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Tang Ning's feet were held in Mo Yunchu's palm; they were not small, yet Mo Yunchu's hand was excessively broad. Combined with Tang Ning's remarkably delicate skin, one couldn't help but associate it with a term suitable for intimate exploration.
Shadows flickered on the glass door, and the hidden gaze sent shivers down Tang Ning's spine.
A handkerchief meticulously wiped the dirt off Tang Ning's legs, sending a subtle shiver through him. Tang Ning turned his head, attempting to evade the reflection on the glass door. The bathroom walls, adorned with countless pristine tiles, reflected Tang Ning's self-deceptive visage on each gleaming surface.
Tang Ning wished to curl up, overwhelmed by an invasive fear and shame threatening to engulf him.
—Stay away.
"What's wrong?" Mo Yunchu softly inquired, "What is Little Ning afraid of?"
—Please, I beg you.
Mo Yunchu set aside the handkerchief, cupping Tang Ning's pale face with both hands. His fingers gently pressed against Tang Ning's cheekbones, his profound phoenix eyes unwaveringly fixed on Tang Ning, as if capable of extracting the deepest secrets from one's soul. "Tell me, okay?"
—Save me.
A drop of blood-red liquid seeped from the ceiling, splashing onto the cold tiles.
Tang Ning's shoulders trembled uncontrollably with each dripping water droplet, reminding him of the real nightmare he had experienced in the bathroom on the first day. How could he narrate all of this to Mo Yunchu without revealing the presence of ghosts?
He felt like he was losing his mind.
Fearing insanity.
"During this time, Little Ning, your emotions have not been quite good, and I'm worried about you," Mo Yunchu's fingers glided over Tang Ning's brow, repeatedly and gently caressing. The touch was so tender that Tang Ning felt like crying.
"Still troubled by the funeral car incident? I've thought of a solution. I'll accompany you to find the driver of the hearse and inquire about the details. How does that sound?"
Tang Ning almost doubted his hearing. This was something he had wanted to do, but due to fear of Old Liu and the unknown, he hadn't dared to act alone.
Tang Ning looked at Mo Yunchu in disbelief, his eyes glistening with tears under the light, like a surprise fallen from the heavens had left him stunned. "Can it really be done?"
Mo Yunchu smiled gently. "Of course."
"But you have a filming schedule," Tang Ning hesitated.
"It's okay. Taking a day off is not a problem," Mo Yunchu reassured, patting Tang Ning's head. "Feeling better now?"
With a docile gaze, Tang Ning nodded earnestly. He wanted to thank Mo Yunchu but worried that Mo Yunchu might expect some reward. After careful consideration, Tang Ning cautiously kissed Mo Yunchu's jawline, observing his reaction. If Mo Yunchu showed any inclination to deepen the kiss, Tang Ning would withdraw like a startled animal.
But Mo Yunchu remained still, his deep phoenix eyes revealing no emotion.
Encouraged, Tang Ning mustered a bit more courage. His eyelashes trembled, and he planted a hesitant kiss on the corner of Mo Yunchu's lips, releasing a sweet fragrance. Blushing, eyes closed, Tang Ning swiftly kissed Mo Yunchu on the lips.
Afterwards, Tang Ning quickly ended the kiss, eyes wide open, glancing nervously. He confessed from the bottom of his heart, "You're really amazing."
Mo Yunchu remained motionless, half-kneeling in front of Tang Ning. His usually handsome face, when devoid of expression, exuded an imposing and distant aura, making Tang Ning momentarily oblivious to any anomalies.
Another drop of blood-red droplet splashed on the floor, and the faint sound of dripping made Mo Yunchu blink. His deep phoenix eyes stared intently at the slightly anxious Tang Ning. A restrained, gentle smile appeared on Mo Yunchu's face as he praised, "Little Ning, you're so obedient."
Tang Ning sensed that Mo Yunchu's mood seemed exceptionally good tonight. Although Mo Yunchu continued to be gentle and considerate as usual, Tang Ning felt a certain warmth in Mo Yunchu's demeanor.
This good mood persisted until Tang Ning fell asleep. Snuggled in Mo Yunchu's embrace, he received a gentle kiss on his forehead, the touch so delicate as if cherishing something precious.
The next day, Tang Ning first inquired with Director Lin about whether Old Liu was working. Learning that Old Liu was off today, Tang Ning then called Old Liu.
No answer.
Finally, accompanied by Mo Yunchu, Tang Ning entered the residential area where Old Liu lived. Apart from the security guard, there was no sign of any movement in the entire neighborhood. Silence enveloped the area like death.
This time, the elevator in the residential area was fixed. Tang Ning and Mo Yunchu stepped inside, finding even the deserted elevator covered with advertisements. Celebrities smiled down at Tang Ning from every poster in the narrow, gloomy space. Unfamiliar faces surrounded Tang Ning, their eyes fixated on him.
Tang Ning tightened his grip on Mo Yunchu's hand, resting his head on Mo Yunchu's shoulder. Suddenly, the elevator door opened on the second floor, revealing an empty hallway. Witnessing this eerie scene, Tang Ning inexplicably recalled what Lu Junchi had once told him—
"He took the elevator, the door opened for no reason, then closed again, and he heard an overload warning."
Mo Yunchu stepped forward, and the cold light spilled onto his hat. He reached out, his slender fingers pressing the door close button. The elevator door shut again.
No overload warning.
The elevator continued to ascend.
Mo Yunchu's palm was warm as he wore a mask and a duckbill cap, fully armed and his expression hidden. Tang Ning, however, found endless security in it, lightly hooking Mo Yunchu's palm with his fingertips.
Under the brim, his narrow phoenix eyes glanced slightly, seeming to question Tang Ning's little actions. Tang Ning showed a soft smile to Mo Yunchu, a smile so gentle that even the long eyelashes couldn't hide the flickering light in his eyes.
These eyes looked beautiful when crying, with thick, curly lashes resembling teardrops of broken pearls. The black pupils, washed translucent, radiated a fragile and delicate beauty.
But when these once tear-reddened eyes smiled, it was a completely different kind of beauty, illuminating the narrow, dim space at that moment.
Once familiar with people, Tang Ning would reveal his lively and cheerful side, becoming inexplicably happy and sharing his good mood with friends.
After these days of getting along, Tang Ning considered Mo Yunchu a good friend.
The elevator doors opened, and Tang Ning, not caring about Mo Yunchu's reaction, boldly stepped out first, still holding Mo Yunchu's hand tightly.
Standing in the silent corridor, Tang Ning rarely raised his head proudly, searching for Old Liu's room based on the door number.
[System, don't you think I'm incredibly brave right now?]
Tang Ning's tone was a bit proud.
[Your statement would be more convincing if you let go of Mo Yunchu's hand before saying that.]
The system ruthlessly punctured Tang Ning's brave facade.
[I won't!]
Tang Ning's hand was firmly intertwined with Mo Yunchu's, and they reached the end of the corridor, standing in front of Old Liu's door.
There was a yellow talisman pasted on Old Liu's door, with strange characters resembling tadpoles. Tang Ning didn't understand its meaning, but he instinctively sensed something ominous from it.
Silently, Tang Ning stepped back to Mo Yunchu's side. Mo Yunchu remained composed, calmly knocking on the door. His knocking wasn't forceful, just a slight turn of the wrist, tapping the door with his knuckles elegantly.
However, the force Mo Yunchu applied was surprisingly strong, the consecutive knocks echoing like a drumbeat. Tang Ning, on the side, listened with an inexplicable sense of anxiety.
Halfway through Mo Yunchu's knocking, the door "bang" opened.
A strong smell of blood hit them.
A blood-drenched cleaver emerged first from the crack in the door, its blade reflecting Tang Ning's fearful gaze. The hand gripping the handle showed swollen veins, and blood gathered on the blade, dripping down.
Blood drops splattered at Tang Ning's feet.
Startled, Tang Ning took a step back, instinctively hiding behind Mo Yunchu. He saw the door fully open, revealing Old Liu holding the cleaver, glaring at Mo Yunchu.
Mo Yunchu, wearing a mask and a duckbill cap, revealed no expression, but his voice was unusually calm and polite, "Mr. Liu, are you cooking?"
"Who are you? What do you want?" Old Liu's gaze shifted to Tang Ning behind Mo Yunchu, his face becoming even more grim. His eyes seemed cannibalistic for a moment. "Get out! Both of you, get out!!!"
Saying that, he prepared to close the door.
But Mo Yunchu's action was faster. He firmly grasped Old Liu's hand waving the cleaver, effortlessly entering the room. "Mr. Liu, we just want to ask you some questions."
"I don't welcome you here!" Mr. Liu's face was furious, and the veins on his forehead bulged.
Tang Ning saw the yellow talisman on the door gently floating, seemingly blown by the wind. But the air here seemed full of dust, and Tang Ning wondered where the wind came from.
Nervously, he looked at Mo Yunchu, who was confronting Old Liu. The cleaver dripping with blood made Tang Ning anxious, fearing that the two might start a fight with a single word.
Facing Old Liu's aggressive attitude, Mo Yunchu remained calm. He took out a card with long, slender fingers from his pocket. "One million for one question."
As this statement came out, Old Liu seemed paused, staring at Mo Yunchu with suspicion. "What did you say?"
"If your answer satisfies me, an additional ten million." Mo Yunchu calmly added, pulling down his mask to reveal an extraordinarily handsome face.
Mo Yunchu's appearance was highly recognizable. Old Liu widened his eyes, stammering, "Are you that big celebrity?!"
With a slight curl of his lips, forming an impeccable smile, Mo Yunchu let go of Old Liu and took out a document from his briefcase. "This is a contract drafted by my lawyer. Our transaction has legal validity."
The clean document bag was handed to Old Liu, who looked at Mo Yunchu in hesitation. After a moment, he reached for a corner of the document bag. The bloodstains on his hand left striking marks on the bag.
Old Liu withdrew his hand, wiping the dirt on his clothes. Then he took the document bag again, pulling out the contract Mo Yunchu mentioned.
He read it slowly and carefully, his cloudy eyes gradually moving with the reading. After finishing the document, he took a deep breath, then turned and entered the room. "Come in, both of you."
Tang Ning, on the side, was already stunned. He hadn't expected Mo Yunchu to handle the situation like this. But thinking about it carefully, Director Lin did mention that Old Liu had given most of his savings to Taoist Hao, so his everyday life might be quite tight.
And Tang Ning had dealt with Taoist Hao, knowing that his prices were high. Without enough money, one could only buy burial clothes from Taoist Hao.
Money indeed made the world go round.
"What are you thinking?" Mo Yunchu held Tang Ning's hand, leading him into Old Liu's room.
Upon entering, Tang Ning saw three pairs of shoes neatly arranged near the shoe cabinet – children's shoes, women's shoes, and men's shoes.
Old Liu's home had no spare slippers, so Tang Ning didn't change his shoes, walking straight into the dark room. It was daytime, but the curtains were drawn, leaving only the kitchen light on.
In the dim light, Tang Ning faintly saw something covered with red cloth in the center of the living room. Most of that area was covered in darkness, with only a few contours dimly lit by the faint light, exuding an ominous red.
Tang Ning looked for a few seconds, feeling somewhat psychologically uncomfortable. He turned his gaze elsewhere, noticing the sofa in the living room, somewhat worn and seemingly cluttered with something. Tang Ning's peripheral vision caught a fleeting figure, startling him. He suddenly turned around, only to realize it was clothes hanging on the drying rack. Due to the closed curtains, the hanging clothes seemed like shadows.
Tang Ning then looked at the dining table, where three sets of bowls and chopsticks were neatly arranged, indicating that Old Liu was preparing to eat.
The dull sound of chopping meat came from the kitchen, and Tang Ning saw Old Liu busy at the stove
.
The kitchen was dirty and messy. The closer Tang Ning got, the more he could smell the nauseating, strong fishy odor emanating from the kitchen door, where a pile of black kitchen waste bags had accumulated.
Tang Ning couldn't help but cover his nose and mouth; he feared he might vomit any moment.
Taking a few cautious steps forward, he found that one of the black garbage bags was not tied properly. A bone stick protruded from the bag, and the bone was covered with tiny bite marks, as if a child had bitten it.
But this bone stick was clearly uncooked.
Moreover, hadn't Old Liu's wife and child died many years ago?
Where did the child come from?
"Bang!"
The sudden noise startled Tang Ning.
Old Liu thrust the knife into the cutting board, and water gushed, washing his palm. He flicked off the water droplets, his tone dark, "Speak, what do you want to ask?"
Mo Yunchu looked at Tang Ning, gesturing for him to ask the question.
Tang Ning asked cautiously, "On the night of July 22nd, did your hearse pick up any passengers during the journey?"
by kipziart Follow
Tang Ning's feet were held in Mo Yunchu's palm; they were not small, yet Mo Yunchu's hand was excessively broad. Combined with Tang Ning's remarkably delicate skin, one couldn't help but associate it with a term suitable for intimate exploration.
Shadows flickered on the glass door, and the hidden gaze sent shivers down Tang Ning's spine.
A handkerchief meticulously wiped the dirt off Tang Ning's legs, sending a subtle shiver through him. Tang Ning turned his head, attempting to evade the reflection on the glass door. The bathroom walls, adorned with countless pristine tiles, reflected Tang Ning's self-deceptive visage on each gleaming surface.
Tang Ning wished to curl up, overwhelmed by an invasive fear and shame threatening to engulf him.
—Stay away.
"What's wrong?" Mo Yunchu softly inquired, "What is Little Ning afraid of?"
—Please, I beg you.
Mo Yunchu set aside the handkerchief, cupping Tang Ning's pale face with both hands. His fingers gently pressed against Tang Ning's cheekbones, his profound phoenix eyes unwaveringly fixed on Tang Ning, as if capable of extracting the deepest secrets from one's soul. "Tell me, okay?"
—Save me.
A drop of blood-red liquid seeped from the ceiling, splashing onto the cold tiles.
Tang Ning's shoulders trembled uncontrollably with each dripping water droplet, reminding him of the real nightmare he had experienced in the bathroom on the first day. How could he narrate all of this to Mo Yunchu without revealing the presence of ghosts?
He felt like he was losing his mind.
Fearing insanity.
"During this time, Little Ning, your emotions have not been quite good, and I'm worried about you," Mo Yunchu's fingers glided over Tang Ning's brow, repeatedly and gently caressing. The touch was so tender that Tang Ning felt like crying.
"Still troubled by the funeral car incident? I've thought of a solution. I'll accompany you to find the driver of the hearse and inquire about the details. How does that sound?"
Tang Ning almost doubted his hearing. This was something he had wanted to do, but due to fear of Old Liu and the unknown, he hadn't dared to act alone.
Tang Ning looked at Mo Yunchu in disbelief, his eyes glistening with tears under the light, like a surprise fallen from the heavens had left him stunned. "Can it really be done?"
Mo Yunchu smiled gently. "Of course."
"But you have a filming schedule," Tang Ning hesitated.
"It's okay. Taking a day off is not a problem," Mo Yunchu reassured, patting Tang Ning's head. "Feeling better now?"
With a docile gaze, Tang Ning nodded earnestly. He wanted to thank Mo Yunchu but worried that Mo Yunchu might expect some reward. After careful consideration, Tang Ning cautiously kissed Mo Yunchu's jawline, observing his reaction. If Mo Yunchu showed any inclination to deepen the kiss, Tang Ning would withdraw like a startled animal.
But Mo Yunchu remained still, his deep phoenix eyes revealing no emotion.
Encouraged, Tang Ning mustered a bit more courage. His eyelashes trembled, and he planted a hesitant kiss on the corner of Mo Yunchu's lips, releasing a sweet fragrance. Blushing, eyes closed, Tang Ning swiftly kissed Mo Yunchu on the lips.
Afterwards, Tang Ning quickly ended the kiss, eyes wide open, glancing nervously. He confessed from the bottom of his heart, "You're really amazing."
Mo Yunchu remained motionless, half-kneeling in front of Tang Ning. His usually handsome face, when devoid of expression, exuded an imposing and distant aura, making Tang Ning momentarily oblivious to any anomalies.
Another drop of blood-red droplet splashed on the floor, and the faint sound of dripping made Mo Yunchu blink. His deep phoenix eyes stared intently at the slightly anxious Tang Ning. A restrained, gentle smile appeared on Mo Yunchu's face as he praised, "Little Ning, you're so obedient."
Tang Ning sensed that Mo Yunchu's mood seemed exceptionally good tonight. Although Mo Yunchu continued to be gentle and considerate as usual, Tang Ning felt a certain warmth in Mo Yunchu's demeanor.
This good mood persisted until Tang Ning fell asleep. Snuggled in Mo Yunchu's embrace, he received a gentle kiss on his forehead, the touch so delicate as if cherishing something precious.
The next day, Tang Ning first inquired with Director Lin about whether Old Liu was working. Learning that Old Liu was off today, Tang Ning then called Old Liu.
No answer.
Finally, accompanied by Mo Yunchu, Tang Ning entered the residential area where Old Liu lived. Apart from the security guard, there was no sign of any movement in the entire neighborhood. Silence enveloped the area like death.
This time, the elevator in the residential area was fixed. Tang Ning and Mo Yunchu stepped inside, finding even the deserted elevator covered with advertisements. Celebrities smiled down at Tang Ning from every poster in the narrow, gloomy space. Unfamiliar faces surrounded Tang Ning, their eyes fixated on him.
Tang Ning tightened his grip on Mo Yunchu's hand, resting his head on Mo Yunchu's shoulder. Suddenly, the elevator door opened on the second floor, revealing an empty hallway. Witnessing this eerie scene, Tang Ning inexplicably recalled what Lu Junchi had once told him—
"He took the elevator, the door opened for no reason, then closed again, and he heard an overload warning."
Mo Yunchu stepped forward, and the cold light spilled onto his hat. He reached out, his slender fingers pressing the door close button. The elevator door shut again.
No overload warning.
The elevator continued to ascend.
Mo Yunchu's palm was warm as he wore a mask and a duckbill cap, fully armed and his expression hidden. Tang Ning, however, found endless security in it, lightly hooking Mo Yunchu's palm with his fingertips.
Under the brim, his narrow phoenix eyes glanced slightly, seeming to question Tang Ning's little actions. Tang Ning showed a soft smile to Mo Yunchu, a smile so gentle that even the long eyelashes couldn't hide the flickering light in his eyes.
These eyes looked beautiful when crying, with thick, curly lashes resembling teardrops of broken pearls. The black pupils, washed translucent, radiated a fragile and delicate beauty.
But when these once tear-reddened eyes smiled, it was a completely different kind of beauty, illuminating the narrow, dim space at that moment.
Once familiar with people, Tang Ning would reveal his lively and cheerful side, becoming inexplicably happy and sharing his good mood with friends.
After these days of getting along, Tang Ning considered Mo Yunchu a good friend.
The elevator doors opened, and Tang Ning, not caring about Mo Yunchu's reaction, boldly stepped out first, still holding Mo Yunchu's hand tightly.
Standing in the silent corridor, Tang Ning rarely raised his head proudly, searching for Old Liu's room based on the door number.
[System, don't you think I'm incredibly brave right now?]
Tang Ning's tone was a bit proud.
[Your statement would be more convincing if you let go of Mo Yunchu's hand before saying that.]
The system ruthlessly punctured Tang Ning's brave facade.
[I won't!]
Tang Ning's hand was firmly intertwined with Mo Yunchu's, and they reached the end of the corridor, standing in front of Old Liu's door.
There was a yellow talisman pasted on Old Liu's door, with strange characters resembling tadpoles. Tang Ning didn't understand its meaning, but he instinctively sensed something ominous from it.
Silently, Tang Ning stepped back to Mo Yunchu's side. Mo Yunchu remained composed, calmly knocking on the door. His knocking wasn't forceful, just a slight turn of the wrist, tapping the door with his knuckles elegantly.
However, the force Mo Yunchu applied was surprisingly strong, the consecutive knocks echoing like a drumbeat. Tang Ning, on the side, listened with an inexplicable sense of anxiety.
Halfway through Mo Yunchu's knocking, the door "bang" opened.
A strong smell of blood hit them.
A blood-drenched cleaver emerged first from the crack in the door, its blade reflecting Tang Ning's fearful gaze. The hand gripping the handle showed swollen veins, and blood gathered on the blade, dripping down.
Blood drops splattered at Tang Ning's feet.
Startled, Tang Ning took a step back, instinctively hiding behind Mo Yunchu. He saw the door fully open, revealing Old Liu holding the cleaver, glaring at Mo Yunchu.
Mo Yunchu, wearing a mask and a duckbill cap, revealed no expression, but his voice was unusually calm and polite, "Mr. Liu, are you cooking?"
"Who are you? What do you want?" Old Liu's gaze shifted to Tang Ning behind Mo Yunchu, his face becoming even more grim. His eyes seemed cannibalistic for a moment. "Get out! Both of you, get out!!!"
Saying that, he prepared to close the door.
But Mo Yunchu's action was faster. He firmly grasped Old Liu's hand waving the cleaver, effortlessly entering the room. "Mr. Liu, we just want to ask you some questions."
"I don't welcome you here!" Mr. Liu's face was furious, and the veins on his forehead bulged.
Tang Ning saw the yellow talisman on the door gently floating, seemingly blown by the wind. But the air here seemed full of dust, and Tang Ning wondered where the wind came from.
Nervously, he looked at Mo Yunchu, who was confronting Old Liu. The cleaver dripping with blood made Tang Ning anxious, fearing that the two might start a fight with a single word.
Facing Old Liu's aggressive attitude, Mo Yunchu remained calm. He took out a card with long, slender fingers from his pocket. "One million for one question."
As this statement came out, Old Liu seemed paused, staring at Mo Yunchu with suspicion. "What did you say?"
"If your answer satisfies me, an additional ten million." Mo Yunchu calmly added, pulling down his mask to reveal an extraordinarily handsome face.
Mo Yunchu's appearance was highly recognizable. Old Liu widened his eyes, stammering, "Are you that big celebrity?!"
With a slight curl of his lips, forming an impeccable smile, Mo Yunchu let go of Old Liu and took out a document from his briefcase. "This is a contract drafted by my lawyer. Our transaction has legal validity."
The clean document bag was handed to Old Liu, who looked at Mo Yunchu in hesitation. After a moment, he reached for a corner of the document bag. The bloodstains on his hand left striking marks on the bag.
Old Liu withdrew his hand, wiping the dirt on his clothes. Then he took the document bag again, pulling out the contract Mo Yunchu mentioned.
He read it slowly and carefully, his cloudy eyes gradually moving with the reading. After finishing the document, he took a deep breath, then turned and entered the room. "Come in, both of you."
Tang Ning, on the side, was already stunned. He hadn't expected Mo Yunchu to handle the situation like this. But thinking about it carefully, Director Lin did mention that Old Liu had given most of his savings to Taoist Hao, so his everyday life might be quite tight.
And Tang Ning had dealt with Taoist Hao, knowing that his prices were high. Without enough money, one could only buy burial clothes from Taoist Hao.
Money indeed made the world go round.
"What are you thinking?" Mo Yunchu held Tang Ning's hand, leading him into Old Liu's room.
Upon entering, Tang Ning saw three pairs of shoes neatly arranged near the shoe cabinet – children's shoes, women's shoes, and men's shoes.
Old Liu's home had no spare slippers, so Tang Ning didn't change his shoes, walking straight into the dark room. It was daytime, but the curtains were drawn, leaving only the kitchen light on.
In the dim light, Tang Ning faintly saw something covered with red cloth in the center of the living room. Most of that area was covered in darkness, with only a few contours dimly lit by the faint light, exuding an ominous red.
Tang Ning looked for a few seconds, feeling somewhat psychologically uncomfortable. He turned his gaze elsewhere, noticing the sofa in the living room, somewhat worn and seemingly cluttered with something. Tang Ning's peripheral vision caught a fleeting figure, startling him. He suddenly turned around, only to realize it was clothes hanging on the drying rack. Due to the closed curtains, the hanging clothes seemed like shadows.
Tang Ning then looked at the dining table, where three sets of bowls and chopsticks were neatly arranged, indicating that Old Liu was preparing to eat.
The dull sound of chopping meat came from the kitchen, and Tang Ning saw Old Liu busy at the stove
.
The kitchen was dirty and messy. The closer Tang Ning got, the more he could smell the nauseating, strong fishy odor emanating from the kitchen door, where a pile of black kitchen waste bags had accumulated.
Tang Ning couldn't help but cover his nose and mouth; he feared he might vomit any moment.
Taking a few cautious steps forward, he found that one of the black garbage bags was not tied properly. A bone stick protruded from the bag, and the bone was covered with tiny bite marks, as if a child had bitten it.
But this bone stick was clearly uncooked.
Moreover, hadn't Old Liu's wife and child died many years ago?
Where did the child come from?
"Bang!"
The sudden noise startled Tang Ning.
Old Liu thrust the knife into the cutting board, and water gushed, washing his palm. He flicked off the water droplets, his tone dark, "Speak, what do you want to ask?"
Mo Yunchu looked at Tang Ning, gesturing for him to ask the question.
Tang Ning asked cautiously, "On the night of July 22nd, did your hearse pick up any passengers during the journey?"
