Chapter 82 The Fox King in the Northeast (2/2)

Then I told him: “Come on… Mr. Guan, you take the front passenger seat.”

“All right.” Mr. Guan went to the passenger seat without any hesitation. When he was in the car, he said: “This car is much better than any taxi I have ever taken.”

Then he lit a cigarette and said: “Damn… I will surely get a car when my son recovers.”

Haha!

Feng Chunsheng and I laughed.

Then I told Mr. Guan: “Well, I will give you a car as a gift next time I make a large amount of money.”

“Wow, I couldn’t accept that.” He sat back in his seat, enjoying his cigarette.

Then I asked him: “Uncle Guan, I have something to ask - have you ever seem a live person with livor mortis?”

I showed him a photo I took of Su Yizi’s arm. The arm was full of livor mortis patches. I handed this photo to Mr. Guan: “Please look at this.”

He checked it and asked: “It is not fake livor mortis, but are you sure it’s on a live person?”

“Sure,” I replied.

He checked again and said: “This person doesn’t only have livor mortis, but dead skin, too.”

“Dead skin?” I asked him.

Mr. Guan nodded, saying that the skin of a dead and a live person were totally different. Live skin was glossy and couldn’t reflect, even if it was a sick person. However, we could see that there was no gloss at all on Su Yizi’s skin - it was white, and we couldn’t even see any blood vessels.

“You cannot find the blood vessels?” I checked the photo and my owns arms carefully. Well, I could see a few blood vessels everywhere on my arms, but I couldn’t find any trace of them on Su Yizi’s smooth skin.

I didn’t notice it until Mr. Guan pointed it out.

It was really weird.

I asked Mr. Guan:”Well, maybe this is actually a dead person?”

“Who knows?” Mr. Guan inhaled a mouthful of smoke and blew it out, then he turned suddenly and said: “Well… I really have never seen a live person with livor mortis in my life.”

He said they had the same symptoms - there weren’t any blood vessels, only the livor mortis.

One time, a man came into his master’s shop for a coffin, and it was for himself.

Mr. Guan thought that was strange and asked his master why there was so much livor mortis on that person.

He smiled and only told Mr. Guan the man was a big liar. The more he tried to hide, the more he was exposed.

“Actually, your master had already read his mind,” Feng Chunsheng told Mr. Guan.

Mr.Guan nodded. He said his master was also in the ghost business and had dealt with many strange things, and he could read people’s minds and find the truth. That senior craftsman surely knew what that man with livor mortis was trying to hide.

I asked Mr. Guan: “What does ‘the more he tried to hide, the more he was exposed’ mean?”

“I really don’t know.” He shook his head, then he said: “I would go and ask my master… There are two things to point out.”

“What’s that?” I asked him whether I had to pay for him.

Mr. Guan stared at me: “Shui, you are contaminated by the businessman's bad habit. You are one of the members of the ghost business and we are like brothers. It surely hurts our friendship when you talk about money.”

I shrunk my neck and apologized to the old man. Mr. Guan was a man with such a high code of brotherhood.

He said: “First, it happened long ago and my master might not remember it clearly. Second, it might not be easy to find him, since he doesn’t always pick up even my calls.”

Finally, Mr. Guan said he would check for me and would notify me once he got any information. He would uncover the secret of “the man with livor mortis” once he reconnected with his master.

Then he might know Sun Yizi’s secret.

“Well, thank you in advance, Mr. Guan.” I folded my fist.

He smiled and said: “It is OK… Remember to bring some business for me next time.”

I took Mr. Guan downtown for some driving, then taught him how to drive in an empty parking lot..

He drove a few meters and stopped. In any case, he was very happy just to be able to touch the steering wheel.

We had fun till one or two o’clock in the morning, then went back home.

The next morning, I was still sleeping when Feng Chunsheng called me and told me to get up quickly.

I asked him what happened. Were there any new from Mr. Guan?

“It’s not him, it’s Brother Yu.” He said: “Brother Yu wants us to go now; we can solve the ghost house matter for Mimi and Liao Min today.”

“All right.”

I got up quickly and called Liao Min and Mimi to have them meet us in my tattoo shop. Today we would kill the weasel who haunted that ghost house.