Mysterious Resurrection: Starting with Controlling Sadako

Chapter 52 Strange Gaze

Faced with this woman who was most likely connected to the ghosts in the film and television industry, Wang Liang wanted to know more.

"A family held a memorial service for their daughter on the seventh day after her death, and everyone in the village actually went. That family must be very influential in the village?"

The hunchbacked old man shook his head.

"Well, it's hard to say. Anyway, we're all from the same village, so let's help each other out."

"Then why don't you go?"

"Me? I think I'll pass, it's not worth it."

Looking at the old man's hesitant expression, Wang Liang could tell that something was wrong.

He pondered for a moment, then spoke:

"How about this, sir, do you have any spare rooms at home? Since you've decided to contribute money to attend the seventh day after someone's death, my brother and I would like to stay here for a few days. How about we pay you rent, 500 a day? My brother will pay; he's not short of money."

"Five hundred a day?!"

The hunchbacked old man was taken aback and looked at Zhou Kun next to Wang Liang. He hadn't expected this stern-faced young man to be so rich.

Seeing that Zhou Kun didn't respond, Wang Liang nudged Zhou Kun with his elbow.

Zhou Kun's lips twitched slightly, but he still nodded.

"Well, alright then. I have two empty rooms. We can have a meal there, and then you should leave as soon as possible. There's no point in staying here."

The hunchbacked old man ultimately couldn't resist the allure of money and agreed. He rubbed his not-so-good knees, sighed, put his hands behind his back, bent over, and led the way to his place in the village.

"Come on, let me show you the room. I really don't understand you young people. What's the point of participating in the seventh day after someone's death? Why bother? You don't even know the person. You're just making things unlucky for yourselves and losing money."

Wang Liang followed behind the old man with a smile, as did Zhou Kun.

"It's all here."

The hunchbacked old man's house was considered quite good in the village, a two-story brick and tile house.

The old man gave Wang Liang and Zhou Kun two rooms on the first floor for them to stay overnight.

After telling them which room it was, the old man went out again, not worried at all that Wang Liang and his companion would steal from his house, and simply left.

However, the old man didn't go to the wellhead or the cemetery to the north. Instead, he wandered off in another direction by himself, and no one knew what he was doing.

After the old man left, Zhou Kun said to Wang Liang in the room:

“Something’s not right here. Things related to burials and the seventh day after death are prone to problems. If your source is correct, then the paranormal events that might happen here are definitely related to the family that had the incident during their seventh-day memorial service.”

"The obvious thing."

Wang Liang went to the window of the room, glanced at the strange village outside, and then turned to Zhou Kun and said:
"The paranormal events here should begin in a little over a day, on the seventh day after the death. I'll stay here and wait for the seventh day. It's not too late for you to leave and not get involved."

Zhou Kun rejected Wang Liang's suggestion without hesitation.

"What are you talking about? If we encounter a paranormal event, we should resolve it. Besides, this is my territory. You, the person in charge of Da'an City, haven't left. How can I leave? In fact, I am the one who should be most responsible for the people in this village."

"Really? You're quite an interesting person."

Wang Liang smiled and shook his head, then took out a one-inch photo and flicked it over.

Zhou Kun took the one-inch photo that floated over, glanced at Wang Liang's indifferent expression in the photo, and then looked up at the real Wang Liang.

"What does it mean?"

"It would be a shame for someone like you to die. Zhou Zheng and I have fought against vengeful ghosts side by side. Here's a photo of you; it might save your life in a critical moment."

Zhou Kun listened to Wang Liang's words, looking thoughtfully at the passport photo in his hand. "You can release supernatural phenomena through photos?"

"You'll know when the time comes."

"So what do we do now?"

Unbeknownst to him, Zhou Kun had begun to prioritize Wang Liang's opinions.

Wang Liang squinted and looked north.

"Let's go see how they prepared for the seventh day after death. Almost the entire village went."

Wang Liang and Zhou Kun arrived at the cemetery on the north side of the village, a place where almost all the able-bodied men in the village came to prepare for the seventh day after the death of their father.

As he approached, Wang Liang saw dozens of villagers, young and old, scattered around the cemetery.

Some of the adults were setting up platforms and arranging wreaths.

Some were cooking in a pot, preparing food for everyone, and they were not only cooking for the living, but also cooking for the dead with preservatives.

Even those who had nothing else to do didn't go home. Instead, they moved a few chairs to the side, gathered together to chat, and laughed and joked with each other. There didn't seem to be any sad atmosphere.

A group of children were playing around the cemetery, throwing stones at each other, dodging and yelling, as if they were simulating a battle.

A band playing funeral music with gongs and drums played nearby, and the mournful sound of the suona became increasingly jarring to Wang Liang's ears.

Wang Liang and Zhou Kun didn't go over. They stood on a small slope in the distance, observing the group of people, trying to find the Li family members the hunchbacked old man had mentioned, who were also the family members of the main characters in this funeral.

Although he didn't know them, after looking around, Wang Liang felt that a couple standing in front of the tombstone looked more like the people he was looking for.

Judging from its location and the surrounding furnishings, the rather new tombstone should be the one where Old Li's daughter was buried.

The two people standing in front of the tombstone seemed out of place compared to the others around them. Their faces were shrouded in an unyielding gloom, and they stared at the photos on the tombstone, occasionally exchanging words.

The grave behind the tombstone has been piled up, forming a small mound, indicating that the person has already been buried.

This was somewhat different from what Wang Liang had expected. It seemed that no one in this family had the custom of keeping the body in the mourning hall for the first seven days after death and then burying the deceased after the seventh day after death; they buried the body very early.

Wang Liang and Zhou Kun stood there. Several villagers had already seen them, but no one came over to greet them or ask who they were. They glanced at them a few times and then pretended they didn't exist, continuing with their own business.

However, Wang Liang felt that the villagers who noticed them were looking at them with strange eyes. It didn't feel like the surprise and doubt that people would have when they saw strangers in the village. Their gazes carried a strange feeling that made people feel uncomfortable.

"Should we go over there?" Zhou Kun asked in a low voice.

"No, go back."

"what?"

Wang Liang turned and left, as if he had made up his mind. Zhou Kun quickly followed.

However, after leaving the cemetery area, Zhou Kun discovered that Wang Liang did not return immediately, but instead wandered around the village.

'I see, so we need to familiarize ourselves with the terrain first before taking action?'

Zhou Kun felt he understood Wang Liang's behavior. In the past, he had been too direct in handling things. When he encountered paranormal events, he would rush in headfirst, dealing with them based on the principle of "if you can beat them, imprison them; if you can't, die in the line of duty."

However, when faced with an event that harbors hidden dangers but has not yet erupted, it becomes difficult to know where to begin.

Learned.

Zhou Kun began to pay attention to the roads he walked along and the houses along the way, drawing a map of the village in his mind.

After navigating all the winding dirt roads through the village, the two finally returned to the hunchbacked old man's house.

(End of this chapter)