False evidence

Chapter 474 Painted Skin (24)

Old K then said to me, "You said the triple room you stayed in last night actually had three coffins inside. From what I can see, those coffins were empty?"

"It shouldn't be." I clearly remember that when Yan Fengwei kicked it, there was a sound coming from inside the coffin. It was as if something inside the coffin had been shaken.

Old K sighed, "You guys really should have opened that coffin and taken a look."

His words really got to me. If those three coffins were real, what were inside?
If there's a person inside, is they dead or alive? If they're alive, then who could it be...?

I didn't have time to think any further. I pressed my face against the coffin and listened carefully, but I didn't hear any movement inside.

I rubbed my hands vigorously on my clothes, walked to one end of the coffin, grabbed the coffin lid with both hands, and lifted it upwards with force.

After straining for a while, we managed to lift the coffin just a crack. Suddenly, Old K gestured to me, signaling me to stop and not move.

A mere centimeter gap wasn't enough to see what was inside the coffin. But Old K kept his eyes fixed on the coffin, as if deep in thought.

I didn't dare disturb him. Fortunately, the coffin lid wasn't too heavy, so I just kept holding the coffin lid still.

Old K's eyes suddenly darted around, and he pulled something out of his pocket. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be an ordinary-looking measuring tape.

At first glance, the only unique feature of this measuring tape is that the exposed end is not a 90-degree iron plate, but rather two small metal hooks the size of fishhooks. And these two hooks are facing opposite directions.

Old K gestured to me again, and this time his expression became unusually serious.

He pointed the flashlight at his chest, brought it close to the gap in the open coffin, squinted, and then aimed the end of the measuring tape at the gap.

Then, I witnessed another amazing scene.

As we all know, the measuring tape commonly used by carpenters can retract automatically, but it still needs to be stretched manually.

Old K is now holding a flashlight in one hand and a measuring tape in the other.

He aimed the measuring tape at the seam of the coffin, and without any obvious movement of his hands, the measuring tape silently emerged from the measuring tape box.

In addition, I also found that there were no markings on the ruler, and it seemed to have been specially treated so that it was not visible in a relatively dim environment unless you looked closely.

As the measuring tape was stretched, the hook at the front end had already penetrated into the coffin.

Old K's eyesight wasn't good, but his hands were incredibly steady. I saw him turn his face to the side towards me, expressionless, as if he were listening with his ears alone.

The ruler was still stretching, and I could see that his right pinky finger, which was holding the ruler, was making a subtle, repetitive motion.

Suddenly, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, revealing a smug smile.

The next second, he opened his mouth but didn't say a word: "Open the coffin."

I quickly pushed the coffin lid up a little more and towards the back.

With a dull thud, the coffin was pushed open more than a foot wide.

At that moment, Old K made a move with extreme speed.

Our goal was to see what was inside the coffin, and now we have achieved that.

Seeing Old K nod at me, I took out my phone, without turning on the flash, just turning on the screen, and climbed up one end of the bench to look into the coffin.

This one look was quite alarming; I felt like my scalp was about to explode.

There were people in the coffins, and more than one.

Inside, a man and a woman were lying side by side. Judging from their appearance, they were the restaurant owners, whom I had seen during the day!

Both were dressed in funeral clothes, their faces made up—not normal makeup, of course, but rather a completely white face with only red lips and bright blush. They looked exactly like two dead people! They were perfectly fine during the day, how could they have died so suddenly?

No, there were only the two of them in the shop. Even if they died suddenly, why would they be dressed in funeral clothes, made up as corpses, and lying in a coffin?
I tapped the screen again, mustered my courage, and stuck the phone into the coffin to take a closer look.

Both of their chests were still rising and falling rhythmically; they were not dead.

I jumped off the bench and started walking outside.

The boss and his wife are in coffins, so who is on the bed in the back room?

Without asking any questions, Old K followed them to the back room and, once again, quickly unlocked the door.

I simply turned on the flash and went to the bedside to look at it.

Upon seeing the two people on the bed, I felt a chill run from the soles of my feet to the top of my head, and my teeth chattered incessantly.

The two people lying on the bed, one of whom was Cao Xinyun, whom they could not contact, and the other was not Yan Fengwei.

To be precise, it wasn't a person, at least not a living person, but rather a wax figure the same size as a normal person.

In a flash, I made a crucial decision.

I pulled off my soaking wet coat, tiptoed onto the bed, and suddenly draped it over Cao Xinyun's head.

He was indeed fast asleep, but was suddenly awakened and immediately struggled to resist.

I didn't care about anything else. I tightened my coat with one hand and put it around his neck, while I reached under his ribs with the other hand and dragged him up.

He was sleeping inside the bed when I pulled him off the 'wax figure' with a sudden jerk. We tripped over the blanket and both of us fell off the bed to the floor, rolling around in a heap.

Cao Xinyun groaned as he fell, but muttered through gritted teeth, "No one can take Xiaofeng away from me, not even the Heavenly King himself!"

Having achieved my goal, I no longer held back and muttered in a low voice, "You little brat, it's your grandpa Sanqi here! Hand over your money and underwear, or I'll kill your whole family!"

Cao Xinyun suddenly froze, then sat up abruptly.

I got up before him and stood side by side with Old K, who had witnessed the whole thing, between him and the bed.

Cao Xinyun ripped off his coat and glared at us. "What are you doing here?"

Old K stopped me and asked, "Where do you think this is?"

"My home!"

Cao Xinyun visibly trembled after saying only one sentence.

That's because he had already realized that this wasn't the environment he had imagined.

"I've been infected again!" He got up and tilted his head to look behind me.

"You should be prepared, the person in bed isn't good-looking." I gave him a heads-up, and at the same time, I reassured myself.

Cao Xinyun knew he had probably fallen for someone's scheme again, but he didn't mince words, "Look at you, did you just crawl out of a septic tank? There's no one uglier than you..."

He suddenly stopped talking, his eyes widened, revealing an extremely terrified expression, and as he backed away, he pointed behind me and said, "Be...be careful!"

I sensed something was wrong and instinctively grabbed Old K and shoved him forward. Just as I was about to run, I felt a hand drape over my head from behind…

(End of this chapter)