The infamous secret dumpster of the South-Western and South-Eastern District. There was no official decration of which district it beloo, even though it sat on the border of the two. her district was willing to cim it, and food reasons. It was a dumpster that would not be moved, and ohat could not be filled. Everytime it was moved it just came back to where it was, and every time someoried to put anything in it, they would get horrible nightmares and even paranormal injuries like scratches on their arms and handprints on their calves.

  But right notain Ko was standing in front of it, pting how to move it only so slightly that he could get something buried underh without angering the spirit. It was already te iernoon, so the best time had already passed. There was still some time before the sun would set, so he still had some time.

  “Now’s not the best time, you know.” Just this moment, a man in a heavy coat and with a wooden leg came limping over with a walking stick.

  “Oh hi, you’ve e. I thought I lost tact with all of ya.” Captain Ko took one quick look at the slightly older, one legged man: “How are you doing, Bob?”

  “Living life oep at a time. ” The man sighed. “You?”

  “Not good.” Captain Ko rubbed his temples: “My wife’s gonna kill me. And I’m afraid I’m losing my prect.”

  “Good thing that those tickets of ours still work, and after I got your ping I’ve made arras. We should be good to go shipment.” The one-legged man sighed: “So - yonna do it? You know there’s n back after this.”

  “Good thiill have those tickets then.” Captain Ko took a deep breath befng at the sun: “Looks like we still have some sun. So the best moment will be right now.”

  “You need my help?” The one-legged man reached into his expensive looking coat.

  “Sure. The more the better.” Captain Ko took a deep breath.

  The one-legged man pulled out two small vials. One vial was filled with densed light yellow liquid, and the other was filled with a light pink liquid. A vial of blessed wine, and a vial of distilled blood of an uncastrated rooster.

  Two streams of liquid mixed in midair and spshed on the ground in front of the cursed dumpster, while Captain Ko just id his talismans out and stuck them onto a rope made of rice straw.

  The rope was just enough for the captain to around the dumpster and tie a knot to keep it fastehe rope had already begun to turn yellow the moment he fihe knot.

  “Okay, now or never, Captain.” The one-legged man pulled out some paper s and began throwing it into the air: “Big Sister Zhu. Big Sister Zhu, we are sorry to have disturbed your slumber. Please take these monies as our tokens of apologies, and harm us not. Big Sister Zhu Big Sister Zhu, yrudge’s not with us. Please take this and leave us in peace.”

  Captain Ko grunted as he exerted his entire body’s strength onto the dumpster. The rusty wheels would not budge at first, but only needed a little ving. On the ground below ot that ray painted silvery gray. This was their doing. Seeing that the surface of the paint was not broken, it would be safe for him to start digging.

  The earth was hardened a. Even with his gloves and Qi proteg his hands, a sticky, slimy and numbing chillingness still crept into his fingers, his palms and even his bones. Dark smoke invisible to the naked eye arose from the hole the deeper he dug. Aually, before the smoke would block his sight pletely and the edge of the hole reached his elbows, a silvery gray box revealed itself.

  A heavy lead box, with a blessed wooden frame inside aiculously crafted edges that made sure the tightness of the seal would not be easily promised. And sitting on a red threaded cushion stic bag, inside of which was a thin, torn book without a cover. Through the transparent pstie could easily see are symbols and drawings of arrays.

  Voices whispered in Captain Ko’s ears as he opehe led box to check the dition of the torn book. It iece of evidehey made disappear many years ago in a brutal familial murder case in the Northern District. A cursed case with cult-like ritualistic brutalism. A case, curiously to the young Captain Ko back then, powerful people iy were pressuring him and his then parto close and drop. And just by ce, the piece of evidence made it ba his hands.

  “After this many years - you’ve finally made this decision?” The one-legged man sighed.

  “Yes. Maybe.” Captain Ko sighed: “Too bad - Brooklyn is not gonna be able to help here.”

  “Well, he has other preoccupations, and he’s making his own way outta here.” The one legged man chuckled: “I’d assume you would uand, right?”

  “I do. And I still disagree, wholeheartedly.” Captain Ko locked the lead box and ed a belts around it before putting it inside a pin looking satchel: “But I guess, we all deal with loss and grief differently.”

  “We’re made.” The one legged man turned and shook his head: “You better have a better escape pn.”