Chapter 5#
Sister#
[Be a kind person.]
Ye Sheng suppressed the surging blood in his heart. He stood in the aisle in a daze for a while, and only after confirming that nothing happened in the toilet did he turn around and walk towards Carriage 44.
Ning Weichen said there was a bleeding cut on the baby girl’s stomach. Just now, Ye Sheng specifically paid attention to the baby girl’s abdomen and found that the cut on the fetus girl’s stomach had been sewn up.
The stitches were exactly the same as those on the corpse monster.
It was sewn by Xiao Fang.
So yesterday Xiao Fang took the fetus girl to the toilet just to sew up her wound?
“…”
What a kind corpse stitcher.
Ye Sheng needed to stall the fetus girl before the Supernatural Bureau arrived. But would the fetus girl really be satisfied after getting her sister?
Sister.
The sister she swallowed in the womb is now a missing part of her.
Ye Sheng lowered his eyes and stuffed an eyeball he was clutching tightly into his pocket. Just now when the corpse monster fell apart, the left eyeball splashed out and hit Ye Sheng, and he took it along.
To go to Carriage 44, he needed to pass his original seat.
Ning Weichen was now resting his chin on one hand, looking out the window, frowning and pursing his lips, looking depressed and frustrated. The train passed through the deep forests of the mountains, and the mottled and chaotic sunlight illuminated his impeccable side profile, like a famous painting bathed in soft light.
After Ye Sheng made things clear with him, he didn’t want to act with him anymore.
To be honest, he couldn’t figure out what Ning Weichen wanted to do now.
He was just a pauper. After getting off the train, they would be people from two different worlds and would never contact each other again. What was Ning Weichen after?
Although Ning Weichen hid his indifference and rejection very deeply, Ye Sheng could still feel it. After all, he grew up in Yinshan and received too much malice. He was accustomed to such emotions and was sharper than anyone else.
Ye Sheng was going to Carriage 44 to rummage through Li Jianyang’s bag. Just in case, he leaned over and took out the life-saving red talisman from his bag.
When he got up, Ning Weichen spoke.
“Ye Sheng, let’s talk.”
Ye Sheng looked at him strangely and secretly stuffed the small knife into his sleeve: “Talk about what?” To be fair, he didn’t hate Ning Weichen. Whether a person is good or bad depends mainly on what he has done to you—Ning Weichen had indeed helped him many times.
Ning Weichen thought for a moment, smiled faintly and said: “Just a simple chat. There might be some misunderstandings between us.”
Ye Sheng sighed in his heart and advised him: “Ning Weichen, we’ve only known each other for two days. You don’t have to…”
“No, I have to.” Ning Weichen shook his head, his eyes deep like an ocean: “When I was receiving treatment abroad, Andrew said that if I want to live like a normal person, I must first learn to treat people and things like a normal person. You are the first person I’m interested in after returning to China. I know you won’t contact me after getting off the train. I just want an answer. What did I do wrong when getting along with you?” He pulled down the corners of his mouth and asked very quietly: “Can I?”
Ye Sheng met his eyes.
Ning Weichen could easily fake brilliant and sweet enthusiasm to anyone, but when all disguises were stripped away, his peach blossom eyes were clear and devoid of all emotions, actually appearing a bit helpless and confused, like a child who had done something wrong.
Ye Sheng was dazed for a moment.
This moment of daze was inexplicable.
Ye Sheng looked away uncharacteristically, thinking about the fetus girl, and said: “No, you did very well.”
Ning Weichen pursed his lips and decided to say it: “I… was born with a special personality disorder and subconsciously reject everyone. If you sensed this, I’m sorry, I’m already trying hard to overcome it.”
Ye Sheng was slightly stunned. If this was the reason, then everything could be explained.
But so what if it’s explained.
Ye Sheng said sincerely: “Sorry, maybe I’m sick too.”
He also couldn’t establish intimate relationships with people.
Because he had no money, he had never seen a psychiatrist.
Oh, there was no concept of a psychiatrist in Yinshan at all. It was good enough to be alive.
After all, Ye Sheng aspired to become a public servant in the future, so he had patience. He lowered his head and said quietly in a gentle tone that didn’t quite match his appearance: “Ning Weichen, you are a very good person. You will definitely be able to live a normal life as your doctor said in the future. The problem lies with me, but I don’t hate you either.”
But we definitely can’t be friends.
“…”
These mushy words choked Ye Sheng himself.
But after hearing this, Ning Weichen felt relieved, showed a shallow smile, and his fingertips that had been tense all along relaxed.
“Where are you going?” He blinked, noticing Ye Sheng’s movement.
Ye Sheng didn’t really want to involve him.
After all, in his heart, Ning Weichen was already a pampered and fragile glass product.
He gave a perfunctory reason: “I forgot something in Carriage 44. I’m going to get it.”
Ning Weichen said: “But Carriage 44 is blocked now. Once we come out, we can’t go back in.”
Ye Sheng: “Blocked?”
Ning Weichen: “Yes.”
Ye Sheng: “…”
Seeing his not-so-good expression, Ning Weichen hesitated for a moment and said: “I can take you in.”
Ye Sheng looked at him in surprise: “You?”
“En.” Ning Weichen nodded, leaned close to Ye Sheng’s ear and whispered: “To thank you for your comfort just now, let me tell you a secret.” The corner of his lips hooked into a very small arc, and his breath was like cool wind and snow.
“I didn’t go to Yinshan for adventure, but to perform a mission. In a sense, I should be considered a reserve of the Supernatural Bureau.”
Ye Sheng: “…” He stared at Ning Weichen expressionlessly: “Aren’t you afraid of ghosts?”
Ning Weichen admitted openly: “Yes, that’s why I failed my primary mission.” He said disappointedly: “I didn’t want to touch these things at all. My family forced me to come.”
Ye Sheng’s deep black eyes stared at him quietly without saying anything more.
It was strange. From the first sentence Ning Weichen struck up a conversation with him on the train, he had always had a lot of suspicion and doubt in his heart, but subconsciously he had never guarded against this person.
Ning Weichen immediately asked: “What did you leave behind?”
Ye Sheng said lightly: “Something very important.”
Arriving at Carriage 44, sure enough, a no-entry sign was placed here, and a policeman was guarding it. The policeman frowned and looked at the two of them. Ning Weichen stepped forward and said something, and the policeman withdrew his gaze and let them in.
Ye Sheng realized something was wrong in hindsight: “If I didn’t leave voluntarily during the day, would I also be kicked out of Carriage 44?”
Ning Weichen glanced at him with a smile: “Theoretically yes, but I have a way to let us stay there. Do you need me to go in and help find it?”
Ye Sheng refused his thoughtfulness: “No need, the thing is a bit special. You just wait for me outside.”
Ning Weichen nodded simply: “Okay, I’ll wait outside. Call me if anything happens…”
“En.”
After Ye Sheng went in, he pretended to rummage under his bed, then squatted on the ground to check Li Jianyang’s pile of opened luggage.
His goal was very clear. After all, he smelled that sour bloody smell when entering the station.
He used a small knife to open the “local specialties” carried by Li Jianyang. As soon as the earthen jar was opened, there was a strong sour smell. Homemade pickled vegetables, green radish leaves arranged neatly.
Ye Sheng endured the nausea and probed inside with the small knife.
No reaction. He switched to the next jar.
Finally, at the third jar, as soon as the small knife went down, a wisp of red liquid floated up.
Ye Sheng gritted his teeth, reached into the jar of pickled vegetables, squelch squelch, reached to the bottom, and touched something soft. Ye Sheng took it out and almost retched when he saw what it looked like.
This was a dead infant only a quarter the size of a palm.
Black and red all over, crumpled like paper. Limbs short and small, belly empty and flat, facial features completely indistinguishable.
This was the fetus girl’s sister, swallowed by her twin sister before finishing development in the mother’s womb. Later, she was taken out of the sister’s belly by a doctor.
Ye Sheng wrapped it up with a few pieces of paper.
It was really too small and could be easily put into a pocket.
Ning Weichen was leaning against the train wall with his legs crossed, looking down at his phone. Seeing him come out, he immediately showed a brilliant smile: “Found it?”
Ye Sheng wiped his hands with a tissue and said: “Didn’t find it. I’m a little hungry now, let’s go eat first—can I come back later?”
Ning Weichen blinked: “Of course, you can come back whenever you want.”
“En.”
Actually, after touching this parasitic fetus, Ye Sheng’s stomach churned and he couldn’t eat anything. But this was the last meal on the train, and his chance encounter with Ning Weichen was about to end. Out of politeness, Ye Sheng still ate a little and asked some questions casually.
“Are you still in school?”
This was the first time Ye Sheng took the initiative to get to know him.
Ning Weichen was slightly stunned, then hooked his lips: “No, I’ve already graduated.”
Ye Sheng nodded and didn’t continue speaking.
Ning Weichen’s smile faded, and he looked at him unwillingly: “And then? You’re not asking anymore?”
Ye Sheng held a piece of vegetable leaf in his mouth and looked up in confusion.
Ask what? He was purely making conversation just now to ease the awkwardness.
Ning Weichen blinked and said obediently: “Not asking what school I graduated from, what major I studied?”
“Oh.” Ye Sheng followed good advice and asked perfunctorily in a flat tone: “What school did you graduate from, what major did you study?”
Looking like he didn’t care at all and didn’t want to know the answer.
“…” Ning Weichen looked at him quietly for a while, then chuckled low. He elegantly cut the vegetables in the plate with a knife and fork, his movements light and ruthless, lowered his eyes and said lightly: “Nothing. The school name is too long, I forgot it too.”
Ye Sheng was thinking about what to do at night and didn’t pay much attention to the wrong tone in his voice.
If Ning Weichen didn’t take the initiative to speak, they were two mutes.
A meal was eaten in silence.
Returning to the hard seat carriage after dinner, Ye Sheng specifically paid attention to the expressions of pedestrians when passing by them. Sure enough, no one could detect the strange smell on him.
——Only he could smell the sour and bloody smell on that parasitic fetus.
Ning Weichen asked Ye Sheng when to go look again. Ye Sheng said he was a little sleepy and would sleep first.
The train approached the metropolis of Huaicheng, and public security increased exponentially. Murder and robbery were more common around Yinshan Station. Now everyone’s mood relaxed. Ning Weichen tossed and turned all night yesterday, was physically exhausted, lay on the table, and couldn’t help falling asleep.
Ye Sheng quietly watched the mountains whistling past like beast spines outside the window, light and shadow fluctuating darkly in the depths of his eyes.
He just specifically searched for Xiao Fang’s matter.
The information about Xiao Fang’s life given on the Internet didn’t mention Xiao Fang’s ancestors, only saying that Xiao Fang was a mute, and a somewhat autistic and socially phobic mute, making a living by embroidery in the village.
When she was three months pregnant, she walked out of the village for the first time in her life to take care of her husband in the hospital. Her husband was also an honest migrant worker, but on the way to ask for wages, he was beaten into a vegetative state by the foreman.
The whole article was full of human suffering—when Xiao Fang met bad people on the train and was tortured until she miscarried and died, her husband in the hospital couldn’t survive either.
Fate treated her cruelly like a blade, and life was as dangerous as hell to her.
But she was a timid and gentle embroiderer when she was alive, and she didn’t become a malicious ghost after death.
She became a corpse stitcher in Carriage 1444.
Corpse stitcher, corpse stitcher. In the old concept, people come complete and should leave complete.
Ye Sheng’s expression became very strange in the unpredictable light and shadow of the train.
23:00 at night.
Ye Sheng got up and left his seat without waking Ning Weichen. He walked all the way forward and returned to Carriage 44. The no-entry sign was still there, but Ye Sheng walked in unhindered.
He didn’t turn on the light and went straight to the toilet.
When holding the handle of the toilet in Carriage 44, Ye Sheng deliberately lightened his breathing. Walking in, Ye Sheng placed the eyeball he had been holding for a long time on the washstand.
A slaughter had just taken place here last night. Even though the bodies of the glasses man and the muscle man were dragged away and the bloodstains were cleaned up, a strange smell remained.
Ye Sheng recalled various sounds from yesterday and finally sorted out the most appropriate cause and effect:
The first scream was Xiao Fang’s. After Xiao Fang was scared away, the fetus girl’s cry came later. Her cry awakened the corpse monster hidden on the train. The tearing and killing later was also done by the corpse monster.
After putting down the eyeball, Ye Sheng retreated to the corner and hid his breath.
As time passed, ten minutes later, that cold, damp mist filled Ye Sheng’s nasal cavity like that night. Water began to seep from the wall, dripping onto the ground. Soon, a bloody and huge figure began to form in the air.
Xiao Fang bent her neck, humming something in her mouth, and walked towards that eyeball. Her body was swollen, and the whites of her eyes were full of bloodshot veins. Her top was soaked in blood, and her two braids were messy and dirty. Wearing the most terrifying appearance, but singing the most innocent song. The movement and expression when picking up the eyeball were also like a young girl.
When Xiao Fang put away the trophy.
Click.
Ye Sheng turned on the toilet light.
The sudden brightness made Xiao Fang stiffen in place. She suddenly let out a scream like a trapped beast. The ghost’s pupil was originally only a dot, and now it was tight to the extreme, retreating step by step, full of fear of the stranger.
Ye Sheng took a deep breath and called out her name.
“Xiao Fang.”
He was born with an affinity that attracted ghosts and monsters.
Humans ostracized him, but ghosts and monsters were very close to him.
Ye Sheng walked forward and said in a very low voice: “Do you remember me? I am the person you saved last night.”
Xiao Fang stared at the strange boy who appeared in front of her, and immediately recognized that this was the person she was particularly interested in last night. But she was still panicked and uneasy, shrinking her huge body in the corner, letting out low roars in her mouth, trying to scare Ye Sheng away.
Completely unlike a C-level monster.
Ye Sheng made a cold assessment in his heart and calmly repeated what happened last night: “Last night those two men wanted to take me into the toilet and kill me. It was your appearance that saved me. If it weren’t for you, I would be dead now. I really want to thank you, so I came to find you.”
The panic on Xiao Fang’s face dissipated a bit, and she looked at the person in front of her in confusion.
Ye Sheng walked towards her. He half-squatted down, the light casting a heavy shadow.
Ye Sheng’s appearance kept strangers away, his expression was indifferent, but his voice was gentle and clear.
“Don’t be afraid.”
Ye Sheng showed a not-so-skilled smile and stared at her quietly: “I specifically learned about you.”
“The starting point of this train is Yinshan, full of thieves, bandits, and desperadoes. Every day innocent people are robbed and have their organs chopped off. Their eyes, fingers, ears, feet. When the gangsters rushed into the toilet, it was you who picked them all up.”
“You are simple, kind, and gentle.”
“Corpse stitcher is a great and noble profession, returning the corpse to wholeness and giving the deceased dignity. It was you who collected these organs, and when no owner came, you stitched them together to make a ‘complete’ person.”
Listening to him say this, Xiao Fang’s pupils gradually dilated, and she looked up blankly.
Ye Sheng changed the subject.
“Yesterday, you came out of the toilet to help sew up the wound for that baby girl?”
Xiao Fang sniffed and nodded.
Ye Sheng sighed and said: “You helped her, but she is harming you. She is a bad person. She broke all your collections and let those organs fall all over the ground in a mess.” Ye Sheng took the eyeball from her hand, pointed to the evidence and said: “This is what she broke. She doesn’t respect corpses.”
Xiao Fang didn’t speak. Looking at that lonely eyeball and hearing someone disrespect corpses, she looked a little sad.
Ye Sheng achieved his goal and said: “No one can destroy the integrity of a corpse.”
Xiao Fang had innocent confusion on her face, tilted her head and thought for a while, then nodded gently and seriously.
Ye Sheng was expressionless, his gaze moved down, and from behind the corpse stitcher’s blood-stained and blackened clothes, he saw her bloody and blurred abdomen. The hostility generated since being threatened by the fetus girl during the day was stirring, spreading and permeating deep in his soul, leading to a crazy revenge plan.
“Xiao Fang.” Ye Sheng spoke slowly, getting to the point: “You gave many people neat corpses and let them die completely.”
The young man half-squatted on the ground, his black T-shirt outlining his lean back, his waist straight. His hair was slightly long, his skin pale, his expression unreal in the dark, his voice slow but like a distant enchantment.
“But didn’t you realize that you are actually incomplete?”
Xiao Fang was stunned, anxiety showing on her face.
Ye Sheng’s fingers landed very lightly on her stomach through the clothes.
Said quietly.
“When you died, there was a child missing in your belly.”
His jet-black pupils were like vortexes, dancing with mad light and shadow, and he whispered.
“You need to sew a baby into your body to be complete.”
Xiao Fang was completely stunned.
Ye Sheng’s throat moved. Actually, the next sentence should be: I am very grateful to you, so I brought you a child.
He planned to sew the fetus girl’s sister into Xiao Fang’s belly, and wait until midnight to let Xiao Fang and the fetus girl kill each other. One was a C-level ghost, and the other was an incomplete A-level ghost. Their strength was unknown, but the most likely outcome was mutual destruction.
After passing this night safely, everyone in the entire train could arrive at the station safely.
But when the words came to his lips, Ye Sheng fell silent again.
…The overwhelming information on the Internet entered his brain.
He was quiet for a long time, withdrew his hand, smiled self-mockingly and said: “Then, later you and I, we will deal with that baby girl together.”