Here is a warehouse of a small logistics company in Dachang City.
However, it was bought by Zhao Kaiming some time ago and turned into a private place.
Today, Zhao Kaiming arrived here as usual on time.
After walking around and making sure that no one had visited, he finally opened the warehouse door with the key.
The spacious and quiet warehouse had no stacked goods.
Zhao Kaiming turned on the lights, closed the warehouse door, and walked straight in.
The empty warehouse echoed with his clear footsteps. Leaning on a cane, he limped along, his face somewhat gloomy.
"I'm back," Zhao Kaiming said, as if telling his family of his arrival. "I ate out today, so I won't be eating at home. Have you not eaten yet? I'll cook for you now." ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ novel★fire.net
Zhao Kaiming came to a corner of the warehouse, where many boxes were stacked.
After opening them, there were various fresh fruits, apples, cherries, cantaloupes, and some frozen steaks, fish, and other top-quality ingredients. The fruits looked imported, and the steaks and fish were of high value.
There were hundreds of boxes of these items.
"How about having pan-fried steak today? And we can't forget the fruits. Cherries are your favorite," Zhao Kaiming said with a smile as he skillfully cooked in the rudimentary kitchen.
He seemed very happy while cooking, as if immersed in it, and anything outside had nothing to do with him.
It took more than an hour.
He made a total of twelve lunches.
The warehouse was filled with the enticing aroma of food. Looking at the crispy and tender steaks on the plates made one's mouth water.
However, after preparing the last portion of fruit, Zhao Kaiming's face instantly turned gloomy.
He didn't say a word, but instead walked to another cardboard box and took out paper money, incense, and other items.
He took a cart and slowly pushed these items into a separate room inside the warehouse.
There was a buzzing sound in the room, the sound of a motor running.
Inside, twelve exquisite and luxurious coffins were neatly arranged.
The coffins contained elderly people, middle-aged men, young women, and even children under ten years old.
Each person in the coffins had been professionally dressed up, looking clean and beautiful, with neat clothes and exquisite makeup. But no matter how carefully they were dressed, it couldn't hide the coldness and stiffness of the bodies.
"Daughter, it's time to eat. Dad made pan-fried steak for you, and there are sweet cherries," Zhao Kaiming placed a lunch in front of the coffin of a cute girl under ten years old in a dress. He then removed the fish that had gone bad and cooled down from the day before.
The girl in the coffin was covered in a thin layer of frost and had been placed in the coffin for a long time.
"Wife, I'm sorry. I didn't take care of our daughter, but don't worry, everything will be fine. I promise to do what I promised you. Our daughter will grow up healthy and beautiful. I'm almost there now. Don't worry, wait a little longer," Zhao Kaiming came to the second coffin, touching the glass on the coffin.
Inside was a beautiful woman in her twenties, with her hands crossed on her stomach, as if she had fallen asleep.
"Have your meal first, don't starve yourself. Take care of your health," Zhao Kaiming placed a lunch down and removed the bad dinner from the day before, then went to the third coffin.
At this point, he suddenly knelt down with a thud, crying like a child, "Mom, I'm sorry, I'm useless. I lied to you. Lili and Guoguo didn't not come back to celebrate your birthday with you. They can't come back, I killed them, and I killed you. Your son has grown up, why did everything turn out ?"
"Mom, I didn't want this, but I couldn't do it. I wanted to commit suicide, but even if I die, it won't end. I can't turn back now."
He cried with his head down, tears streaming down his face, in unbearable pain.
After crying for a while, Zhao Kaiming wiped his tears and said, "Mom, don't worry, everything will be fine. Our family will be reunited. Stay here for now, and I'll take you away soon. We'll travel, shop abroad, and vacation by the sea..."Halfway through his words, Zhao Kaiming suddenly noticed that his dinner placed in front of the ice coffin had been nibbled on, as if a rat had stolen a few bites.
In an instant, his face twisted with fury as he stood up: "Which damned rat dared to steal my mother's dinner."
"Anyone who dares to disturb my family's belongings must die." Zhao Kaiming immediately drew his pistol, chambered a round, and stormed out of the room with a menacing air.
Soon, the quiet warehouse echoed with the sound of gunfire.
The noise lasted for nearly ten minutes.
A fat rat, bloodied and mangled, was brought before the ice coffin by him.
"Mom, you see, this is the culprit who stole your dinner. I've killed it now. You can rest easy, and I swear this will never happen again," Zhao Kaiming said with a smile.
After talking to the ice coffin for a while, he pushed the food cart to the other coffins.
Inside these coffins lay Zhao Kaiming's wife, daughter, parents, uncles... all his dearly beloved relatives.
After all this, he went to the spirit hall set up nearby, burned paper money, offered incense, and respectfully kowtowed three times before twelve memorial tablets.
"Give me a little more time; I won't let your deaths be in vain."
Zhao Kaiming declared loudly, "That Yang Jian, I'm determined to kill him. He absolutely cannot ruin my plans..."
Before he could finish,
A chilling presence suddenly filled the room.
Zhao Kaiming whirled around and roared, "What are you doing here? Is this a place for you, a ghostly thing, to enter? Get out!"
Behind him, there was no one, only a tightly closed door that had somehow opened, now ajar.
"I told you to get out, and you dare to come in?" Zhao Kaiming stood up abruptly, grabbed his gun, and fired repeatedly at the wall beside the door.
"Get out, get out..."
His hoarse roar was like that of a wild beast gone mad, the gunshots from his hand were especially rapid. After emptying one magazine, he immediately loaded a second one, and only after the last magazine was spent did he stop, panting and red-eyed, staring ahead,
"Don't be smug for too long. Once you've met my conditions, you'll regret ever coming into this world."
The wall was riddled with bullet holes.
Although irregularly distributed, they vaguely formed the shape of a person.
Especially the head area, where the bullet holes were most dense.
"Beep beep. Beep beep."
At that moment, the satellite-positioned phone rang.
"Zhao Kaiming, you've hung up on my call again. I've told you so many times, this is a critical moment, we need to maintain 24-hour communication. It's difficult for me when you do this, do you know how much flak I've taken because of you?"
From the phone came the voice of his operator, a woman, judging by the sound.
"You wretched woman, do you want to die speaking to me like that? Don't think you're safe in the call center. Believe it or not, I can have you dead at your workstation right now?" Zhao Kaiming growled.
The operator seemed frightened, her voice unnatural; "I, I just wanted to inform you, there's an emergency. A sudden supernatural event has erupted at the hospital in Dachang City. Ghost Eye Detective Yang Jian and Professor Wang have been involved. You need to go support them immediately. Sun Yi is already on his way."
"I understand, I'm on it."
Zhao Kaiming regained some composure: "Also, this is the last time I remind you, if you're disrespectful again, I'll kill your entire family, including you. And when that time comes, even kneeling before me will be useless. You know I have the power."
"Understood, understood," the operator's voice trembled.
"No need to understand, just remember," Zhao Kaiming said.
He then immediately set off for the hospital where the incident occurred.