Chapter 154: Venomous Weapon (2/2)

It did so twice in a row, depositing a considerable amount of semen on the victim’s belly. The penis eventually settled down, but it stayed erect.

“Uh…” I muttered. “Well, that’s not so surprising, considering the ‘bullet’ has always been in the ‘gun barrel’…”

Xiaotao laughed.

“Thank god Dali wasn’t here!” she exclaimed. “He would’ve died if he saw that!”

We turned to each other simultaneously. Speaking of Dali, why was he still not back from the toilet yet?

Xiaotao immediately called Dali. I quickly put the victim’s clothes back on and covered his body with the white sheet. I had gotten all the information that I could possibly get from the dead body. If I wanted more, I would have to resort to more intrusive methods which would leave signs on the victim’s body, and that was out of the question.

Xiaotao had been calling Dali several times, but he didn’t answer the phone. I could hear the faint sound of Dali’s ringtone down the hallway, and that gave me a bad feeling.

“Let’s go find him!” I cried.

When we came to the toilet, Dali was nowhere to be found. I asked Xiaotao to call him again, and the sound of his ringtone was heard from inside the toilet. Something definitely happened and it shocked Dali so much that he dropped his phone!

I looked down onto the floor, and noticed sets of bloody footprints. Judging from the stride and length of the foot, it was left by a woman!

I pointed this out to Xiaotao and told her it must’ve been the woman in white that we saw earlier.

“So-So it really was a ghost?” she asked, frightened. “Could it be that Dali was captured by her?”

“Look,” I pointed to a spot on the floor. “There’s a puddle of yellow liquid here.”

“What is it?”

“That idiot must’ve been scared!” I laughed. “Judging by the position, I think Dali pissed himself when he saw the ghost, and that made him run away.”

We followed the bloody footprints until we went outside of the funeral home. Occasionally, we would find small puddles of Dali’s urine along the way. These bloody footprints were very faint. We had to look very carefully to find them. In the end, Xiaotao couldn’t find it anymore, and after a few more steps, even I couldn’t see the footprints either. Yet the stench of blood and urine was still in the air.

We came to a building nearby that had a sign that said ‘Cremation Ground, No Entry’ above the door. I pushed the door open and discovered that the stench of blood was even more pronounced here.

There was a screen in front of the door, and from behind it we heard Dali scream, “Go away! Go away! Don’t come near me!”

“It’s us!” I assured him.

“Dude!” he cried upon hearing my voice. “Thank god you found me! I was chased by a ghost just now!”

We went behind the screen and saw Dali squatting under a metal table, shaking like a leaf. His pants were all wet with urine.

“Where did that ghost go?” I asked.

“Do you think it really is a ghost, Song Yang?” asked Xiaotao.

“Well, it’s not like we’ve never seen a ghost before,” I laughed. “But the problem is… do you think ghosts would leave footprints like what we just saw? I suspect that it’s a human being.”

There was a heavy stench of blood that seemed to come from another room nearby. I asked Dali, “Didn’t you smell the blood? Are there any dead bodies in there?”

“I don’t know, dude,” replied Dali. “I’ve been crying so hard that my nose got stuffy. I can’t smell anything.”

“Let’s take a look inside, then!” I suggested.

It turned out that the other room was the mortuary. The place where Dali was cowering in was the temporary morgue. The moment I opened the door to the mortuary, a man wrapped in a white shroud came straight at us…

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