The Terror of the Heavens Begins with Gu

Chapter 211 Analysis and Corpse Oil

"Nanyang? Why are you asking about Nanyang now?" Zhang Lemin tried to take the child from Lin Jiabi's arms. "Take the child to the hospital first. This wound isn't shallow, and it happened in a place like this. Was it cut by glass over there? Be careful that nothing bad happens to the child..."

Lin Jiabi pulled the child into her arms: "I'm asking you, do you still remember your trip to Southeast Asia?"

Zhang Lemin finally noticed that something was wrong with Lin Jiabi.

He looked up at Lin Jiabi and asked anxiously, "Why are you asking about this now? Is it related to what's happening here? Take the child to the hospital first, and I'll talk to you about it when I get back."

As Lin Jiabi followed Zhang Lemin outside, she repeated, "Tell me, what exactly happened in Southeast Asia!"

She also knew she had to take the child to the hospital as soon as possible.

Just because a child appears to have no problems doesn't mean that the child is actually fine.

The strangeness she witnessed in Li Zhen made her dare not be careless in the slightest.

But how could she feel at ease before the matter was thoroughly investigated?

This matter concerns the life and death of her child.

After taking an umbrella from behind the door, Zhang Lemin helped Lin Jiabi and her son shield themselves from the rain before they walked together to the car parked outside the courtyard.

He first helped Lin Jiabi and her son into the passenger seat, and then Zhang Lemin climbed into the driver's seat himself.

The car sped forward.

Zhang Lemin glanced at Lin Jiabi's expression, knowing that the matter couldn't be hidden, so he said casually, "I went to Southeast Asia three years ago to investigate the collusion between local criminals and criminals there. I didn't stay there for more than a few days. After receiving orders, I returned to Hong Kong Island."

"Nothing else happened?" Lin Jiabi clearly didn't believe that things were that simple.

"What could happen?" Zhang Leming asked in return.

Seeing that Lin Jiabi did not speak, he changed the subject and said, "Uncle Biao is dead... He was going to retire in two days, and he was just killed. His body is hanging on a tree."

"We put him down and sent the body to the morgue for an autopsy."

The child started crying again.

Lin Jiabi patted the child on the back.

Zhang Lemin continued, "Do you remember that prisoner named Lin Chao? Thirteen years ago, he robbed Baofeng Bank and was shot in the back of the head by me, but he didn't die."

"He was released later, and not long after, a senior police officer was killed and his service weapon disappeared."

"Both of these cases are highly likely to have been committed by Lin Chao. The police officer who was killed a few years ago was also involved in his robbery."

Lin Jiabi suddenly said, "The child's wound was caused by someone stabbing him with a knife!"

With a screech, the car suddenly stopped.

Zhang Lemin looked at Lin Jiabi with a serious expression: "Tell me, Jiabi, what exactly happened!"

Lin Jiabi said, "An hour ago, I suddenly felt a splitting headache and also saw some hallucinations. I don't know what happened."

"Just then, three people suddenly came out of the study. I don't know how they got there or when they arrived; they just walked out like that."

"That man told me that my child and I were under a curse, and that someone wanted to harm me..."

She recounted what Li Zhen had said in general terms, and then described in detail how Li Zhen had removed the curse from the child.

Zhang Lemin, who had been watching the child, waited until Lin Jiabi finished speaking before slowly asking, "You said that person was covered in wounds? And when the... curse was lifted, a lot of flesh and blood fell off his body?"

Recalling the scene, Lin Jiabi said with lingering fear, "Yes, he had many wounds on his body, not ordinary wounds... The kind of injuries where you could see the bones in his body, in many places... If it were an ordinary person, he would have died long ago."

"But he didn't die, he's still alive and well, his flesh and blood are still in the room, I didn't clean it up."

Zhang Lemin's face turned extremely ugly.

He opened his phone, searched for a photo, and showed it to Lin Jiabi: "Is this it?"

Lin Jiabi glanced at him and said, "No, they look different. By the way, he said his name is Li Zhen. I don't know which Li or which Zhen, it's just the pronunciation."

"Detective Li?" Zhang Lemin took back his phone. "Is it really a curse?"

“I don’t know. He asked me for a clean set of clothes and asked me how to get to the largest cemetery. I gave him directions, and then he drove my car away.”

"A cemetery? Beishan Cemetery?"

Lin Jiabi did not answer, but said seriously, "I am not joking, nor am I exaggerating. If what he said is true, if he hadn't appeared, my child and I might... might have been killed!"

As she spoke, she began to sob.

Zhang Lemin leaned forward, hugged Lin Jiabi, and comforted her, "I won't let anyone hurt you and the child!"

Lin Jiabi raised her head, her eyes blurry with tears, and looked at Zhang Lemin: "He said it's related to your trip to Southeast Asia. Can't you tell me what happened there?"

“That’s all his side of the story. There’s no such thing as black magic.” Zhang Lemin sat back in the driver’s seat and started the car again. “The important thing now is to take the child to the hospital to see what’s going on.”

Hearing this, Lin Jiabi, being a smart woman, knew that Zhang Lemin was definitely hiding something from her, and she became increasingly uneasy.

What things would a man hide from his wife?
What could possibly bring misfortune upon his wife and children?

“You’ll kill the child,” Lin Jiabi said finally.

Zhang Lemin remained silent.

Half an hour later, the car stopped outside the hospital.

After taking Lin Jiabi and her child to the hospital, Zhang Lemin found a familiar hospital to have the child examined. Then he took out his phone and dialed a number.

"Hey, Brother Chen, something's happened here. Could you come over? I'm at the hospital. Okay, I'll wait for you here."

After hanging up the phone, he turned and walked into the doctor's office, watching the doctor examine the child.

Zhang Lemin breathed a sigh of relief after hearing the doctor say that the child was fine.

The doctor told the couple that if they were worried about their child's health, they could have more tests done.

Lin Jiabi quickly expressed her gratitude to the doctor and hoped that the child would undergo more examinations.

While waiting for the child's check-up, a man who bore a striking resemblance to Hong Kong star Lam Suet walked into the hospital in the rain.

Upon seeing this person, Zhang Lemin greeted him, "Brother Chen." "What happened? Why did you call me out so urgently?" He Chen asked curiously.

Zhang Lemin turned around and greeted Lin Jiabi, who was carrying a child out of a consultation room. He then pulled He Chen aside and briefly recounted what he had heard from Lin Jiabi.

Upon hearing Zhang Lemin mention that someone had found his home, He Chen, a police officer with many years of experience, immediately interjected, "Could it be Lin Chao who found your house?"

Zhang Lemin shook his head: "It's even more complicated than that."

He continued speaking, picking up where he left off.

Upon hearing Zhang Lemin mention the keyword "black magic," He Chen frowned and took out a cigarette from his pocket.

After listening to Zhang Lemin's words, He Chen lit a cigarette, took a puff, and said, "You don't believe that it's a curse? I've been a police officer longer than you, and I've seen more strange things than you. That's probably why you asked me to come here."

"If you're asking for my opinion, then I'll tell you, I believe your wife and children are under a curse, and the person who came to your house is probably a sorcerer, but I don't know if his actions were to save your children or what he wanted."

"The methods of sorcerers are very mysterious. Unless you seek out one of their peers, it is very difficult for an ordinary person to deal with a sorcerer."

Zhang Lemin asked in a deep voice, "Are there really sorcerers?"

He Chen is a senior police officer in the police station who knows the most about supernatural matters. Whenever people in the police station encounter something supernatural, they consult He Chen.

This time, the case of tracking Lin Chao was handled by Zhang Lemin and He Chen.

After much deliberation, Zhang Lemin finally called He Chen out for help when all else failed.

Just as He Chen was about to speak, he suddenly heard a nurse say, "Sir, smoking is not allowed here. If you want to smoke, please go outside. Thank you."

"Oh, sorry, sorry." He Chen quickly found a place to put out the cigarette in his hand.

Walking back to Zhang Lemin's side, he said, "I can say for sure that sorcerers do exist. Your wife has already met them. If you don't believe your wife, there's nothing I can do."

"However, if you don't take action, something might happen that you'll regret for the rest of your life."

Zhang Lemin slapped his forehead: "This is the first time I've ever seen something like this. How could I believe such a thing so easily?"

“That’s normal.” He Chen nodded. “The problem now is, what happened to you in Southeast Asia? If you don’t tell me, things will get more and more complicated, and I won’t be able to offer any advice.”

After a moment of silence, Zhang Lemin said with a wry smile, "It might be related to a woman..."

He Chen understood immediately and exclaimed in surprise, "You dare to mess with women from Southeast Asia?! Wow, you're incredibly audacious. Now that you've caused this mess, it's going to be hard to clean up. But now that you think about it, it makes sense."

"You've gotten yourself into trouble, and now people are coming after you, targeting your wife and children first. This is a real problem."

Zhang Lemin said, "At least... this matter should have nothing to do with Lin Chao."

"That's not necessarily true," He Chen calmly analyzed. "It's too much of a coincidence that Uncle Biao had an accident right afterward, and then your wife and children had one too."

"You need to understand that your wife and children's accident is just the prelude; what they really want is you."

"Both you and Uncle Biao are involved in the Lin Chao case; it can't be such a coincidence."

Zhang Lemin frowned and said, "Could it be that what that person said was false? Was this all arranged by Lin Chao?"

He Chen shook his head and said, "It's hard to say. Right now, besides Lin Chao, who knows if he did it? But Uncle Biao's death isn't that simple either. The autopsy results will be out tomorrow, and we'll definitely see something different then."

Zhang Lemin said, "Could Uncle Biao's death also be related to black magic?"

He Chen nodded: "I've said before that Uncle Biao's scorched chin is very strange. Now it seems that it's very likely related to black magic. Only black magic could be so evil. What are you going to do now?"

Zhang Lemin hesitated and asked, "If we bring more people, will we be able to find that person at the cemetery?"

He Chen looked at the dark, rainy night: "It's not easy to find someone at this time of year, and no one is willing to go with you to look for someone."

“I don’t recommend you do that until things are clear. If the other party does something to your wife and children, it will be too late to regret it.”

"If you don't know what to do, why don't you consult an expert to see if your wife and children are under a curse? If they are, going to the hospital for a checkup won't help."

“I know a Tantric master with profound magical powers. If you decide to meet him, I will take you there immediately.”

……

On a rainy night, a man wearing a hooded raincoat limped into a small alley.

Just as he reached the end of the elephant enclosure, a hand suddenly reached out from the house next door, grabbed the man's collar, and pulled him to a tree nearby.

Behind that hand was the young man whose face was covered in dotted scars.

"Didn't we agree to each do our own thing? Why are you in such a hurry to find me?" The man in the raincoat said in a low voice after recognizing who had grabbed him.

The man with a pockmarked face said weakly, "Things have changed. I failed to kill him. I need corpse oil! I need a lot of corpse oil! I smell corpse oil on you. Give me the corpse oil now!"

The man in the raincoat pushed away the pockmarked man: "Didn't you say you had collected the hair from that mother and child, and that everything was foolproof? Now you're telling me the murder failed?"

The pockmarked man gritted his teeth and said, "A very powerful person stopped me from killing and even injured me. I need corpse oil, give it to me now!"

The man in the raincoat took out a small bottle, about the size of a thumb, from under his clothes.

The pockmarked man snatched the bottle, frantically opened the cap, and greedily took a sip like an addict, then poured every last drop into his mouth.

The man in the raincoat, who had been observing coldly, asked, "A very powerful person stopped you from killing? What exactly happened? As far as I know, there are no powerful people over there, and certainly no one who could stop you."

The pockmarked man let out a satisfied sigh: "He's a very powerful person. In my current state, I'm no match for him. I need more corpse oil! Without it, I'll die at his hands."

The man in the raincoat spread his hands: "Where am I supposed to find corpse oil for you? They're chasing us so hard right now. If I keep killing people, I'll die a much worse death than you."

"Without corpse oil, I can't kill them, mother and child, nor can I kill him. You need to think of a way."

"Are you some kind of deity, able to have whatever you want?"

"You don't want revenge anymore?"

The man in the raincoat fell silent.

After a long while, he said in a numb voice, "I know a place that can find you a large amount of corpse oil in a short time, but it involves some risk."

"Where?"

"The morgue!"

(End of this chapter)