Chapter 119: Seeking Individuals, Dead Or Alive (Part 2) Iii (1/2)
Yun Huan's execution day.
I gave the old man a call in the afternoon.
The line connected shortly. His frail voice sounded, ”Hi.”
”Yun Huateng, right? We've found the prison your grandson is being locked up at. The execution site is also confirmed, but I have something to ask you,” I said.
”Please, go on,” the old man invited somewhat happily.
”It's not really a problem. We can tell you the location but we're afraid that you might be thinking about rescuing your grandson. If that happens, we're going to be in trouble and we don't want that,” I explained.
The old man laughed and said, ”I understand. How about you call me after the execution? I just want his body for burial, so please don't overthink my intentions. We've agreed that what he did was wrong and he should be rightfully punished.”
”You sure about that? Alright, then. Wow. I was actually kinda hoping that you would want to rescue your grandson.”
He completely ignored my comment. ”I know that the execution is going to take place sometime in the afternoon, so just remember to give me a call. I've already prepared the money.”
”Alright,” I agreed before hanging up.
Fatty came over and asked, ”What now? There's really no way that he's going to save his grandson, right?”
I nodded. ”He wants a dead grandson for sure. We can move on with our plans, although I still feel that the old man might be a good person.”
”Got it. Do we call the cops now? Or do we wait for a little while?” Fatty hedged.
”Skinny came up with the idea so let's ask him,” I suggested.
Skinny responded, ”I'll inform the police later. Let's finish this up first,”
”You guys go ahead, I'm already ready,” I said before lying down.
Since Fatty and Skinny were too fat and skinny for this, I took on the responsibility. After all, Yun Huan's physique was similar to mine.
I closed my eyes and Skinny started applying makeup on my face.
”Pretty decent, aye, Skinny?” Fatty commented laughingly.
Skinny missed the sarcasm and replied happily, ”I graduated as an interior designer, after all. Doing makeup is much easier than CAD!”
”I heard that you often take part in cosplaying events?” Fatty smiled.
”Whatever, dude. It's all done,” Skinny got up and tidied his makeup products.
Fatty nudged me and said, ”Let's talk about what to take note of.”
I opened my eyes and looked at Fatty. ”I remember.”
Fatty tossed a flick knife to me. ”For protection.”
”Is this really necessary?”
”Just to be safe. Alright, I won't go over it all again since you remember the details. Is your phone fully charged? It will be problematic if your phone dies halfway,” Fatty checked.
I took my phone out. ”63%. That's enough.”
Fatty picked up a portable charger and threw it to me. ”I'm going to zip the bag. You might feel a little cold. Have you worn enough undergarment?”
”Wait, I did not wear any! Did you talk about this previously?” I asked anxiously.
Fatty shook his head and tossed some heat packs to me. ”Okay, I'm zipping this up for real now.”
”Okay,” I acquiesced then shut my eyes.
I felt Fatty carry the bag and walk downstairs.
I stuffed the knife into my pocket with much difficulty since the bag was rather small and I couldn't move much.
It was only when I grabbed the portable charger that I realized Fatty had missed out the cable.
Left with no other choice, I just turned my phone to silent mode and set the brightness to its dimmest level.
I felt them moving me into the back seat before driving off.
It was a b.u.mpy ride and I regretted entering the bag so early on.
I shut my eyes and waited to be stuffed in the chest.
The car stopped shortly. Fatty grabbed me up again and said softly, ”It's 11 now, let's match our clocks.”
”You watch too much movies. Our clocks are all synchronized with the Internet's now,” I replied.
Fatty slapped my b.u.t.t cheek. ”You talk a lot.”
I was carried into a room but I couldn't sense much since I was literally kept in the dark.
I felt that I was being placed on a metal frame. Fatty whispered, ”I'm going to push you in before leaving. Remember that your chest is F3. Do what you need to do. This isn't a game and there's no replay b.u.t.ton.”
”Got it,” I replied.
”The person carrying you out might not be as gentle, so you better not twitch a muscle.”
”You don't say,” I commented dryly.
Fatty pushed the tray in and knocked on the metal lid. ”Pray hard. Call me if anything goes wrong.”
I felt nothing when I was still outside but when I was sent to the mortuary, the cold became apparent.
I started to regret not wearing more layers underneath.
Frustrated, I grabbed the heat packs tightly. I was thankful that Fatty had done his research and prepared these heat packs for me.
I activated all the heat packs and stuffed them into my clothes.
I finally felt my body temperature rising, although it was still very cold. My face and head, especially, since I had no way of keeping them warm.
11:20.
Every minute was torture.
Finally, it was 12. I couldn't take it anymore and I called the old man. My body froze again the moment I made the call.
There was no reception at all. How could we have forgotten the most important detail?
I held my phone as far out as possible and finally saw a slight signal.
I quickly made the call.
”Are you going to tell me now? Your money is all ready,” the old man cut to the chase upon answering. He must've been waiting for a long time.
”The crematorium in Phoenix Mountain Mausoleum Park. F3 chest,” I responded, shuddering.
”Thank you. I'll get someone to send the money over now. Why do you sound like you're s.h.i.+vering?”
”Took a cool bath and caught a cold,” I blurted out.
He laughed. ”Take care of your body or you're going to regret it when you get older.”
I hung up and switched the phone to airplane mode. I again waited some more for the old man to get me out quickly.
Half an hour pa.s.sed and I finally heard some shuffling outside the door.
I could hear voices.
I shut my eyes and hid my heat packs together.
Someone pushed the tray out.
”This is the one, right?”
”Yeah, F3. Should we open it?”
”You do it.”
”But it's unlucky.”
”Alright, I'll do it.”
There were two of them, it seemed. I heard the zip.
They only opened it a little, to my relief.