Chapter 4: The Haunted House Raises the Dead

  "What's on your mind? You're so absorbed that your soul is being drawn in." Dr. Tian handed over a cup of warm water, indicating for Wang Cun to take his medicine.

  Although she was wearing a loose white coat, it seemed that this did not conceal her enchanting and fiery figure.

  Wang Chu took over the water cup, and the faint jasmine fragrance left on the rim of the cup made him lose his soul.

  "This can't be right! I'm not sick, why do I have to take these?" Wang Chu was puzzled, and only then did he realize that he had been brought to the hospital in a daze.

  At this time, Dr. Tian on the side smiled with joy, his smile was radiant.

  "Oh! People with mental illness usually say they're fine"

  This reply shocked Wang Chu, his mouth twitched, and he thought he had become a neurotic.

  Wang Chu had no choice. After all, this was someone else's territory. He obediently swallowed the medicine, lest he be thought to be truly ill.

  Wang Chu took over Dr. Tian's medical record and flipped through it: "Tian Mi, as sweet as her name"

  The unconscious muttering of Wang Cang made Dr. Tian's pretty face flush for a moment.

  "What... what exactly happened in your village last night? Now the top news on Weibo says that three people died in your village, and an old lady's body has gone missing. It sounds really scary."

  The prince did not think it strange.

  "That corpse ran away by itself, do you believe it?"

  The completely unexpected reply made Tian Mi's small hands clench the cup tightly, almost burying it in her chest. It made Wang Cang burst out laughing.

  What can this woman have done wrong, especially a beautiful one?

  The angry Tian Mi suddenly lifted the quilt covering Wang Cai: "Get up! Change your clothes, let's go to the police station!"

  The prince was suddenly confused, how could he get himself into trouble for such a trivial matter. He said: "I say, beauty, you're being too petty."

  "Spare me the nonsense, the police are outside. Don't believe me? Go take a look out the window yourself. I've been waiting for you for over an hour," Tian Mi said before turning around and walking away, leaving Wang Chou blinking his small eyes.

  Wang Chu thought to himself, it seemed that the people who came were going to take him away for questioning, and he wondered if they suspected him of being the murderer. In a country where the nation was prosperous and the people lived in peace and contentment, it was really unjust to be wronged like this, just like the injustice suffered by Dou E in the Yuan Dynasty.

  The old saying "If you don't do anything shameful, you won't be afraid of ghosts knocking on your door" must have lost its credibility for Wang Cang. Thinking about what happened last night still makes him shudder. He didn't owe Wang Nainai anything, yet she still wanted his life.

  The county town, Wang Cang had been here many times, but this was the first time he came to the police station. The police station in the county town was not big, just a four-story building, but no matter who stood in front of it, they would always feel a sense of inexplicable oppression. At this moment, standing at the gate of the police station, Wang Cang felt like sand under a giant rock, and the national emblem hanging high above the gate of the police station seemed so sacred and inviolable.

  Not long after

  Wang Chu was deeply suspicious that today might be his lucky day, because sitting across from him was a beautiful policewoman with a gentle face and warm smile, named Wang Ke, who was also the one interrogating him.

  Sitting next to him was the shaken Ma Dage, whose appearance initially shocked Wang Cun. He thought an old man could not have escaped the ghost's pursuit, but this old man was indeed sitting there alive and well, if it weren't for his own cleverness he would have seen King Yan last night.

  "What's your name?"

  The Crown Prince, who was still deep in thought, seemed to sink into this wonderful sound, making him infatuated.

  "Name!" The next voice was somewhat duller

  "Ah, Crown Prince," The crown prince was pulled back from his beautiful dream into reality.

  "Great, you can still speak. You are the only living witness who can speak. Tell me, what did you encounter last night?" According to Captain Ma's information brought back from the scene today, it seems that Wang Ke is very interested in what happened in the village last night.

  The prince thought about how to respond, telling the truth would definitely not be believed, but if he fabricated a story, what if he couldn't escape the police's sharp eyes, then he would be in trouble and might even be sent away.

  "Your Highness, please respond."

  "It's no use telling you, you won't believe it. If I told you, you'd be too scared to sleep at night. Look, even Old Man Ma has been frightened out of his wits." Wang Chu pointed to the stunned Mr. Ma beside him.

  "Prince Wang, you'd better confess honestly. You have a history of mental illness now." As he said this, Prince Wang's mouth seemed to be hanging with a hint of a sly smile.

  This made Wang Cang break out in a cold sweat. It seemed that if he didn't tell the truth, they would treat him as a mentally ill patient.

  Under the beauty's tyranny, the prince can only lower his head.

  "Said in a science fiction way, it's called resurrection of the dead; said in a scientific way, it's called zombies."

  The prince is praying in his heart, hoping that he will never encounter such a thing again in this life.

  "You must have watched too many horror movies, you're seriously ill," Wang Ke sneered.

  At this moment, Old Horse beside him seemed to be stimulated by Wang Cang's words, and his dark grey eyes brightened up.

  The old man's trembling voice interrupted his thoughts as he was still pondering what had happened to the old man last night that scared him so much.

  "Miss, what he said is all true."

  The two princes on the side, Wang Ke, looked at the old man who was still trembling and suddenly spoke up, also in surprise.

  King Ke was the first to recover from his surprise and smiled slightly: "It seems that this mental illness is contagious?"

  "I'm telling you, Comrade Policeman, your words have chilled me to the bone. If you don't believe me, you can go and see for yourself tonight. The village is only an hour's journey from here," said Wang Chudao.

  "Huh, what's scary about a small village? Think back to the Red Army's 15,000-mile Long March, trekking through snowy mountains and grasslands. If there really were zombies, wouldn't they have been eaten already? Be honest, hurry up and confess!" Wang Kedao said

  The prince thought to himself, what does this Red Army Long March have to do with you, taking a crown as a heart and killing yourself.

  Before he could answer, Old Horse beside him chimed in

  "Miss, let me tell you what I saw last night. If you don't believe it, just take it as a story." Old Master Ma coughed a few times before continuing.

  "Last night, the four of us kept watch beside Grandma Li Yu's body. It was a long and sleepless night, so we started playing mahjong. I don't know how long we played, but suddenly a gust of wind blew open the window in the room with a loud bang. The wind made me feel chilly all over. Luckily, Grandpa Sun had the courage to go and close it. You don't know that the window was right above the deceased's head."

  At this point, Wang Ke couldn't help but shiver at the mention of Wang Chu.

  "When Grandpa Sun returned to the table, he said he had an emergency, and I was surprised that he suddenly had an emergency when he was fine just now. Looking at his flustered expression, I initially thought it was because he was constipated or something, but I didn't pay much attention to it. However, after waiting for a long time without seeing him return, Li Xiaozhi (Li Uncle) across from me suddenly said that he went out to smoke a cigarette. At that moment, I found it strange that Li Xiaozhi would think of the old man when smoking. When he left, he was also in a hurry. To say that Grandpa Sun's emergency and flustered state were understandable, but for Li Xiaozhi to be anxious because of his nicotine addiction didn't make sense." Ma Da Ye said this as if he had thought of something that would happen later, his voice began to tremble even more, and subconsciously pulled out a pack of ** brand cigarettes from his pocket, lit one up and started smoking. It seemed like Wang Ke also tacitly agreed, although generally speaking, smoking was not allowed in the police station.

  Grandfather Sun's trembling hands held a cigarette, making people worry that it would fall and burn him at any moment.

  In just over 10 seconds, a cigarette was smoked up.

  "I watched Li's nephew, the fleeting back figure, and I felt a chill run down my spine. You know what I saw?" Old Master Ma paused for a moment.

  Wang Ke and Wang Chu seemed to be listening with rapt attention.

  "My peripheral vision seemed to have seen the corpse sit up, scaring me into a cold sweat. I suspected if I was getting old and seeing things, but it turned out I wasn't seeing things. When I looked over again, the corpse was already sitting on the edge of the bed, about to walk towards us."

  Old Master Ma's voice seemed to become hoarse as he spoke to this point, his throat seeming to choke up.

  "I was watching Li Dage, who was sleeping with his back to the corpse, and I had a wicked thought in my heart. If I pulled Li Dage along with me, maybe he wouldn't have died." At this time, Ma Dage was already wailing "It's all my fault that Li Dage is dead".

  "Grandpa, don't be too sad," Wang comforted him, casually pulling out a few paper towels from the table and handing them to him. Although she didn't believe in superstition, Mr. Ma's words just now had also given her a chill.

  "Alright, it's your turn." Wang Ke raised his chin and glared at Wang Chu.

  "Officer, you also heard the story just now. This is fundamentally not a man-made case. Besides, even if I said it, you wouldn't believe me. It's as good as not saying it," Wang Cang replied.

  "Alright, then I'll ask you two questions. How did the five holes on Li's chest come from? And where is Grandfather Sun's body?" Wang Ke saw that Wang Chu was not cooperating and his tone turned stern.

  "I'm telling you, don't get angry, it's just this: I'll tell you, whether you believe it or not is up to you. Those five holes were made by zombie fingernails, and they even pierced the shipboard. You didn't find Old Man Sun's corpse because his body has already been eaten by the zombies."

  Old Ma heard the conversation between the two and was shocked. He did not expect that the first two to escape would actually meet with disaster.

  In the past, rural people would dig a cave about 2-3 meters long, wide and deep underground. In winter, they would put radishes, mountain potatoes and other vegetarian dishes in to prevent freezing. Mr. Ma was lucky enough to escape by hiding here last night. Soon after he hid in the cave, he heard something being dragged, making a rustling sound, passing over his head.

  The speed of information dissemination in the Information Age is truly admirable, with tens of thousands of messages about the death of Shanhu Village appearing on the internet in just half a day, sparking heated discussions.

  Some netizens say that the murderer is too cunning and created a series of bizarre events, while others speculate that the murderer may be from Shanhu Village. Of course, more people attribute all this to ghosts and gods for explanation.

  The prince also posted "I am a personal experience, you have to believe me, these are not done by living people!!!!"

  Wang Chu came out of the police station and was sent to that hospital again. As for the hospital's explanation, Wang Chu was also helpless, saying that he still needed to be observed for a few days. After thinking about it carefully, the hospitalization fee had not yet expired, so staying in the hospital was not bad either. At least there would often be beautiful nurses and doctors to look at, which made him feel quite pleased.

  After Wang Chu finished sending the message, he threw his mobile phone on the head of the bed, leaned against the bedside, and gazed at the setting sun in the west with a thoughtful expression.

  Before long, a clear mobile phone ringtone broke his thoughts, and he picked up the bedside phone.

  "Hello, who is it?"

  But on the other end of the phone, there was complete silence.