The Hand of Confession – Chapter 149

Volume 5: Days of Applying Makeup to Corpses

Corpse Revived Again

“They’re really so cruel, I’m just a weak perverted ghost¹, I’m so fragile…”

In Huang Hongxing’s eyes, what happened that day was nothing short of a disaster.

He just slept, and when he woke up, he found that the whole world had changed. He stood up from the bed, and what met his eyes was a field of scarlet. He stood blankly in front of the mirror, looking at himself with a face full of blood, and smashed the mirror with a punch.

He thought it was all a dream.

So he jumped from the building, his body was smashed to pieces, but his soul strangely merged with the monster attached to him.

He continued to live in the image of this monster, and the ability of the feitouman also changed somewhat—he was no longer in a passive position, but could actively control the feitouman, actively choosing to let his neck leave his body, regardless of day or night. But he couldn’t control his bloodthirsty desire, and he killed many people while he was conscious.

Speaking of this, Huang Hongxing smiled bitterly twice, his long neck like a snake, twisting bonelessly twice: “I lived the first half of my life with high spirits, but in the second half of my life, I became this ghostly appearance. Perhaps this is retribution.”

“Later one day, I woke up and found myself inexplicably back in the funeral home, and I saw those kids… but they had all turned into new monsters, and had long lost their self-awareness. All the monsters were controlled in this place, and those who wanted to leave would be split in half by that ghostly thing outside with an axe.”

Shen Maomao interrupted him: “That’s not right, didn’t you guys go out on a mission on the first day?”

Huang Hongxing said: “It wasn’t here that day, I wanted to send them away… so I just made up an excuse. I also realized halfway that someone wasn’t right, so I quickly found a way to stop the car, but I didn’t expect that I really lost consciousness.” He was a dead person, so naturally he didn’t breathe, and the players thought he died in the car accident and put him in the mortuary.

So—he was conscious when she put makeup on Huang Hongxing?

Shen Maomao touched her nose, a little embarrassed.

But fortunately, Huang Hongxing himself didn’t take this matter to heart. After saying almost everything he knew, he looked at them eagerly, waiting for Lou Jingmo to say the so-called solution.

Lou Jingmo said: “Do you understand feitouman?”

Huang Hongxing shook his head: “I only learned that this kind of thing is called feitouman after hearing you guys talk about it.”

Lou Jingmo smiled, and Shen Maomao inexplicably saw a kind of “then it’s even easier to fool him” meaning in her eyes, and couldn’t help but mourn for Huang Hongxing for a few seconds in her heart.

“We have indeed mastered the method of killing the feitouman, but this method will cause the host and the feitouman to die together. As long as you cooperate, you can achieve your wish.” Lou Jingmo changed the subject and said, “But before that, I want to ask you a few questions.”

Huang Hongxing: “Ask.”

Lou Jingmo: “Besides the feitouman, what else is there in the funeral home?”

“Nothing, or… at most, there are some unconscious ghosts. They were possessed by the feitouman and died in accidents, so they couldn’t become monsters. They stay at the place of death and keep repeating the actions before death. I tried to communicate with them, but failed.” Huang Hongxing thought for a while, and then said, “But recently it seems that a new thing has come… it’s the thing outside just now, I don’t know what it is, but I can feel its existence.”

Lou Jingmo: “Where is it now?”

Huang Hongxing replied: “It seems to be in the makeup room on the first floor of the main building, but I don’t know which one.” After saying that, he was a little anxious, “I’ve told you everything you want to know, what about what I want to know?”

Lou Jingmo replied: “It’s easy for you to die, come to us after dark, and we’ll help you find a way.”

Huang Hongxing frowned: “I can’t control myself even more at night, you may be in danger.”

Lou Jingmo slightly raised the corners of her mouth: “Just come.”

One person and one ghost made an agreement and separated at the door of the monitoring room. After learning that they were going to find the extra ghost, Huang Hongxing kindly reminded: “Be careful of those family members.” But he didn’t say the specific reason.

Lou Jingmo nodded: “Thank you for the reminder, see you tonight.”

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After this neck disappeared from their sight, Lou Jingmo smiled meaningfully and said to the two of them, “Let’s go.”

Shen Maomao saw something wrong from her smile, so she took her arm and asked in a low voice, “What’s wrong, Lou-jie? Is there a problem?”

Lou Jingmo said: “When you were looking at his body, did you find a red circle on his neck?”

Shen Maomao recalled the scene at that time. Huang Hongxing had wounds all over his face and head, and he was covered in blood, but she didn’t seem to see a red line on his neck.

“Could it be that Huang Hongxing is not a feitouman?!” Shen Maomao was stunned, “But what’s going on with his head?”

Lou Jingmo: “I’m not sure, but he’s definitely lying.”

His rhetoric sounds reasonable, but if you think about it carefully, you will find many loopholes. NPCs with autonomous consciousness in the game are generally very important NPCs. They are not restricted by the instance and can act according to their own ideas, ignoring the irrationality of the sudden appearance of players…

But Huang Hongxing didn’t.

He acted according to the rules of the instance while showing superb self-awareness.

There must be something strange.

Guan Qiwen said: “Since he can also make his head fly around during the day, I’m afraid the method in the book is not good, right? How are you going to deal with him at night?”

Lou Jingmo said indifferently: “When soldiers come, use generals to block; when water comes, use earth to cover.”

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Wutong was a little sad.

It, which had always been successful with girls, actually failed with two women.

If this gets out, it will be laughed at by ghosts!!

He hugged Gong Lian’s body and kissed her face with a “smack”, racking his brains to think about how to coax the two remaining women into bed before the feitouman killed them.

Maybe he could change into the good-looking girl, sleep with the unattractive one first?

But the unattractive one was very difficult to deal with, and he was afraid of being beaten again, then he would have to go outside to take risks and steal things to exchange for himself…

While thinking about this, the door of the makeup room was suddenly kicked open from the outside, and two women and a man rushed in. Without even looking at it, they immediately locked the door, and the man also pushed a cabinet next to it to block the door, making a harsh noise.

The next second, a violent knocking sound came from the door, shaking the cabinet slightly. The man put his back against the box, and then he noticed it, and couldn’t help but be stunned.

The next second, the pretty girl also turned her head: “What the f*ck?!”

The two people and one ghost stared at each other. Wutong was so wronged. It was clearly the one who was scared!

Then the unattractive girl turned her head and raised her eyebrows at him in surprise: “Oh?”

Little Wutong hugged his head and sat trembling on Gong Lian’s “bed”.

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Shen Maomao didn’t expect it to be such a coincidence.

When they returned to the main building, those family members had already divided and eaten the middle-aged woman, standing in the hall with blood on their faces, like petrified sculptures.

But no one would really treat them as sculptures. The three of them followed the rope left by Guan Qiwen to the second floor, intending to return to the first floor from the inside, and also discussed in advance what to do if they triggered these family members and were chased.

So now, they rushed into the makeup room where Gong Lian was, which they had discussed in advance, and then looked at the ghost in the room.

Wutong was still wearing the face of Lou-jie’s rival, so they could recognize him at a glance.

Shen Maomao walked over with a smile and patted it on the shoulder: “Isn’t this a coincidence?”

Wutong: “You devils…”

Shen Maomao kicked it: “You can’t get the living, so you’re molesting the dead here? Do you have any shame?”

Before she could say more harsh words, Wutong shouted: “I didn’t!!! I’m a ghost with principles! She didn’t agree, so I just kissed her face!!”

After saying that, the more he thought about it, the more sad he became, and he couldn’t help but cry: “I’m so miserable, wuwuwu… If you all didn’t like me, I wouldn’t be so hungry… I only kissed her once, and I’m going to be beaten by you…”

Shen Maomao, who misunderstood: “…Um, sorry, I saw you hugging Gong Lian and thought you… but you can’t kiss her either, you know?”

Wutong wiped away a tear of bitterness.

Shen Maomao: “I definitely can’t let you kick me back, how about you scold me a few times to vent your anger?”

Wutong glared at her.

The knocking sound of “kuang dang kuang dang²” continued. Lou Jingmo and Guan Qiwen were pushing against the cabinet together. Now that Shen Maomao was being glared at by Wutong, she could only go and replace Lou Jingmo, and let Lou Jingmo talk to it.

Negotiation breakdown expert Lou Jingmo went online: “What do you want?”

Wutong blinked: “I want to sleep with her…”

Lou Jingmo slapped him in the face.

Wutong: “…” Damn it.

Shen Maomao: “…”

It was Guan Qiwen’s turn: “Think of something else.”

Wutong thought for a while: “I want to go out…”

Guan Qiwen: “This is…”

Shen Maomao interrupted him: “This is not okay either!”

Guan Qiwen shrugged and replaced Shen Maomao.

Wutong watched them change in front of him and felt that these people were sick: “What exactly do you want to do? Can you just say it directly?”

Shen Maomao: “We want to know about the feitouman.”

Wutong’s expression paused, and he said evasively: “I’m not familiar with them. As you know, I came later, I was bullied by them outside, and I’m bullied by you here…”

Shen Maomao: “When did we bully you? You ghost, you need to have a conscience.”

Wutong: “They’re really so cruel, I’m just a weak perverted ghost, I’m so fragile…”

Shen Maomao believed his nonsense, and one person and one ghost started to bicker, talking a lot of nonsense. It took a long time, so long that the knocking sound outside stopped, but it didn’t shake Wutong’s mouth.

During the bickering, no one noticed that Gong Lian, who was lying on the bed, opened her eyes and quietly looked at them.

Until she suddenly sat up from the table.

“!!!” Shen Maomao was so shocked that she couldn’t speak, and she flashed into Lou Jingmo’s arms, “Why did you corpse revive again and again and again and again?!”

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