QT- I’m Almost Died
Chapter 263. The Reunion
Since Teacher Fan arrived at the control center, Chief Yan’s heart has been in turmoil. At first, he really thought that Teacher Fan had no way to deal with the monster. But when he saw Teacher Fan take out the jar and walk to the side, he gradually realized that what Teacher Fan meant by not being able to deal with it was that his own strength was still a little lacking. However, he still had other means to clean up the mess.
Chief Yan wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and asked with lingering fear, “Teacher Fan, have you never told a lie in your life?”
He had actually noticed it long ago, Teacher Fan spoke with great care, every word he uttered was carefully considered a thousand times, and could withstand the test of time and reality. He practically held himself to the standards of a saint.
But Fan Jialuo’s answer took Chief Yan by surprise.
He opened the jar, took out a thermos from his belongings and shook his head, saying, “Of course I lied, and it was a huge lie.”
Chief Yan: !!!
“What kind of outrageous lie?” He was incredibly curious.
Fan Jialuo shook his head without answering, his eyes glazed over as he drifted into a reverie. But in an instant, he snapped back to reality, then poured the black liquid from the thermos into the earthenware jar and reached in to stir it gently.
No one could see what was inside the earthenware jar, but they could smell a very strange odor. It was somewhat fishy and salty, like blood, somewhat fragrant, like sandalwood, and the aftertaste had a hint of sweetness.
Others might not know what this mixed smell was, but Chief Yan, who had children, immediately realized that the smell was just like a newborn baby. The bloody smell was the pungent smell brought from the mother’s womb, the light fragrance was the unique freshness of a newborn, and the sweetness was the unique smoothness of milk.
What exactly is in this jar? It can’t possibly be a baby, can it?
Chief Yan craned his neck and stood on tiptoe, but could only see a dark jar mouth and Teacher Fan’s hand, which was as white as jade.
But he soon got the answer, because after stirring the contents of the jar evenly, Teacher Fan turned it upside down on the ground and began to knead it. It turned out to be a lump of mud, pure black, very fine and soft, which Teacher Fan’s fair and jade-like fingertips shaped into small balls and placed aside.
In just a short while, the large lump of mud was divided into dozens of small mud balls by those nimble hands, each one round and plump, even more regular than those made by a machine.
Chief Yan was completely bewildered but dared not ask any questions. The others were equally confused and remained silent.
Fan Jialuo held the rolled mud ball halfway in his hand, and gently twisted it with his thumb and forefinger to make small gourds. He then used a thin, sharp blade to cut two long, thin lines and a curved arc on the gourds.
Chief Yan took a closer look and immediately exclaimed in admiration. Although Teacher Fan’s craftsmanship was simple, the finished products were all lively, adorable, and full of life, resembling cute mud dolls like roly-poly toys. They had big heads and round bellies, long, narrow, curved eyes, and small, upturned mouths, looking as if they were very happy.
Having finished making these roly-poly toys, Fan Jialuo carried them out of the control center, gently scattered them on the ground, and said in a calm voice, “Go.”
Go? Where? Chief Yan followed closely behind Teacher Fan, his head full of question marks, which then turned into bold, bright red exclamation marks.
These tiny roly-poly toys wobbled back and forth after landing, then their heads drooped down and disappeared into the ground. They had no hands or feet, yet they ran incredibly fast.
“Teacher Fan, are they alive?” Even Chief Yan, who was used to seeing big scenes, couldn’t help but be surprised.
“They were once alive.” Fan Jialuo dropped a chilling statement, “They were all his children.”
Following Teacher Fan’s gaze, Chief Yan turned to look at the monitor screen and came face to face with that face that was originally extremely ugly, but was now so handsome that it was captivating.
“How did his children end up in your hands?” Chief Yan asked, both bewildered and horrified.
“Do you remember Su Fengxi’s case?” Fan Jialuo reminded him.
Chief Yan had reviewed the case file and remembered it clearly, so he nodded.
“That jar is what we seized from Su Fengxi’s house. It contained the ashes of many children, which I condensed into these dozens. The children’s mother was Su Fengxi, and guess who the children’s father was?”
Chief Yan stared blankly for a long while before pointing his trembling fingertip at the monster on the screen, “Is it……him?”
“It’s him.” Fan Jialuo sighed, “It’s a child’s nature to crave parental love. They will naturally go to their father. We can just sit and wait.”
“Oh, okay.” Chief Yan followed Teacher Fan into the control center in a daze. He recalled how Zhang Wencheng had looked during their initial attempt to apprehend him. He was so thin that he was just a skeleton, wrapped in a layer of smelly, blackened skin, with mottled white hair on his head, looking like a dried corpse just dug out of a coffin.
When alone at home, a person should be at their most relaxed, natural, and authentic. Therefore, it’s clear that Zhang Wencheng’s grotesque, desiccated appearance was his normal state. Most people would be terrified at the sight of him, yet Su Fengxi was able to have intercourse with him and bear so many children. How did she endure it?
Chief Yan grew increasingly uneasy as he thought about it, and after settling down, he couldn’t help but shudder violently. He truly didn’t understand the world of the supernatural beings, to gain power or immortality, they seemed capable of doing the most heinous things in the world.
“Teacher Fan, Chief Yan, what should we do now? Do we have a plan for the next step?” One of the lieutenant couldn’t sit still any longer, fearing that the monster would run out of the deep valley as soon as it regained its strength.
“Just wait and see, the bond of blood cannot be severed.” Fan Jialuo said calmly.
Chief Yan made a decision, “Wait and see, don’t rush. Oh, by the way, why are you alone tonight? Where is Dr. Song?”
Fan Jialuo：……
A slight ripple appeared in his calm and serene eyes. After a moment of silence, he said, “He should still be sleeping at home. I came in a hurry and forgot to inform him.”
Chief Yan asked in surprise, “Aren’t you two living together?”
Fan Jialuo：……
He lowered his eyelids, lost in thought, and after a while, he shook his head and chuckled softly. His clear, resonant laughter added a touch of lightness to the otherwise deathly still and chaotic night. After laughing, he took out his phone and sent a text message to the number he knew best.
Chief Yan didn’t dare to spy on his privacy, so he turned his gaze to the monitor screen, only to suddenly notice several small black dots jumping around on the stark white mountain of bones. At first, he thought he was seeing things, but after zooming in several times, he finally confirmed that those dots were the dozens of roly-poly dolls that Teacher Fan had released earlier.
Their mud-sculpted bodies were wet, soft, and squishy, climbing and leaping up the withered bones without making a sound.
The monster was still resting on the mountaintop, its scarlet eyes now hidden by its eyelids, making it appear very peaceful.
Even as the dolls drew closer to their target, Chief Yan didn’t believe they could change anything. How could mud figurines possibly deal with an invulnerable monster? What exactly was Teacher Fan trying to do? Was this waiting even worthwhile?
Chief Yan was filled with anxiety and trepidation, but because of their repeated collaborations, he had already developed an unshakable trust in Teacher Fan and did not raise any objections whatsoever.
Several lieutenants couldn’t wait any longer and kept urging, “What are we waiting for? What good are a few dozen mud dolls?”
No sooner had they finished speaking than dozens of mud splatters flew at Zhang Wencheng, who was pretending to be asleep with his eyes closed, with lightning speed. He suddenly opened his eyes and rolled backward, but was then firmly bitten by several mud splatters that came from behind.
Yes, they bit down, like ticks biting human flesh, like Zhang Wencheng biting those dairy cows, once they were stained with blood, they would never let go. These mud dolls opened their upturned mouths, revealing two rows of sharp, white teeth, which in an instant bit small holes in Zhang Wencheng’s skin, which even artillery shells couldn’t penetrate, and then twisted their round bellies and crawled inside.
“Baba, baba, baba……” They could actually speak, their voices were sweet and childlike, sounding innocent and adorable.
But to Zhang Wencheng, these voices were nothing short of death warrants, causing his handsome face to display an expression of utter terror.
He, who had been extremely arrogant and haughty before, was now turning his head around in a panic, looking around wildly, as if every tree, every blade of grass, and even every skeleton under his feet had become the person he feared most.
“Fan Jialuo? Is it you? Is it you?” He panicked so much that he couldn’t even stand up straight, and he fell headfirst off the mountain of bones, looking as pathetic as a stray dog.
He began to roll on the ground, howling loudly as if in extreme pain. He pounded, scratched, and tore at his body with his hands, quickly turning his handsome appearance into a bloody mess. The mud dolls that had entered his flesh were like mud droplets in the sea, melting away quickly and impossible to get rid of.
His body began to rot from the inside out, with dark red blood seeping out of his skin and spilling all over the ground.
He rummaged through the bones as he climbed to the top of the mountain, like a moth instinctively drawn to a flame, already so frantic that he couldn’t even find a way to escape.
Chief Yan and several lieutenants stared at the scene in disbelief.
They originally thought this monster was invincible, something that even dense artillery fire and an army of tens of thousands could not withstand. However, in Teacher Fan’s case, it was a problem that he could solve by simply flicking a few mud splatters.
The monster clearly recognized Teacher Fan, and was calling out his name repeatedly. It was obviously terrified of him, otherwise it wouldn’t have panicked like this without even having met him.
Seeing the monster rolling around on the ground, seemingly with nowhere to run, Chief Yan suddenly had a phrase pop into his mind——scared shitless.
“These children were stripped of their flesh and organs as soon as they were born, squeezed into juice, and their bones were burned to ashes.” Fan Jialuo said slowly, “The pain he is enduring now is less than one ten-thousandth of the pain these children have experienced. All good and evil have their causes and effects, and no one can escape them.”
Chief Yan watched as the mud dolls relentlessly plunged into Zhang Wencheng’s body, and suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. The darkness of the human heart was vividly displayed in this scene.
The lieutenants were stunned. Although they were filled with fear, they were too stiff to blink.
“That’s about enough. I’ll go clean up the mess. You’d better not approach until you’re sure he’s completely incapacitated.” Fan Jialuo said, standing up.
“Alright, I’ll have a helicopter take you there.” Chief Yan then broke free from the frozen shock and strode out——
Several tens of minutes later, Fan Jialuo used a rope ladder to descend onto a patch of grass in the valley. Hundreds of sharpshooters lay prone on the earthen slopes surrounding the valley, aiming their guns at the dying Zhang Wencheng. His body, which had just regained its human form, was now mangled beyond recognition, with blood gushing from numerous dark holes and internal organs spilling out.
He’s not as good-looking now as he was when he was a mummified corpse.
He stared with bloodshot eyes at the helicopter circling overhead. As if realizing something, he turned his head and glanced down, his fearful gaze meeting that of Fan Jialuo, who was climbing up step by step.
The sword hanging overhead finally fell, but instead of severing his neck, it pierced straight through his spine, leaving his body and soul weak and powerless. His head, held high, crashed heavily onto the withered bones, and two streams of bloody tears flowed from his eyes in the blink of an eye.
Several drones broadcast his terrified, desperate, and helpless appearance to the control center, allowing Chief Yan and others to see it clearly. Faced with such a blood-and-tears-streaked face, all their fear vanished in an instant. A chorus of sighs of relief filled the control center, and some even exaggeratedly patted their chests, as if they had escaped death and were still shaken.
“Shh, be quiet.” Chief Yan waved his hand, signaling everyone to be quiet.
Everyone held their breath and watched in silence as the two faced off.
It wasn’t exactly a fair showdown. To put it precisely, one was completely at ease, while the other felt as though the apocalypse had arrived
Zhang Wencheng’s body was tense, his hands gripping the skeletons as he slowly moved backward, trying to increase the distance between himself and Fan Jialuo. Fan Jialuo, however, strolled forward, even bending down halfway to pluck a flower that resembled frost growing among the withered bones.
“The ghost pipe feeds on decaying plants and flesh, wherever it grows, death follows. It is also known as the Flower of Death.” He held the exquisitely beautiful yet chilling flower in his hand, walked step by step to Zhang Wencheng’s side, bent down, and placed the flower on the other’s chest, as if the living were paying a tribute to the dead.
Zhang Wencheng’s violently heaving chest immediately froze, and he didn’t even dare to breathe.
He continued to move backward, his handsome face contorted with deep fear.
Fan Jialuo crouched down, lifted his chin with his fingertips, and carefully examined his familiar features. He spoke softly, “A peerless gentleman, radiant as jade among men. Unable to share a life in this world, ask only to return to the dust together. The unparalleled Young Master Zhang, it is time for you to return to the dust.”
These words were like a death warrant, causing Zhang Wencheng to completely give up his will to live. He looked up and shrugged, then after a while began to dig at the skeletons beneath him. He then laboriously pulled out a birdcage made of gold wire, which was already twisted in shape, and held it in his hands.
“Do you still remember this birdcage? When I ran away, I inexplicably took it with me. All these years, wherever I go, I still carry it with me. Song Enci always asks me why, and I can’t answer. Back then, I racked my brains but couldn’t figure it out. But now I understand. Actually, I had a premonition from the beginning that in your eyes, we were like two caged birds. No matter how high or far we flew, one day we would fall back into your palm. Hahaha, I knew it from the very beginning……”
Fan Jialuo looked down at him with pity in his eyes, but this pity seemed like the pity of a clay idol, devoid of any real warmth or human emotion.
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