bookbashuk Chapter 101 No. 81 Chaoyangmen Inner Street
Chapter 101 No. 81 Chaoyangmen Inner Street
Looking into those eyes brimming with tears, I felt inexplicably guilty and whispered in a barely audible voice, "I like you!"
"Speak louder, haven't you eaten yet?"
Fatty Lin punched me in the back with a thud, almost knocking the air out of me.
"I like you!"
I said loudly.
"That's more like it!"
Long Ni'er burst into laughter through her tears, threw herself into my arms, and pinched the soft flesh of my waist, saying, "Brother, I'll forgive you this time, but if you do it again, I won't let you off!"
"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!"
I almost burst into tears.
"It's good that you know it hurts!"
After kissing me on the cheek, Long Nier let go, her face already flushed with embarrassment.
I rubbed my lower back and looked at Fatty Lin. He had already retreated three meters away, laughing heartlessly as he watched the spectacle.
I pointed at him, about to curse, when Long Nier frowned and said, "You're pointing at Fatty too?"
"Just kidding!"
I awkwardly withdrew my hand and sighed inwardly. I'm in for a rough time. Fatty Lin is going further and further down the path of sabotaging me.
An hour later, the person delivering the materials arrived.
The man who arrived was a middle-aged man in his thirties who claimed to be surnamed Zhang and a government official. All that was known was that he had come to deliver documents; nothing else was known.
After receiving the document, I called Uncle Liu to let him know and casually asked if I could look at it.
Master Liu said it's up to me; I can watch it if I want, and I don't have to if I don't want to.
I definitely have to watch this!
Once opened, the book, besides outlining the approximate locations of several underground armories left by the Japanese, mainly introduces various haunted houses in Shenyang.
These haunted houses each have their own reasons for being haunted, but three of them caught my attention.
One is Xin Hubei Guozhichun, formerly the Tiexi No. 1 Woolen Mill, which was the execution ground for the Japanese before liberation.
One of the main reasons for building the wool mill here was to suppress the resentment in the area.
Later, the wool mill went bankrupt, and with its declining popularity, resentment naturally spread.
To resolve this issue, a large-scale Buddhist ritual for the deceased needs to be performed.
Large-scale memorial services require money.
The government certainly won't pay for it; you can't explain that!
Thus, this place became a notorious ominous site.
The second place is the Gliding Third District, which was originally a mass burial ground. The problem is the same as the previous place, and a large-scale ritual for the deceased is needed to resolve it.
The third place is Rongsheng Happiness Avenue, the former site of the crematorium.
The problems in these three places are exactly the same; they can be solved as long as you're willing to spend money.
The problem is that this amount of money is too much for the average person to afford, and the government can't afford to spend it either. The key issue is that they can't explain it. But none of this matters to Ma Shuai.
Solving these three problems will, while not guaranteeing a complete cure, certainly restore Master Ma's spirit to a significant degree.
Besides these three places, there are other haunted houses in the area, such as the Tiexi Haunted House, which are quite famous throughout the country.
After reviewing the information, I called Ma Shuai and asked him to send someone over to pick up the documents. I also briefly explained the solution to the problem.
We two brothers definitely can't take on this job. The reason is simple: large-scale funeral rites require too many people.
Those who can take on this kind of work are usually famous temples and Taoist monasteries.
With Ma Shuai's connections, we two brothers don't need to worry about these things.
In addition, I told Ma Shuai a piece of information I had obtained from Master Liu.
The underground armory that the Japanese built in the old forest contained not only weapons, but also some rare and precious materials they had looted, as well as some Taoist ritual implements and Buddhist treasures.
If they can find it, with the help of the Buddhist treasures inside, his old immortal's injuries can most likely be healed.
After hearing this, Ma Shuai expressed his gratitude and made a request: if he really found the entrance to the underground armory, he hoped that the two of us could go over and help him.
He said he didn't trust anyone else.
I neither agreed nor disagreed; I just said we'd talk about it when the time came.
Two days later, Master Liu came to the clinic in person.
"Second Master, this is my girlfriend, Long Ni'er!"
Upon seeing Master Liu, Fatty Lin gave me a wink, and I immediately pulled Long Nier over to introduce her.
Without hesitation, Old Master Liu reached into his pocket, pulled out a coin tied with a red string, and handed it over, saying, "This little girl is really beautiful. If that old man Lao Feng knew he had such a granddaughter-in-law, he'd be overjoyed!"
"Thank you, Grandpa Liu!"
Long Nier called out sweetly and accepted the gift.
Long Nier rarely hesitates to accept gifts from her elders.
"Second Master, what's the plan this time?"
Fatty Lin leaned over and asked.
"You brat, you're nothing like your grandpa! How can you be so shameless? Even Xiao Feng has been corrupted by you!"
Master Liu pointed at Fatty Lin; he had seen right through my little scheme.
"Second Master, these days, how can you fight against those shameless guys in the entertainment industry if you don't have a thick skin? As for Xiao Feng, he didn't learn bad things from me. You don't know, that kid is full of bad ideas. He's the one who corrupted me!"
"I feel wronged," Fatty Lin said.
"You little brat, you're talking nonsense!"
Master Liu glared at him, then waved his hand and said, "Alright, let's get down to business!"
Upon hearing that it was a serious matter, the three of us straightened our spirits.
"This mission at No. 81 Chaonei Street isn't very risky. The main purpose is to let you see the methods of certain powerful families!" said Master Liu.
"The methods of powerful clans?"
Lin the Fat and I exchanged a glance, and I asked, "Second Master, are you saying that the infamous haunted house at No. 81 Chaonei Street was created by some powerful family?"
"That's right!" Master Liu nodded.
"Second Master, why are they doing this?" I asked.
"Don't understand?" Master Liu looked at me, then at Fatty Lin.
We both nodded repeatedly, like chicks pecking at rice.
"That's perfectly fine if you don't understand!"
Master Liu chuckled, showing no intention of saying anything.
"Second Master, you're my own master, so stop being so mysterious!" Fatty Lin said anxiously, scratching his head and cheeks.
Me too, Master Liu is really good at keeping people in suspense.
"I can't be your grandfather. If your grandfather knew, he'd crawl out of the grave and come after me!" Old Master Liu said slowly.
"You're like my own grandfather. If my grandfather ever comes out of hiding and comes after you, I'll beat him up for you!" Fatty Lin said, patting his chest.
"Get lost!"
Old Master Liu was so angry he laughed. He kicked Fatty Lin and said, "Do you know what happened at No. 81 Chaonei Street in the old days?"
"I don't know!" The three of us shook our heads at the same time.
"The story of No. 81 Chaonei Street dates back to the late Qing Dynasty!"
Liu Erye rubbed his fingers together, and Fatty Lin quickly took out a cigarette, lit it for him, and Liu Erye nodded in satisfaction, exhaling a smoke ring as he said, "That piece of land was granted to American missionaries in the late Qing Dynasty. Those missionaries built a two-story house there, and that's when the trouble started!"