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Chapter 4: Five Questions

Chapter 4 Five Questions

The door was tightly closed, and I stood by the sacrificial table, my forehead soaked in cold sweat.

"Mr. Gao, are you okay? Can I continue questioning?" The voice, cold and without warmth, came from under the mask of the paper figure, sounding like an inquiry yet also like a reminder.

"I'm fine, please continue." Something was wrong. I focused more on planning my escape route. As for being the anchor of this infernal show, who would willingly take on that role?

"Mr. Gao, for the next few questions, I hope you can answer them seriously. If your answers are not satisfactory to us, you may never be able to leave here." He paused for a moment, picked up a crumpled flyer from the table, and added, "Just like the true owner of this card - Xia Chi."

"Xia Chi! The brother of Xia Qingzhi! So he was murdered here!" My heart raced. "Are the police in Jiangcheng all useless? How could they not find a missing person?!"

Xia Qingzhi hadn't lied, but why was there no information about her brother in the household registration records, and even her family had no memories of Xia Chi? There were too many doubts, and I was completely at a loss.

"Mr. Gao, please listen carefully to my questions." This time it was the person on the left speaking. The three of them looked similar in stature, but their paper masks varied in age.

"When I was thirteen, I found my younger sister's crying very annoying, so I killed her and threw her body into the well outside. The next day, when I went to check, the body had disappeared.

Five years later, I killed a friend over a minor dispute and threw his body into the well outside. The next day, when I went to check, the body had disappeared.

Ten years later, due to being drunk, I accidentally made a girl pregnant and killed her, then threw her body into the well outside. The next day, when I went to check, the body had disappeared.

Fifteen years later, I killed my boss because of his scolding and threw his body into the well outside. The next day, when I went to check, the body had disappeared.

Twenty years later, I killed my mother because I was tired of taking care of her, then threw her body into the well outside.

The body did not disappear the next day. On the third day, the fourth day, and every day after that... the body did not disappear."

"Mr. Gao, your first question is: why did the body of the mother not disappear?"

"What kind of question is this?" I concentrated, not missing a single word in his question, but after listening, I didn't know how to answer. Their questions didn't seem to be about selecting talent, but more like a criminal psychology test.

Their plain and simple tone unexpectedly made me feel frightened, as if a large hand in the dark was squeezing me, slowly suffocating me.

"Thirty seconds of thinking time is up. Please give your answer."

At this point, I could only analyze with a stiff upper lip, based on the limited clues in the story.

"After each time you killed and disposed of a body, the body disappeared mysteriously the next day. At first glance, it seemed to be a problem with the well. However, after you killed your own mother and her body remained, the only reasonable explanation is that your mother was helping you dispose of the bodies each time you killed."

After speaking, I stole a glance at the person, but there was no emotional fluctuation under the paper mask.

"Now, please listen to the second question." He did not tell me whether my answer was correct, and continued to ask.

I don't know if you've ever heard of snuff films, those are films with a lot of killing scenes that only insiders know about. Some say that these films are even real murder events filmed by the killers themselves.

One day, I drank with a friend, and he said he had these strange tapes. Being someone with a lot of courage and curiosity, I expressed a desire to watch them.

So he invited me to a secluded cabin on the mountain. I arrived on time as agreed, but he was thirty minutes late.

"Sorry, sorry, my youngest suddenly had a fever and refused to take medicine."

"Children, I understand."

"Haha, shall we begin?"

My friend played the anticipated film. The background was filled with crying and trembling laughter that made people's noses sour. A child of about ten was tortured for twenty minutes before dying. Because the plot was too brutal, I regretted halfway through and turned off the TV, asking my friend loudly, "How can you watch such a film? Don't you have children yourself?"

Facing my indignation, my friend casually replied, "Yes, I have two. But, so what?"

"Mr. Gao, your second question is to guess whether the 'me' in the text can survive and leave the cabin alive."

Compared to the first question, this one was equally hysterical, with a sinister streak.

"Watching a video together shouldn't cost you your life, right? Although this video..." As I thought about it, I suddenly noticed a detail. In the end, my friend's last sentence was that he had two children, but his excuse for being late was that his youngest had a fever. If the eldest and the second were both present, where was the youngest?

"My friend was thirty minutes late, and the child was tortured for twenty minutes before dying. Could it be... that the masked assailant was actually my friend?" My own speculation startled me, and I felt a creeping horror.

"Mr. Gao, please pay attention to the time."

"I personally think that the 'me' in the text should not be able to survive and leave the cabin alive. He is likely to become the second segment of the murder film in the hands of his friend..."

The atmosphere in the room became more oppressive. I unbuttoned the first two buttons of my shirt, one hand in my pocket, gripping the anti-wolf tool tightly.

"Well done. Please listen to the third question."

"They were childhood sweethearts, thinking they could watch the sunset together. However, at the age of 35, she was diagnosed with lung cancer. Holding the diagnosis, she cried and laughed, laughed and cried. She didn't smoke, had no bad habits, so why did she get lung cancer? She went to his office and saw a bag of her favorite dried fruits in his drawer, next to it was a medicine bottle, the sight was shocking, and she burst into tears. Three days later, she lit birthday candles for him, but he was not there. She lit 34 long candles and one short one, smiling and saying, 'You've really lost weight.'"

"Please tell us why she said he had lost weight."

I seemed to have seen this question somewhere before, but couldn't recall it for a moment. After repeated pondering, I came up with an answer that was out of the box.

"The man in the story betrayed the woman. He spread carcinogenic substances on the dried fruits she loved to eat, wanting her to die. After the woman found out everything, she killed the man, refined his body into oil, made candles, but there were not enough for 35, hence she said he had

really lost weight."

"Very imaginative. Please listen to the fourth question."

"Because of an affair, I pushed my girlfriend from the sixth floor and disguised it as her suicide, fooling the police. But perhaps due to guilt, I always felt that my girlfriend would come back to find me.

In constant fear, it was only on the seventh day after her death that I met a half-shaman. He said the ghost could return to life, and if I wanted to survive, I had to hide under the bed tonight and not be found by her.

I followed his instructions, and as soon as it passed midnight, there was a 'thud, thud, thud' sound of a basketball hitting the ground in the living room. When the bedroom door was opened, I knew I was doomed."

"Mr. Gao, do you know what I saw in the text that made me feel so desperate?"

"Her girlfriend was dead after falling from the sixth floor, and she might have landed headfirst, so she climbed up using her head, which coincided with the 'thud, thud' sound in the living room. When the bedroom door was opened, the person hiding under the bed was discovered by the head-first climbing girlfriend, thus he knew he was doomed."

"Well done. Now, there is only one question left." The three of them spoke in unison, their tacit understanding reaching a frightening level.

Cold sweat slid down my chin, and my Adam's apple rolled involuntarily.

"Mr. Gao, the last question is..."

"Do you believe there are ghosts in this world?"