Chapter 5 The Tingling Sensation on My Scalp

  Half a month ago when I saw her, I only felt young and beautiful, with some regret in my heart. What a pity that such a beautiful woman is actually a fortune teller.

  In our hometown, these fortune-telling women are called "nannies", so I would feel regretful.

  Such a woman is generally not dared to approach, let alone make friends or get married. Who would want to spend their whole life with someone who is eccentric in front of outsiders?

  However, when I saw her again today, in addition to still feeling her youth and beauty, I also felt a kind of sacred and inviolable feeling. Specifically what kind of sacredness, I myself can't say, it's very vague.

  She said: You're actually a plainclothes police officer.

  I am speechless and cannot continue the conversation.

  To be honest, for more than half a month now, my senses have been numb, and I don't have much of a reaction to all the ghosts and gods. It's like when I first saw a corpse, I was scared and terrified, and felt nauseous. But after seeing so many, I suddenly didn't feel anything anymore.

  A corpse is just a corpse, just like a butcher killing pigs. No matter how many pigs are killed, they're still just pigs.

  So butchers will not feel guilty for killing pigs and will not suspect that the pigs they kill will become ghosts or something.

  I'm in this state now, these days, I've been dealing with corpses every day, and every night I see ghosts staring at me outside the window. Then I got used to it.

  Ghosts are just ghosts, they're terrifying in other people's mouths, but to me, it's just a word. Just like Meng Yao said I'm a yin police, I didn't feel anything inappropriate, it's just a name. Others call me Wang Hu, then I am Wang Hu, just a name.

  Seeing me not speaking, Meng Yao smiled and stared at me. The original smile gradually converged, and then became serious.

  She said that a person who died unjustly has much more resentment than one who dies normally. As a Yin police officer, if you don't help them redress the grievances and uphold justice, so that their grievances are cleared, those resentments will accumulate on your body. When you can no longer bear these resentments, your days will be numbered.

  I was startled and looked at her saying: "What do you mean?"

  I can roughly make out what she's saying, which is that the police don't serve ordinary people, so this policeman has basically reached the end of his career. Of course, by "days" she probably means my life.

  Meng Yao looked at Xiang Ri Hua, and then her gaze shifted to me.

  "In short, just be careful."

  Her words sent a chill down my spine, did she mean I was in danger next?

  Leaving the wooden house and returning to the crematorium, Xiang Ruihua only said one sentence to me: It's better for you to listen to her words.

  And then there was no then anymore.

  The day after that, I started having nightmares and woke up drenched in sweat every time.

  The content of the nightmare was very chaotic, with many unfamiliar faces appearing in front of me. Some flashed by quickly, while others grinned at me with a laugh that sounded like a nightingale's cry - sharp and unpleasant. On the fifth day, I couldn't take it anymore and ran to find Meng Yao.

  "What should I do?"

  She said: "I've told you before, your days are numbered."

  I still asked her what I should do.

  She finally said: "Do what an undercover cop should do."

  What is Yin Jing?

  Yin police, with a duty similar to that of real-life police. However, the yin police have no superiors, unless one counts Yan Wang alone.

  "What's the difference between Yinjing and ordinary people?"

  "She said: 'There's no difference, it's just that I can see things that normal people can't.'"

  I didn't like it when I heard this.

  You said I was wronged and now you say I'm a sinister cop. Fine, I've accepted it. But now you're saying I'm just an unarmed man?

  "Isn't this looking for death?" I said dejectedly at last.

  I really can't take it when I close my eyes and dream of all sorts of people appearing around me. At first, it was okay, but as time went on, it became more and more terrifying - headless ones, jumping zombies, mouths full of blood...

  Otherwise, I wouldn't have come to find Meng Yao and asked for her help.

  "Just do what you want to do, heaven is fair."

  Meng Yao said faintly when I was helpless.

  Then I went back to the crematorium again and was in a daze.

  Xiangrihua is not here, maybe he went out to carry a corpse. So now there's only me in this over 10 square meters dormitory, it's quite quiet.

  Usually after carrying the corpses, I and Xiang Rihua would stay in the dormitory, rarely going out. In his words, there are many taboos in the crematorium, it's best not to wander around if nothing is happening.

  In fact, I've never been reckless either. When it comes to taboos, I still understand that as long as you don't want to look for trouble yourself, it's best not to get involved with them.

  Bang, bang.

  The originally quiet outside started to have the sound of a ball being bounced.

  At first I didn't pay attention to that sound, how could there be someone playing ball in a crematorium? So I thought I must have misheard.

  Bang, bang.

  When the sound rises again with a rhythm, I will focus my attention on it, and strangely, I suddenly get a headache, one after another, feeling like hitting a wall.

  I turned my head to look out of the window, it was already late afternoon, and the sky outside was gloomy. Strange, is someone really playing ball?

  Then I heard the joyful laughter of children playing, a bit far away, but laughing very happily. It seems that some family member brought their child and didn't take care of them, so they ran out of the dormitory to play ball.

  I had seen such a scene before, where a family came to the crematorium and waited for the cremation master to burn the body and take out the ashes. The children didn't understand what was happening and were running around everywhere, laughing as they ran, without feeling any sadness at all.

  Bang, bang.

  The sound came again, this time seemingly from outside the dormitory door. My head felt the pain of hitting the wall once more, much harder than last time, and my nose felt hot, as if it was going to bleed.

  But I'm sure I was fine and far away from the wall!

  Endure the pain and take this pain as an illusion.

  "Who?" I shouted out loud. Now I'm annoyed, can't this kid play ball somewhere else?

  Besides, this is the most remote staff dormitory in the crematorium. Even the cleaning aunt who lives here is a bit strange. How did this kid end up coming here? Isn't he afraid?

  The outside suddenly became quiet, with no sound at all.

  I frowned, looking at the gate.

  It was only dusk, so the sky hadn't completely darkened yet. From the gap under the door, you could see the brightness shining in from outside. However, at this time, there was a shadow in the middle of the light shining in.

  There is someone standing outside the door!

  I can be sure that the shadow is left by someone standing outside the door blocking the light.

  Is it that little kid?

  "Is anyone there?" I called out. No one answered me, the shadow in the gap of the door moved to the right and the brightness of the gap recovered. I also breathed a sigh of relief.

  "It seems I overthought it."

  I was just thinking that there might be some dirty things coming to the door, but now it seems that it's actually a kid. Now they've gone out to play.

  I'm tired and haven't eaten dinner yet, so I'll just lie down on the bed and get ready to sleep.

  It's mainly mentally exhausting, feeling that the world I'm living in now is different from the one I used to know. The originally comfortable days have also evolved into these inexplicable days.

  Then I fell asleep, in a daze.

  I don't know how long I slept, but I heard the sound of the door opening, "creak".

  It's not surprising that the wooden door made such a sound. When I opened my eyes to take a look, all I saw was darkness, and it seemed like it was still in the middle of the night or something. Now someone has come in, and I think it must be that cold guy, Hyuga Neji.

  So I closed my eyes again and continued sleeping.

  Up till now, my mind has never been clear, just like a walking corpse who eats and waits for death, the whole person looks lazy.

  Suddenly, someone patted me on the back.

  I didn't wake up and shifted my body with my eyes closed.

  Then he slapped me again, with a bit more force than before.

  I'm getting annoyed, don't they know it's very rude to disturb others while they're sleeping?

  I shifted my body forward a bit and muttered "don't disturb me" under my breath. Finally, no one bothered me anymore.

  But I feel something unusual on my back, as if someone is stroking me with their hand, wandering around my back.

  At first I didn't mind, but later on I frowned and gradually woke up.

  This hand is not a big hand, it should be the hand of a small child. When I opened the door at that time, I saw the shadow cast by the moonlight coming in, which didn't look like Yang Hua's shadow, but rather that of a small child.

  My eyes widened instantly, and my scalp felt numb.

  "Who!!"

  I shouted loudly and immediately stood up.

  In an instant, the hand that was originally stuck to my back withdrew like lightning, and when I turned around, I saw nothing but emptiness.

  I gasped violently, rapid and forceful.

  Blackness, all I see before me is blackness.

  Only where the moonlight shines in can be seen bright, and other places are as dark as night. But for some reason, I feel that person is right in front of me in the blackness. He's hiding inside, like a wolf hiding in the darkness of night, staring at me.

  This feeling is very strong, even if all I can see in front of me is black.

  "Who are you?!" I asked aloud, my tone harsh.

  From previous judgments, this "person" should be a child, and his fear is naturally less.

  No sound, eerily quiet.

  "Let me ask you again, who are you..."

  Bang, bang, bang.

  Just then, a loud and clear footsteps came from outside, followed by the door being pushed open, and a slender figure appeared in front of me.

  There was moonlight reflecting off of it, so I couldn't see its face clearly. The entire person's facial features were hidden in the shadows. However, its height and build told me that it was Xiangrikua.

  "Bang."

  He turned on the light, and the dazzling glare made me lower my head and close my eyes. Finally, I raised my head with my eyes slightly closed to look at Xiangrikui.

  "What are you doing?" Xiang Rihua looked at me with confusion, then her eyes began to scan the room in a circle.

  "Something has found you, hasn't it?" he said again.

  I said: "Not clear."

  While I was speaking, I also looked around to see if there was anything unusual. The result was very disappointing, everything was normal.

  As for everything that happened before, it seems like a dream.

  "Where did you go today? Didn't I tell you not to leave the crematorium casually?"

  Huajun's questioning surprised me, this guy rarely speaks, in half a month, the words exchanged with me did not exceed ten sentences. What happened today? He actually said three consecutive sentences!

  "Go see Meng Yao." I replied.

  "Is it because of the warning? Before, they didn't dare to get close to you because of your identity. Later, they started to be wary of you because they were warning you. After that, they won't warn you again, and they will get close to you."

  "What do you mean, Riya?"

  When I heard Toward the Sun say that, my scalp was about to explode. Was it just because those guys who were always looking at me from the window are now approaching me?