Chapter 4#
A-Level#
A-Level?!
There was an A-level monster in Li Jianyang’s bag?!
Ye Sheng instantly recalled the smell of rotting blood he had smelled when he entered the station, and his hair stood on end. However, he took a deep breath, quickly suppressed the emotions in his heart, his eyelashes trembling, threw the phone aside, and chose to close his eyes and sleep.
Ning Weichen was right, just stay quiet.
There are specialized agencies to handle supernatural situations. As an ordinary citizen, he just needs to live his life honestly.
Curiosity kills the cat. If you want a stable life, you can’t have curiosity you shouldn’t have.
For example, he wouldn’t ask when Ning Weichen woke up, nor would he ask how special his special identity was.
Ye Sheng thought he wouldn’t be able to sleep because of too many things happening tonight, but unexpectedly, he slept deeply and soundly. When he woke up the next day, it was already noon. He actually slept so deeply? Slept straight through?
Sunlight stung his eyelids. When Ye Sheng opened his eyes, he first heard fluent and cold English, like a cold spring flowing past his ears.
Ning Weichen was standing against the light making a phone call.
Ye Sheng’s brain was muddled. For a language that wasn’t his mother tongue, he could only catch a few broken words. Andrew… Ning Weichen’s private doctor?
Ning Weichen noticed he was awake, dropped a few words and hung up the phone, turned around, a smile appearing in his eyes: “You’re awake?”
“En.” Ye Sheng propped himself up from the bed, grabbed his hair casually, and then asked: “What time is it?”
Ning Weichen: “Eleven in the morning. Want to get something to eat?”
Ye Sheng shook his head.
He immediately looked towards the toilet at the end.
Seeing this, Ning Weichen explained: “The police came in the morning. Those two young men were both killed in the toilet. When they died, their heads, hands, and legs were torn apart, a bloody mess. Ye Sheng, we underestimated Xiao Fang’s danger. But Li Jianyang’s daughter is fine and has been taken away safely now.”
Ye Sheng frowned: “Didn’t the police say anything?”
“Didn’t say.” Ning Weichen: “They temporarily blocked the news of Carriage 44.”
Ye Sheng found that only the two of them were left in the carriage now. Li Jianyang was gone. The bag Li Jianyang put under the bed was also opened, revealing a pile of messy things inside, quilts, hangers, kettles, and a few resealed small jars. It looked like they had all been opened and checked.
Ye Sheng asked: “Was Li Jianyang also taken away?”
Ning Weichen: “En, he was taken away for the crime of human trafficking.”
Ye Sheng: “What about us?”
Ning Weichen raised his eyebrows: “Us?”
Ye Sheng: “Someone died in the toilet of Carriage 44. Don’t we need to be taken over for investigation?”
Ning Weichen chuckled: “Of course not. The intervention of the Supernatural Bureau first excludes innocent humans. Your file is clean, why investigate you?”
Ye Sheng gave an “Oh” and started packing his things.
Ning Weichen looked over: “What are you doing?”
Ye Sheng said: “This place is too unsafe. Let’s switch back to hard seats. I feel more at ease with more people. Anyway, we’ll arrive at the station tomorrow afternoon.”
He didn’t like a derailed life.
Ye Sheng just wanted to go to Huaicheng steadily, go to university steadily, graduate steadily, and go back to his hometown steadily. Not getting married or falling in love, born in Yinshan, dying in Yinshan. And Carriage 44 was full of things contrary to his stable life plan everywhere. While packing, Ye Sheng glanced at Ning Weichen again, thinking that this person was also derailed, so let’s not contact each other after getting off the train.
Ning Weichen didn’t stop him, laughed meaningfully twice, and said with regret: “So disappointed. I thought it would be our world of two next.”
Ye Sheng ignored him and dragged his luggage back to the lively hard seat carriage. Now the train had passed many stations. People getting on the train came from all over the country, and various dialects converged in it, noisy and bustling. Smelling the scent of braised beef noodles, Ye Sheng no longer felt nauseous.
After sitting down, he turned on his phone. As expected, there wasn’t a single new message.
Ye Sheng went back to the home page of his phone, swiped his finger to that red-eye software, paused, and long-pressed to delete it, but there was no reaction.
——This is a rogue app. Once downloaded, it cannot be deleted.
Even the app seemed to have a spirit. Sensing his intention, a layer of white teeth appeared up and down the opened red eye, blinking like closing a mouth, biting his fingertip to vent anger.
The moment the pain came, Ye Sheng almost wanted to throw this phone away. Because of poverty, he chose to endure.
He couldn’t understand what the old man wanted to do by leaving him such a thing.
Knowing the ghost information, to let him die understandingly?
Ning Weichen handed him a bottle of mineral water.
“Drink water?”
Ye Sheng had something on his mind and shook his head: “I’m not thirsty.”
Since he couldn’t delete this rogue app, he just let it be.
Ye Sheng turned his head to look at the mountains whistling past the window, rubbed the center of his brows, and after several rounds of psychological construction, let out a breath. He planned to forget everything evil on the train and start working on his real-life matters.
He opened his phone and searched for the Xie family in Huaicheng.
The Xie family was a famous and prestigious family in Huaicheng. He used to only know that Huang Yiyue married into a wealthy family, but he didn’t know it was that wealthy.
The Xie family’s industries covered various fields, among which the main industry was medical care. Nearly 50% of private hospitals in Huaicheng were controlled by him.
The information about the Xie family members was also written clearly.
Before Huang Yiyue married over, the head of the Xie family and his ex-wife already had two sons and a daughter.
The eldest son Xie Ji was cultivated as the heir. The youngest daughter Xie Wenwen and the youngest son Xie Wenci were pampered since childhood and had domineering personalities. Ye Sheng’s half-brother Xie Shaorong was the fourth young master of the Xie family, but his situation in the Xie family was very awkward. Because Huang Yiyue being a mistress back then was not a secret, even if she rose to the position, she couldn’t get a good face from the original wife’s children, walking on thin ice in the wealthy family.
Ye Sheng felt they deserved it.
He endured the nausea and turned off his phone.
Ning Weichen was smiling and rejecting a girl’s invitation next to him.
The girl’s eyes were shining, her cheeks were red, obviously having ulterior motives: “We can’t get enough people to play cards. Can we invite you to join us?”
Ning Weichen was long accustomed to this kind of strike-up: “Sorry, it might not be convenient for me right now.”
“It won’t be inconvenient! Our seats are right next to you, very close!”
“I need to accompany my friend.”
“Your friend? What’s wrong with him?”
“He refuses to eat or drink water.”
Ye Sheng: “…”
Ye Sheng quickly noticed the girl’s gaze falling on him: scrutiny, amazement, surprise, doubt.
He couldn’t bear it anymore, picked up the mineral water on the table, opened the cap and drank it in one gulp. When he put down the water heavily with an expressionless face, Ning Weichen had already skillfully sent away the person striking up a conversation with a few words, turned his head and looked at him with a smile on his lips.
“You have something on your mind?”
Ye Sheng had a headache thinking about the mess Huang Yiyue brought him. He would be taken to the Xie family as soon as he got off the train. The train actually became his last time to relax. Ye Sheng held the mineral water bottle tightly with his fingers, his good-looking brows slightly furrowed. His lips wet by water were tinged with a bit of rosiness, but his jet-black eyes were as deep as cold frost.
Ning Weichen looked at him for a while, propped his chin and smiled: “I will stay in Huaicheng for a while. If you encounter trouble, you can find me.”
Ye Sheng shook his head and said lightly: “No need.”
Ning Weichen frowned, a little frustrated, and wondered: “I don’t have experience in pleasing people. Ye Sheng, is my method wrong, so all I get from you is rejection.”
Ye Sheng looked into his eyes. How could Ning Weichen’s method be wrong? It was just too right, so right that he didn’t dare to accept it.
An orphan who had never established an intimate relationship with anyone just came out of the mountains. No matter how cool he pretended to be on the outside, his heart was full of fear and uneasiness about everything in the big city.
The backward environment of Yinshan always gave him ignorance, prejudice, and discrimination.
And Ning Weichen, such a glamorous proud son of heaven, showed him intelligence, kindness, and pure sincerity without impurities when they first met.
Ye Sheng said: “No, too right.”
He got up, intending to go to the toilet, and paused when passing by Ning Weichen.
Perhaps Huang Yiyue’s matter put him in a terrible mood. Various complex and sharp emotions hovered in his heart. Ye Sheng’s throat moved, and he couldn’t help saying what was in his heart.
He lowered his head, his voice very light but unusually certain.
“Ning Weichen, you don’t like me, right.”
Ning Weichen’s expression remained unchanged, his smile as before, and he raised his eyebrows in puzzlement.
“Hmm?”
Ye Sheng said indifferently: “You did all this just to play with me? No need.”
After speaking, he no longer looked at Ning Weichen’s face and walked towards the toilet of the hard seat carriage.
Ignoring the gaze behind him, Ye Sheng entered the toilet and decisively closed the door.
Supporting himself with both hands in front of the washstand, Ye Sheng turned on the faucet and rinsed his face.
He needed to calm down.
Although he didn’t want to admit it, Huang Yiyue was indeed a name that easily aroused the hostility in his heart.
The closer to Huaicheng, the heavier the hostility in his heart.
In his impoverished, gloomy childhood with constant low fevers, the most common thing he saw was his grandmother’s tears.
The thin and hunched old woman used the remaining fire of her life to give him the last warmth.
She taught him to be a kind person.
Later, his grandmother was seriously ill and was taken to Huaicheng Hospital by Huang Yiyue for treatment, but she died in less than a week.
He walked ten kilometers to the telephone booth in the town and called Huang Yiyue for the first time, just wanting to ask about his grandmother’s condition.
Reciting the draft in his heart all night, the young him politely and carefully stated his goal: “Hello, I…”
But hearing his voice, Huang Yiyue seemed to see a lump of dirty snot clinging to her, and suddenly screamed!
She broke down and scolded him.
She said “Ye Sheng, why do you keep clinging to me!” “Ye Sheng, why don’t you and your dad die together!”
The woman’s heart-piercing voice scolded Ye Sheng into confusion.
He had blisters on his feet, very tired and painful, and didn’t even have the strength to open his mouth.
After venting, Huang Yiyue said with hatred and viciousness before hanging up: “I don’t know why the old immortal insisted on keeping you. I think her illness was caused by you, a jinx. Ye Sheng, you still have the face to ask about your grandmother? The old woman is dead, you are the murderer!”
You are the murderer.
Recovering from the memory, Ye Sheng sneered. He gently drew an “X” on the mirror with his wet finger, thinking without any waves in his heart: Huang Yiyue, you’d better not provoke me.
Just as his finger was about to leave the mirror, he suddenly felt a resistance.
Ye Sheng was stunned. Something grabbed his fingertip in the mirror.
Immediately afterwards, a misty gray fog appeared inside the toilet.
The air became damp, cold, and sticky. Ye Sheng’s hand was gently pulled by something. A wrinkled, reddish face of a baby girl appeared in the mirror, pressed close to the mirror. At her age, she couldn’t stand yet, so the ghost baby in the mirror lay on the ground on all fours, staring at him unblinkingly with jet-black eyes.
——Exactly the same as the eyes he met last night.
Li Jianyang’s… daughter.
Ye Sheng’s blood ran cold as he looked into her eyes.
The baby girl showed him a cute and innocent smile. She made a strange sound, but Ye Sheng understood it.
“I remember you.”
The baby girl said: “My sister is lost. Can you help me find her?”
Ye Sheng tried hard to maintain his composure and refused: “No.”
The baby girl’s expression instantly turned cold, staring at Ye Sheng with resentful and gloomy eyes: “Bad person.”
Immediately afterwards, Ye Sheng watched the ghost baby’s face in the mirror crumple into a ball, open her mouth, and scream and cry.
The baby girl’s cry was like extremely high-decibel noise pollution. Besides the stinging pain in his ears, Ye Sheng also smelled an extremely strong smell of blood permeating the toilet. Tick-tock, tick-tock, something fishy and cold fell on his hair.
Ye Sheng looked up with difficulty, his pupils shrinking.
A monster seeped out from the cracks in the ground, constantly growing taller, appearing behind him.
The monster was synthesized by sewing together countless scattered corpse parts and organs. Eyes, ears, nose, mouth, neck, and limbs were crookedly sewn onto a huge lump of flesh with black thread. Holding a huge bloody bone in its hand, its asymmetrical eyes stared at him resentfully and strangely.
Guided by the ghost baby’s cry, the monster raised the bone high with its arm and was about to chop down at him.
“Fuck.”
Ye Sheng cursed in his heart, his body keenly and quickly dodging the monster’s blow, and quickly took out that yellow talisman paper from his pocket. He bit his fingertip and drew a few lines on it, then crumpled it into a paper ball and threw it at the monster.
This kind of talisman paper could only deal with the simplest ghosts and monsters. Ye Sheng was apprehensive in his heart, staring at it firmly.
Fortunately, the yellow talisman paper started to burn fiercely upon touching the monster. The monster was originally sewn with needle and thread. Now the thread ends were ignited by the fire, and its body began to crumble. It screamed, breaking from the arm, and a pile of organs fell crackling from the seams.
Ye Sheng quickly calmed down, took out his phone, clicked on search, and took a photo of the monster.
Looking at the information above.
[Category Section: Story King]
[Ghost Name: Corpse Monster]
[Ghost Level: F Level]
[Overview: Some unwanted things always appear on the Yinshan 1444 train. Xiao Fang was very distressed. She couldn’t stand incomplete corpses, so she could only turn them into her own collection.]
The corpse monster’s messy organs fell to the ground, turned into bloody water, and seeped into the ground.
F Level.
The ghost baby in the mirror stopped crying.
And Ye Sheng looked at her, hiding the shock in his heart. F-level ghosts are low-level ghosts without any consciousness and will not actively attack people. As Xiao Fang’s collection, the corpse monster should be a dead object under normal circumstances.
It was this baby girl who made the corpse monster come alive—being able to control heresies, this baby girl’s level is definitely above Xiao Fang.
Ye Sheng couldn’t help thinking of the picture he took of Li Jianyang’s bag last night.
A Level.
Fetus Girl.
…She is the Fetus Girl.
The Fetus Girl crawled in the mirror, her pitch-black and vicious eyeballs embedded in the wrinkled reddish skin, staring quietly at Ye Sheng.
She said faintly: “You are a bad person.”
Ye Sheng didn’t speak.
The Fetus Girl showed an innocent smile again and said: “But you are not too bad a person.”
Ye Sheng was stunned.
Dong dong dong! Soon, a burst of urgent knocking broke the deadlock in the toilet.
Someone outside shouted impatiently: “Hey, are you done yet? Buddy, how long have you been in there? Why haven’t you finished shitting yet? I can’t hold it anymore, let me in quickly!”
The Fetus Girl giggled in the mirror.
Ye Sheng stood in front of the washstand in the toilet, motionless.
He understood what the Fetus Girl meant.
The train traveled from Yinshan to Huaicheng, and there was still a day and a night’s journey. It was unknown when the people from the Supernatural Bureau would arrive, but Pandora’s box had already been opened.
He could leave, but what would happen when the next person entered the toilet.
The Fetus Girl could control the corpse monster.
Murderers had run rampant on this train for decades. There was more than one corpse monster composed of chopped-off human organs.
Ye Sheng took a deep breath and said calmly: “Don’t move around. I promise to help you find your sister.”
The Fetus Girl giggled. She raised a hand and patted the mirror lightly, leaving a small bloody palm print, like a mark of agreeing to cooperate.
Ye Sheng: “What does your sister look like?”
Fetus Girl: “She is so small, very cute. You will definitely be able to find her.”
Ye Sheng looked at her: “Okay, I know. Tonight at midnight, Carriage 44 toilet, I’ll return your sister to you.”
The Fetus Girl was very happy and patted another bloody palm print on the mirror.
“You come alone.”
Ye Sheng nodded: “Okay.”
“Big brother, my bladder is about to explode, open the door.”
The man outside cursed.
The smell of blood in the toilet dissipated, and the blood-red handprints on the mirror also disappeared.
Ye Sheng finished washing his hands and opened the door.
The man standing outside was holding it in so badly that he didn’t even look at him and rushed in anxiously.