Zheng Shuang's superiors must have been pressing down on him so greatly that he immediately brought us to his station without question.
The Deputy Director was also overjoyed and relieved when Zheng Shuang reported to him that I have come up with a way for them to explain the incident. "Personally, I myself failed to make out why was this incident related to the police? Since when does "natural phenomenon" like this fall under the jurisdiction of the police?" Then I heard how serious this matter had become: the higher-ups of the authorities had deemed this case so serious that this task force involved not only the city police forces but also the county-level headquarters.
But I was too young to understand the significance of this. It was only when I was reminiscing this incident with an older Zheng Shuang many many years later, when I finally got it. It was only human behavior. Fear and panic would sweep a community when faced with the inexplicable and in
The sudden question caught every one of us unawares that even Professor Zhang awoke from his torpid stupor. He slowly plucked off the glasses, as if to speak something, but upon finding that he could not see the ghost without the glasses, he put them back on. He peered at the ghost hesitantly and said, "Er... I have to ask... Are you human or...?" The ghost tossed a funny look at him. "Of course I'm a ghost. You think I'd like to be one?!" And that almost made us all cackled. "It's all right," I cut in, saying, "This old man does not believe in ghosts. So I'm only trying to demonstrate to him the existence of ghosts. It's all right now. You may go." Despite showing its annoyance, the ghost would never dare to do anything; not when I'm here. But when it was about to leave, Chongxi took out a stack of joss papers and went to the balcony of the room and burned them. "Here's for your trouble." That seemed to have swayed the ghost's mood somehow and it left jovially in the
Chongxi grimaced, clutching at his head as he looked back and saw Father standing right behind him, grinning widely. "Talk if you will, but nice of you to toss me into the fray, are you?" He chuckled. Chongxi's mention of Godmother had inadvertently grazed the surface of Father's stack of former dalliances, and as if the timing could not be worst, Father must have wandered out of the kitchens to take a brief cigarette respite from his cooking and that was when he heard Chongxi saying, "You can too, if you have a Godmother who can save you!" "Heh heh heh, Uncle Hai," Chongxi giggled as he rubbed his head and said, "Surely your heroics in your heydays have won you scores of many admirers..." Only to have his head banged again. The rest of the table, Xiao Yu included, were snickering quietly, although there was an unmistakable hint of concern in her eyes. She was a more introverted girl, a stark contrast from Yuanyuan, whose temperament was colloquially labe
Aunt Ulan was a stranger to the Labyrinthian Canyon. Part of it was due to Godmother not telling her before about our experiences there. But it was not without reason; knowing Aunt Ulan's temperament, Godmother understood that she would surely insist on a visit to convey her thanks for their help in saving her. More so, the two of them were friends of Father. However, Shang Pei and Zhu Mei were not only near-immortals, but they chose to live as hermits, who never enjoyed the company of others but preferring only to keep to themselves. Hence Godmother had decided not to spare her the details of the Canyon. But Aunt Ulan's love for her surrogate son, me, was as great as Godmother's love for me; she did not ask much about my decision, only reminding me to come back early. Godmother, on the other hand, said nothing; she must have guessed my reason for visiting the Canyon. Edelweiss and I went back to the same way we rode back to Aunt Ulan's camp from the Cany
There was hardly anything much in my recollections of music students' varsity life aside from the habitual eating, sleeping, and repetitive practice sessions, although much of it was bedewed with the occasional truants, and dates. But there was something that set me apart from your usual university undergraduates: a hidden talent called "Ghost-hunting." Of course, dating was a necessity of varsity life. Besides, as the only little brother who played the Chinese zither, I surely had several female fans. But I never dared to tell Edelweiss about that. Readers please kept this secret for me. Thanks a lot! It was only the third day of the military exercise. I was still not used to waking up even before the rooster's crow, although I would continue the first jog of the morning with half-opened eyes and a still-dozing mind. We would be drilled into running lap after lap. Rest would only come when we could finally run no more. But we had neither any complaints, considering th
I was annoyed. Honestly. The girl was too direct and blunt for my liking and I retorted coldly, "I am my father's son and this is the name he has given me. The name which I am proud to bear and I am not pleased with what you said about my name." The girl merely shrugged her shoulders at my reluctance to banter. "Moreover, I don't know that girl and I don't know that she's a friend of yours. Is it wrong to look at them and just grin?" I continued viciously. I didn't know what this girl was thinking; either to try to talk to me or she was approaching me only for some other motives. But most girls would have immediately left indignantly after such sharp words from me. But instead, she giggled. "Come on, there's no need to be so serious! I'm just trying to chat! There's no need to demonstrate to me your close father-and-son love!" I did my best to keep my face straight, staring at her with hardly any more words. But the girl seemed rather impervious to the te
The kick landed right on my sore thigh. The afternoon had seen me running Heaven knows how many laps around the field. My legs had become so frail that I could have sworn they had turned as soft as marshmallows. A painful yelp escaped me when the blow hit my leg and I cursed, "Who the hell would do such a terrible thing!" Even before I could clearly see who it was, I swore, "What the hell! Are you crazy!?"In truth, I had no reservations of sprouting any expletives; not when most of the students in my zither class were almost my size, even though I was still the same scrawny boy fresh out of high school. I was never afraid to get into a fight, more so, when the odds of physical size were more or less even. Right after the chain of curses, I thought, "Here am I, tired as a log, and you dare come provoke me! Come at me then! But don't you ever blame me when I get my tit for tat with a Charm of Divine Sight to make you honest! Let's see how you'd dare come at me again afte
Hearing my name being called, I walked up to the two officers. "I am Murong Shiyan." Instructor Cao was wearing an ugly look while the other studied me darkly. "What's this? Some trouble for me? Is this what Lu Shengnan referring to when she said sorry to me?" I eyed the two army officers suspiciously, and the officer snapped to a salute suddenly! Even I was surprised by this and I returned the salute. "I am the platoon leader in charge of this year's exercise. My name is Song. I have been notified of what happened yesterday and please let it be known that I have reprimanded my man here for what he did. I have called you out today to tender our apology on his behalf and I hope you'd gladly accept it." He paused and turned to Instructor Cao and hissed, "Apologize, quick!" The junior instructor took a step closer and said, "I have been overboard yesterday, Murong Shiyan, and I apologize for my misdemeanor. Please forgive me." He must be trying his best to sound earnest,
The can of Coke I was drinking clunked with Officer Song's as we together toasted to a song well sung! We emptied our drink and I swung my arms dramatically as if drunk by the excitement and exhilaration of the atmosphere. But no one knew that when I swung my arms, my hand was aiming at the black mass just beside me! The punch landed right into the black bulbous mass with a soft thud and it careened away. I had no time to prepare any talismanic charms to deal with this malignant spirit, but charms were not the only one of the many disciplines of my repertoire in dealing with ghosts and spirits! My thumb was pressed against the stub of my ring finger when that fist smashed right into the black gaseous blob. This was a trick called the Vajra's Fist which faintly enchants one's fist with powers to repel evil. The strength of the punch might hardly be enough to fully destroy the spirits, but it was enough to show that I was not your ordinary university student!