Chapter 79. Visits
“Now, the typical time for noive visits is 5 minutes. But I talked with the reted departments and they are willing to give you 15.” Bulu Wang said to Marcus right in front of the gates of a special burial site.
“Thank you, Old Wang.” Marodded: “Please let me know how I repay this. I’ll do my best.”
“Meh, don’t mention it.” Bulu Wang waved his hand: “You’ve done enough for the unity, just tinue w with our iigators on the - well, the mess of a case.”
“I’ll try.” Marcus sighed, clutg the paper bag in his arms closer.
“I know this is important for you.” Bulu Wang took a deep look at the paper bag: “Thank you for letting us look at it first.”
“And thank you for your flexibility, and willing to help me get it back.” Marcus smiled.
The lights oes lit up, and the gate slid open after a string of warning sounds. Behind the gates was a long winding road up a hill with small tombstones oher side. Some of which had talismans stu them, and some even had clearly religious artifacts like gilded Bagua Mirrors or peachwood swords ed in s of copper s around.
“Looks like there are - many people here.” Marcus sighed.
“There are many that died without reason. And some of them also carried great grudges and hatred ih.” Bulu Wang shook his head: “There had been less ining victims until retly. A lot of times we just couldn’t find enough resources to give a lot of them out there a proper burial. We had to resort to quick burns, whio doubt would e back to haunt us ter.”
“Aside from the rise in crimes and these paranormal is, what else is causing the unity collective trouble?”
“Well, crime is such a broad umbrel. It’s teically true but it’s glossing over a ton of details.” Bulu Wang shrugged: “For example, do you know which crime is showing a disturbing rising trend in our distrid unity?”
“I don’t really know, which crime?” Marcus chuckled: “Robbery? Bigamy? DUI?”
“Ghost Weddings.”
“What?!” Marcus clutched the paper page with a sudden force from his arm and made the bag creak: “That’s still a thing?”
“It has always been, it’s just heavily trolled.” Bulu Wang shook his head and almost seemed like he was about to spit in disgust: “All these years, the collective has done a lot of work to make sure that no traffig ring dare operate in the open. There are some remote vilges or small but hardened families and groups that keep the practice, but they are no longer doing it with the living like before. We have several big busts and we caught them doing it with stolen bodies and paper dolls. We put a few of the main brains behind bars and gave the entire families or unities really heavy fines. A them know that if we ever caught them doing it with living brides - they’ll be wiped, entire families or unities.”
“ - but?”
“But retly we got word that they are getting tacts from some unknown groups and started practig using stolen bodies again.” Bulu Want tinued: “We don’t know who the suppliers are. But from what we heard, some of the bodies being supplied are actually transpnts in other districts.”
“Just like the kids.” Marodded.
“Just like the kids.”
Before long, Marcus got to the lot with a newly pced tombstone. On it there was a simple carved liing who was in there under an engraved photo: “Loving Mother, g friend and neighbor.” No name on it, same as other tombs.
Marcus pced the paper bag in the small empty ptform before the tombstoheook out a small fsk, took a sip of the high tration alcohol ihen poured it on the paper bag.
“Loving Mother that rests here. I here now return what once beloo your child to you. May you get a ce to hold him where you went.” Marcus lit up the alcohol residue oip of his right index fihen flicked the spark onto the paper bag. “Please watch over me as I seek the justice you deserved.”
The paper bag soaked in alcohol was lit up, revealing what was inside - a red hoodie, already damaged by fire with chars and burn marks. The fmes started burning e, then turned red. After a short moment, some bursts and cracks came from the hoodie, as it caught on fire as well.
Marcus exhaled in relief. From what he was told, this meant that the ted. He was not sure if it was just superstition or it actually meant something. But he was in no mood to figure out or question it.
The hoodie eventually turo ash and the fmes died. Marcus and Bulu Wang both bowed towards the tombstone before they left.
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Someone knocked on a heavy wooden door with metal frames before opening it. It was Wuzui, holding a wooden tray of simple food and drink.
Behind this wooden gate was a small fortified room with dles burning in each of the ers.
On the floor, sat a man stripped of most of his clothes and had his arms and legs ed to a wall behind him.
“Oh, here you are.” Lord of Green Bat Dragon, norisoner uhe Temple of Fetfulness, with dozens of silver needles embedded in his flesh and meridian points, said to Wuzui with a smirk: “It’s you again today.”
“Yes. Master Liaoran is busy, with his meditation and scribing of his manuals.” Wuzui put the tray before the prisoner.
“Why doesn’t he e and face me himself?” Lord of Green Bat Dragon asked.
“Master told me he would be willing to face you when you are ready to talk. Otherwise there’s no point.” Wuzui shook his head and carefully backed away.
“Why so worried? You should be more afraid of him than me.” Lord of Green Bat Dragon ughed as he reached for the food with his trembling arms: “I am but a pathetian now, ripped from o of shackles to be pced into the . ”
“I will e back ter to collect the tray. Please don’t damage them again.” Wuzui shook his head and backed out of the room.
“k!” The wooden cup smmed at the wooden gate as it closed down.
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