I Have a Date with a Thousand-year-old Female Corpse
Chapter 88 Ghost Hits the Wall_1

Chapter 88: Chapter 88 Ghost Hits the Wall_1

The police station was not far from the hospital, but it was a major thoroughfare, crowded with vehicles. Under normal circumstances, it would take at least half an hour to reach there.

But that crazy woman, Xian Qianling, actually managed it in five minutes!

Five minutes!

In those five minutes, you felt like you were on a roller coaster. Xian Qianling sped along the lanes, completely ignoring red and green traffic lights as she barreled through. If she came across a traffic jam, she was even more ruthless, driving her SUV onto the open space in front of shops, charging wildly among the crowds.

When the SUV stopped in front of the hospital entrance, you raised your thumb to Xian Qianling with a slightly pale face and said weakly, "I’m never, ever riding in your car again, it was damn harrowing!"

"Cut the crap and get out."

Fearing that Xian Qianling might drag you out, as soon as she opened the car door, you also hurriedly pushed open the gate and jumped out.

The moment your feet hit the ground, you couldn’t help but sigh, "It feels so good to be back on solid ground."

Xian Qianling glanced at you sideways with annoyance, "Let’s go, why do you have to talk so much."

Knowing that Xian Qianling was tough to deal with, you didn’t babble any further and quickly followed her toward the mortuary.

The hospital at night seemed particularly chilly. Although there were many people, most of them were patients with weak physiques. At this time, their life force was feeble, and the wails of pain created a negative atmosphere that those unclean beings liked.

There, an ambulance stopped not far away, and a patient was being carried off it. Your keen eyes spotted a pale-faced little boy hiding under the stretcher, huddling up and his eyes gleaming with a ghostly light.

As you both entered a building, you immediately saw two men squatting in a corner, whispering to each other. Xian Qianling seemed unable to see these two men, but because you took a longer look, one of the men turned his head to look specifically at you.

You turned your head away, too lazy to deal with these beings.

Usually, big hospitals built their mortuaries some distance away, as the living were generally averse to the deceased.

As the number of people you encountered in the hallway diminished and the temperature in the air gradually fell, a straight corridor appeared before you.

Reaching here, both of you instinctively stopped.

For some reason, although the corridor was lit, it seemed pitch black at the end to your eyes.

"Am I hallucinating? Why does it feel like there are no lights ahead and gives the impression of being endless?" After rubbing her eyes several times, Xian Qianling’s strange illusion still did not disappear.

You peered through your slightly heated left eye, but surprisingly, your left eye also failed to see through the illusion before you.

Or perhaps, was this corridor meant to be this way?

After exchanging a glance, as a man, you still instinctively stepped forward, walking ahead of Xian Qianling.

"Be careful."

Faced with the unknown, Xian Qianling remained her usual calm self. Moreover, she habitually placed her right hand on her waist. You glanced and noticed that Xian Qianling had a 92 pistol holstered at her waist.

The corridor seemed to be about fifty meters long, with windows on both sides, and the ceiling was made of glass, connecting the hospital ward to the morgue.

On a normal day, a distance of fifty meters was nothing more than a few dozen big steps, and one would have crossed it while singing half a song.

But now, you and Xian Qianling had been walking in this corridor for a full ten minutes or more!

The corridor appeared endless; no matter whether you walked slowly or ran quickly, your position in the depths seemed to never change, with the end of the path ahead still shrouded in darkness, while through the glass ceiling above, a bright, round moon was visible.

Seeing the gleaming moon, you couldn’t help asking Xian Qianling behind you, "Police Officer Xie, isn’t the fifteenth of August approaching?"

Xian Qianling didn’t quite understand why you would say this, and after pondering with a frown, replied, "Today seems to be the thirteenth of August."

Hearing that today was the thirteenth of August, you couldn’t help but sigh and say, "No wonder."

"What is it? Have you discovered something?"

You turned to look at Xian Qianling, "We’ve run into the ghost wall phenomenon."

"Ghost wall?" As a criminal investigation captain, Xian Qianling had gradually come to understand these professional terms, and she said to you, "You can even catch vengeful ghosts, so why can’t you deal with a common ghost wall?"

Shrugging your shoulders, you said with a wry smile, "If it were any other time, or somewhere else, even deep in the forest, I would be able to handle it easily, but this place we are in is just too special."

Without waiting for Xian Qianling to speak, you extended your hand to point at the glass ceiling above and said, "If I knew who designed the last panel of transparent glass to be here, I would definitely find three vengeful ghosts to keep that designer company for a good month!"

"There’s something wrong with this glass?"

"It’s worse than just a problem; it’s downright life-threatening!" you said, looking up at the round moon across the sky, "With the approach of the fifteenth of August, for all things of yin nature, it’s another carnival day."

"Isn’t the fifteenth of August the Moon Festival, a time for family reunion? Ghosts and specters should be causing trouble on the fifteenth of July, the Hungry Ghost Festival, right?"

You looked at Xian Qianling, who had a partial understanding, and said with a smile, "Captain Xian, let me ask you a question. What does the moon symbolize for us humans?"

"The moon? Of course, it symbolizes reunion."

"Right, it indeed symbolizes reunion, but why reunite?"

"This... this is because it’s a festival, right? Reunion and mooncakes during the Mid-Autumn Festival have been a tradition since ancient times."

You laughed and continued, "August is the second month of autumn, and the Mid-Autumn Festival was originally referred to as Zhongqiu. The festival could only be traced back to the Tang Dynasty and is commonly believed to have been popularized during Emperor Xuanzong’s reign to celebrate with Yang Guifei through music and moon gazing. It wasn’t until the Song Dynasty that the practice of going home for the Mid-Autumn Festival and having reunion meals gradually became widespread."

Since acquiring the ability with a photographic memory, such obscure knowledge came to you with ease.

"So what?" Xian Qianling, being a detective, spent most of her time practicing martial arts and investigating cases, and wasn’t very familiar with traditional Chinese culture.

"Here’s the catch, why did the ancients choose to have a reunion meal on this day?" you paused and then said, "That’s because the fifteenth of August is even more dangerous than the fifteenth of July!"

With that, you pointed vigorously at the round moon above, the size of a silver plate: "The moon, also known as Taiyin, is the opposite of the sun, the utmost yin and ethereal entity under the heavens! In ancient times, when the population was scarce, unlike today’s crowded cities, wanderers would often return home during Zhongqiu. One reason for coming back was the longing for family, but the main reason was that this was the most dangerous time to be outside!"

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