A funeral director is a person who is responsible for burying the dead. No wonder her dress and tone were so solemn, and there was an unpleasant aura of death around her. “Today is the last day of Ramadan.” Mrs. Gree still stared at her with that unpleasant look and said, "I went to the abandoned manor as usual to clean up the fallen leaves from the tombstones there, and I happened to hear an extremely faint collision sound." "What does the crash mean—" "I followed the sound and found the place. It was a tombstone with 'Eshun Hitzfeld, 1926-1943' engraved on it." "The sound came from under the marble slab directly above the tomb. I used the tools I had with me to dig open the slab and found you in a closed coffin." "……"silence. "So that should be the noise you made when you woke up suddenly and struggled hard in the oxygen-deficient environment underground. It was also thanks to your instinctive struggle that I was able to find you, rescue you, and bring you back..." "and many more."
Leng Qing interrupted her, took a deep breath and said, "Don't you think this story is too ridiculous?" If she was dead, how did she manage to sleep in such an underground environment and wake up until now? What is this, coming back to life? Moreover, her tone was so calm when she described this situation which sounded so unscientific. If she remembered correctly, the era she lived in was clearly the new century two thousand years later. As a result, she died, and was resurrected in the future, but her date of birth and time of death were greatly advanced? Unless this is a different world. Then why did she mention "that abandoned manor"... Could it be that the manor and the cemetery attached to it traveled through time with her? What happened after she opened the box? Maybe it was because she had just woken up and her body was still very weak, or maybe it was the effect of the injury on her left eye. The faster her mind worked, the more severe the pain in her left eye became. Her entire head was in pain and she could hardly stand. When she was about to fall, she felt someone hugging her. "You are weak after sleeping for so long." The sound seemed to come from the sky. She wanted to speak, but couldn't. The pain intensified and she felt the familiar darkness closing in on her. "Get some more sleep, Esun Hitzfell." She heard Mrs. Greer whispering to her. "This time, I promise it won't be that long."
Chapter 2: Evil Spirits and Warnings When she woke up again, Leng Qing was startled by a tall statue standing at the foot of the bed. It is at least 2 meters tall and is made entirely of a metal-like material. Huge screws are nailed into the joints such as the forehead and shoulders. A ghost face is painted with red, white and green paint, which is somewhat similar to the facial makeup in Peking Opera. A thing like this... Anyone who wakes up and finds it leaning against the shadow behind the door facing them would probably be scared. "A mechanical golem." As the sound came, Mrs. Gree entered the room carrying a tray. "That was my husband's relic. He believed that his research could make this golem move, but he never succeeded until his death." She placed the plate on a small table, then picked up the table and moved it to the bed, motioning Leng Qing to raise her arm. Leng Qing opened her mouth. Her fragile self-esteem wanted her to refuse, but the hunger in her stomach and the aroma wafting in the room made her obey. With her arms raised, the four legs of the table wrapped around her waist and thighs like a cage. On it was placed a plate of meat porridge, a cup of water, and a silver spoon. "Eat." Mrs. Glee looked at her. "If you have any questions, talk after you finish eating." Leng Qing glanced at her and found that she was still standing beside him obediently. She wanted to say something, like "thank you," but when she spoke it, it turned out to be: "You didn't add anything to it?" …She even wanted to sew her mouth shut with that spoon. When she woke up again, she didn't change back... This was still an unknown place, an even unknown era... If this woman hadn't lied, then she had saved her life. In any case, this was definitely not the tone to use to treat a benefactor. "If I wanted to, I have at least 300 ways to make you poisoned and die without knowing it." Mrs. Gree's next words made her eyes jump. "Noctilucent Flower, Ghost Eye Grass, Sun-Defying Narcissus, they are all invisible killers. This place may be more dangerous than you think." A mysterious guy. Who are you trying to fool with something you read from a novel? Leng Qing decided to ignore her and scooped a spoonful of meat porridge into her mouth. The sticky meat porridge was slightly hot. She stirred her tongue and was immediately conquered by the flavor between her lips and teeth. The consistency of the rice porridge is just right, not too sticky so that people feel there is a layer of "porridge skin" in every bite, but not too thin, just enough for people to distinguish the porridge water. Each soft and glutinous rice grain seemed to be mixed with shredded meat that looked like swimming fish. As she chewed it gently, the freshness of the porridge and the rich aroma of the meat mixed together and burst in her mouth, making her take bite after bite unconsciously, and she finished half of it in just a few spoonfuls. "Can you tell me what it feels like to have your parents missing?" Mrs. Glee suddenly said.
"Pfft! Cough cough cough cough!" Leng Qing choked and began to cough violently. "You...how did you..." "how could I know." Mrs. Gree's expression remained calm. "Because you are so special." "Children of your age didn't make a big fuss after waking up, nor did they show strong vigilance against strangers... I know you want to say that you have been vigilant enough, but normal children are not like you. They will be more excited because they are constantly comparing the strange environment in front of them with their cognition of 'home', and constantly comparing me with their parents." "But you don't have that feeling. You don't even show the slightest aggression. This shows that deep down you are a bit self-destructive and indifferent to the change in your environment. I think it's either because you don't have any hope for your family, or you simply lack the opportunity to make such a comparison... But there's no indifference or resentment towards the secular environment in your eyes, so I guess you are not a simple orphan, nor a poor thing abandoned by your parents. You just... you don't even know if they are still alive." Was I being that obvious? Leng Qing was very shocked. She once thought that this skill of "reading people's expressions" only appeared in Conan Doyle's novels, and never thought that there would be a day when she would actually experience it. Especially since the performer is not a lean gentleman with a hooked nose, but a dogmatic old woman. "Can you see anything else?" She was a little curious and also a little unconvinced. For a moment, she forgot to explore the mystery of her awakening, and even forgot to ask about the condition of her left eye. She only wanted to know how Mrs. Glee would arrange her habits. "You hold a spoon the same way you hold a pen, and you may have been in a high-pressure learning environment for a long time." Her only remaining right eye widened slightly. "I once said that I dug you out of 'that grave', but you only questioned the fact that you were dug out, and didn't even bother to ask about 'them'. It was as if the people in Hitzfeld Manor had nothing to do with you. From that point on, I felt that you might not have the last name Hitzfeld... maybe you have the last name, but you definitely didn't live there often, and you might only have a quarter, or even less, of the family bloodline." Her little mouth gradually opened. "Your attitude towards others is distant, but it can still be seen that you are well educated. Normally, a well-educated lady would not sit, stand or speak in that tone. From this point of view, I think you may have been a boy..." Leng Qing was so scared that she dropped the spoon. "But that's unlikely." She saw Mrs. Greer lower her head. "One 'outlier' is enough... There can't be a second one. This must be just my illusion..." call. Leng Qing breathed a sigh of relief. but. "What is an 'outlier'?"
She half-closed her right eye and looked at Mrs. Glee. She had a vague feeling that this so-called "abnormal point" might be related to her resurrection. "This house is located in a very remote area!" Mrs. Gree said quietly. "I don't know if people lived peacefully in your time, but now, in 1983, even large settlements like cities still have evil spirits." "Evil... weird?" If she remembered correctly, she had heard similar words from Dr. Griman. "All phenomena that are different from common sense can be classified as evil and weird. The difference is that some are harmless, which can be called 'anomalies'... but some are extremely dangerous and may take people's lives without knowing it." "for example?" Leng Qing glared slightly. "Does my resurrection count?" "The problem now is," Mrs. Glee curled her lips slightly, "you can't prove that you are the owner of the tomb." "what?" "You can't prove that you are Aisuen Hitzfeld, and you can't prove that you are the person who died forty years ago and is engraved on the tombstone. When I found you, you had no photos, no letters, no diary notes, and no statue of you beside the tomb. When I dug you out, your skin was smooth and tender, your hair and clothes were intact, and you didn't even smell of dirt. In this case, even if you tell others that you are resurrected from the dead, do you think anyone will believe you?" "Even if it's me, I can think that you are a playful rich girl who played a prank with her friends and sealed yourself in a tomb. Those people may have abandoned you due to some accident... until I dug you out." “……” Leng Qing was stunned. It seems to be the case. "Of course, I know that's impossible." As if amused by the cute expression of the girl in shock, the curve of Mrs. Glee's mouth widened again. "It rained yesterday, and there are no other footprints around... I believe you are Aisuen Hitzfeld, the last member of the cursed family." "Cursed..." "It's getting late, you should rest." Seeing that she was going to continue asking questions, Mrs. Glee came over and took away the table board. She had almost finished eating and even drank up the glass of water. "but--" Leng Qing wanted to ask more. "Esun Hitzfeld." She interrupted her. “No matter who you are, no matter where you come from.”
"If you want to live well and don't want to be suddenly killed and swallowed by unknown horrors one night, then you'd better keep the following points in mind." Her tone was particularly harsh at this moment. "First, today is the last day of Ramadan. You are safe all day, but starting tomorrow, you have to be careful of the night of the seventh day. That is the peak period for evil activities." "Second, if you find anything around you or on your body that is out of common sense, do not try to solve it yourself. Please report it to me immediately." "Third, restrain your excessive curiosity. Sometimes being alive is the greatest happiness, and there's nothing wrong with keeping silent." Leng Qing looked at her blankly, seeming a little frightened.
