Chapter 2: Goddess in Wide Clothes

  Wasn't that thing some kind of cyst? I couldn't help but feel another wave of nausea, and yet I still held it up to my nose for a sniff!

  He hastily picked up the phone and ran into the stairwell to call a junior high school classmate who was pursuing a Ph.D. at Shanghai University of Traditional Chinese Medicine.

  "Hello, is this Jiang Junpeng? I'm Lin You."

  After a few pleasantries, I got straight to the point: "Junpeng, help me out. I have something weird here that might be a cyst... no, not that I have a cyst, but rather, I accidentally found this strange thing that looks like a dried-up cyst organ. You're a medical doctor, take a look and tell me what it is?"

  Jiang Junpeng didn't understand what I was saying at all. After fabricating a lie, he finally asked me to send him the photo to take a look. I promised him that I would take a good photo tonight and upload it to QQ for him.

  "Didn't you say you saw similar pictures online? Just send me that picture and I'll take a look!"

  I scratched my head and found myself to be quite stupid. Actually, whether the cyst in the picture will become the thing at home after drying, I couldn't say for sure, it was just a hunch.

  I hung up the phone and quickly took a screenshot of the picture and sent it to him.

  Jiang Junpeng quickly replied to me, he had never seen such a cyst and it was very likely not a human organ. However, for the sake of caution, he still wanted to show it to a classmate who specialized in tumor studies and asked me to wait for news.

  Isn't it a human organ? Could it be... some kind of organ from that black cat in the morgue cabinet?

  I couldn't wait any longer, so I hurriedly ran out to call my classmate Wang Haidong, who was studying for a Ph.D. in biological sciences at China Agricultural University. Another lie. Alas, although everyone tells at least 20 lies a day, making up lies has almost become my second career, and I don't want it to be like this either. Finally, he couldn't withstand my persistence and asked me to send him the real photos to take a look. I immediately said that I would send the photos to his QQ mailbox tonight.

  After hanging up the phone, I remembered that Wang Yongshun had mentioned "cat" twice in the table of contents at the back of his diary. I couldn't help but wonder: could it be that he killed the black cat to remove some kind of cystic organ from its body, and then used the smell or something emitted by this thing to control Xiao Lüqi or other living dead people?

  Back at the company, I couldn't focus on work anymore. Although Wang Yongshun had thrown that white peach-shaped thing into my home, there was another one in his office drawer. If he took that other one and broke into my house, controlling Xiao Luqi to take her away, what could I do?

  It seems that in order to keep Xiaoluqi's body safe, we must change our location as soon as possible.

  I just finished making a PPT and sent it to Director Wang, then I immediately opened 58.com to start looking for a house.

  One room costs at least 1,500 a month. For me, who has always been short of money, this is no small expense.

  After work, I hastily ate a late dinner at the Sha County snack bar and then ran to a nearby small furniture store, bought a large wooden bucket, and asked the boss to help me deliver it to my doorstep.

  Back home, as soon as I opened the door, I saw what Momo had done: scattering cat litter all over the floor. The biggest advantage of this type of clumping cat litter is that when the cat urinates or defecates, it immediately absorbs the solid waste, forming a compact lump that stays dry and has less odor. However, it sticks to the cat's leg hair, and as they walk around, it falls off, covering the entire floor with a mess.

  I picked up Momo, removed the cat litter stuck to its paws, and scolded it again. Perhaps because my voice was a bit loud, Comrade Momo showed great stress, blinking its eyes non-stop, making it seem like I was bullying it.

  After training MoMo, I moved the TV and tablecloth on top of the refrigerator, took a look, and Xiao Luqi was still there. I let out a sigh of relief, first turning off the freezer, opening the glass door to let her thaw for a bit. Then I fed MoMo. This little guy's appetite is getting bigger and bigger, his small teeth crunching away at the kitten food. I went back to the bedroom, grabbed a tissue from the bedside table, wrapped up that white peach-shaped thing in it and laid it out on the desk, took a photo and sent it to Wang Haidong.

  Before long, the large barrel was delivered to the door. The boss enthusiastically wanted to move the barrel in, and I hastily declined with thanks. One person huffed and puffed as they moved the barrel into the bathroom, where it just fit.

  The wooden bucket was in place and the water temperature had been adjusted. I suddenly felt tense - was I really going to help her take a bath?

  I bought a watch last year! It's gone! Old men can't be so cowardly! I patted my face, cheered myself up, changed into a t-shirt and shorts, put on slippers, and walked to the fridge.

  Xiao Luqi lay there with a blank expression, looking like she was waiting to be slaughtered. I took two deep breaths and carried her out.

  Wherever I touch, it's icy cool.

  Her head rested casually on my shoulder, with one hand placed on her own chest. Due to the freezing, her chest barely moved, as if it had frozen into an ice lump. However, all the joints were still fine and could move freely. I put her in a large wooden bucket that already had half a bucket of water in it. The bucket was not long enough, so she could only sit inside with her legs curled up. I used a showerhead to wet her hair, applied shampoo, and gently massaged her scalp.

  Okay, you must have noticed too, I didn't take off the hospital gown she was wearing.

  Don't dare, to be honest, don't dare. However...

  Who can tell me, with such long hair on girls, how do they wash it? My hair is very short, just apply some shampoo and rub a few times to finish. Facing such long hair, I can only start by inserting my fingers into the hair, sliding down, combing it smooth, then rubbing it segment by segment like washing clothes. Don't know if this is right or not. And also don't dare to use force, afraid of damaging her beautiful hair.

  Her hair was well-maintained, with a deep black color that had a somewhat ambiguous hue under the dim light of an old incandescent bulb. This color reminded me of the many times I fantasized about campus dates, where we'd walk under the hazy streetlights, surrounded by dense willow trees casting dappled shadows on the road. I'd hold hands with a girl, strolling carelessly, chatting idly, our footsteps light and our mood relaxed. Maybe she'd hum a gentle tune, occasionally squeezing my hand in sync with her heartbeat... As I gently stroked her hair, I couldn't help but indulge in such daydreams.

  If she could wake up and make this scene come true... Oh God, whatever I have to pay for it, I'm willing.

  It took about half an hour to wash it all off, thread by thread. The water in the bucket had long since cooled down, so I opened the plug and drained it. Then I used the shower head to rinse it, front and back, three times, before there were no more suds left.

  Uh... Next, is it time to take off clothes?

  Okay. I started by feeling for the buttons with my eyes closed. But after undoing only two, I gave up. When the third button just wouldn't come undone, I had no choice but to open my eyes and take a look...

  He drew in a breath of cool air.

  Two buttons undone, her... deep... you know what, was just inches away from me.

  I couldn't help but swallow hard. Forgive me, Lord, seeing such a deep cleavage line is absolutely an instinctive physiological reaction.

  And the third button was hard to undo because her pair of plump little white rabbits, with the melting of the ice, became elastic and tightly pressed against the clothes. Although their owner showed no signs of life, but the two of them... seemed unable to hold back the urge to jump out of this slightly narrow hospital gown.

  I hesitated at once.

  When the term "diaosi" became popular, a friend once told me that to determine whether a man is a diaosi or not, it's not about how handsome he is or if he has money, but rather his attitude when facing a goddess.

  This is so true.

  After hesitating for a moment, I still gritted my teeth and opened the button. Then...

  A pair of little white rabbits, jumping in the grass thicket, jumping and jumping...

  I never believed in nosebleeds, but at that moment, my nostrils really felt warm! The bright red blood seemed to be about to burst out in rhythm...

  Although I deeply understand that the deep-seated reason why men are so fascinated with these two white objects and the two delicate pink decorations on top is an uncontrollable Oedipus complex towards their mother who nursed them as infants, however...

  Go psychoanalyze him! Go find excuses for his self-consolation! I'm just being stubborn, what's it to you?!