded, let out a sigh, "His family members have all passed away. Now I occasionally go to visit him. He still says the same thing, that for over thirty years he has been controlled by ghosts. But where in the world would there be ghosts?"

  Fu Chuan couldn't agree with the administrator's words. Since that person wasn't dead, Fu Chuan wanted to go see him. He asked: "Can you give me the hospital's address?"

  "Okay, I'll give it to you."

  The manager gave the address to Fu Chuan. As Fu Chuan was leaving, he asked him a question, "Do you believe there are ghosts in this world?"

  Fu Xiang threw down the cigarette butt and said: "Sometimes humans are more terrifying than ghosts, but I believe."

  Fu Chuan went to the hospital before, now good people checked the teacher's information, because the years are long gone so the information is not complete. Fu Chuan stood in the provincial archives room, he flipped out a thirty-year-old file.

  Yang Xi, 30 years old at the time, was a class teacher of Class One, Grade One, Hongchang Middle School. In 1985, he killed five students and attempted to kill himself but failed. After being diagnosed with severe paranoid schizophrenia and violent tendencies, he has been detained in a psychiatric hospital ever since.

  Fu Xiang looked at the photo in the newspaper, and he clearly saw that when Yang Xi was caught, his eyes, which were raised, shone with an eerie light. Perhaps others would think it was just a reflection from the camera, but this was obviously the ghostly eyes that appeared after being possessed by a demon.

  After a ghost possesses a human body, the person's eyes will change, but ordinary people can't see it. Only someone with spiritual power like Fu Chu can easily tell, and to determine how heavy the ghost's resentment is, one must look at the color of the eyes. Red-eyed vengeful spirits are the most ferocious.

  Fu Chuan thought the case was getting more and more interesting. The administrator told Fu Chuan that the boss of Jiahe Building had used illegal means to threaten the school principal into selling him the land, and after the principal committed suicide, the land had never been at peace again. The administrator said that the boss's family were all bad people who would use any means to make money.

  Fu Chuan didn't think it was that simple. Fu Chuan had been waiting for Xing Chengtian's information, and when he called to ask about it, Xing Chengtian said it would take a few more days, and Fu Chuan said there was no rush.

  Fuhe walked back to the bedside, looking at the lit lamp in the opposite bedroom, and suddenly felt a warmth in his heart. Sometimes he thought that being able to watch the light on the other side being turned on by someone for a lifetime was also a kind of happiness, and he could do it for a lifetime.