Mysterious Revival

This place is a warehouse of a small logistics company in Dachang City.

However, it was bought by Zhao Kaiming a while ago, and he turned it into a private space.

And he lived here.

Today, as usual, Zhao Kaiming arrived here on time.

After making sure no one had visited by doing a round outside, he finally felt relieved to unlock the large door of the warehouse with his key.

The warehouse, without piles of goods, was spacious and quiet.

Zhao Kaiming turned on the light, closed the warehouse door, and walked straight in.

His clear footsteps echoed in the empty warehouse, and he, leaning on a cane and limping, had a somewhat gloomy expression on his face.

"I'm back," Zhao Kaiming said, as if informing his family of his arrival.

"Today I ate out, so I won't be eating at home. You haven't eaten yet, have you? I'll make you some food now."

He talked to himself alone; no one in the empty warehouse answered him, but it all seemed so natural.

Zhao Kaiming went to a corner of the warehouse where lots of boxes were piled up.

Once opened, they revealed all sorts of fresh fruit, like apples, cherries, cantaloupes, as well as some frozen steaks and fish. From the packaging, it was clear that the fruits were imported, and the steaks and fish were top-quality ingredients, which looked quite valuable.

And there were hundreds of boxes of these items.

"How about pan-fried steak for today? Right, can't forget the fruit; these cherries are your favorite, my daughter," Zhao Kaiming said with a smile as he began to cook skillfully in the simple kitchen.

He was happy while cooking, as if immersed in it, as though everything outside was of no concern to him.

He spent well over an hour.

He made a total of twelve lunches.

The warehouse was filled with a tempting aroma of food, and the sight of those plates with the steaks cooked to a perfect crisp on the outside and tender on the inside was enough to make one's mouth water.

However, once he had finished preparing the last portion of fruit, Zhao Kaiming's face instantly turned dark.

Without saying a word, he went to another cardboard box, took out paper money, incense, and the like.

He pushed these items slowly on a cart into a separate room inside the warehouse.

There was a humming sound coming from the room, the sound of an electric motor running.

Inside, twelve exquisite and luxurious coffins were neatly arranged.

The coffins contained old people, middle-aged men, young women, and even children under ten years of age.

Each person placed in the coffins was dressed cleanly and beautifully by professional beauticians, with neat and proper clothes, and exquisite, unique makeup.

But no matter how carefully they were dressed, the icy coldness and stiffness of those corpses couldn't be concealed.

"Daughter, time to eat. Daddy made you a pan-fried steak and sweet cherries," Zhao Kaiming said as he placed a lunch in front of the small table by the coffin, then removed the fish steak that had completely cooled and spoiled from the day before.

In the coffin was a cute little girl under ten, dressed in a dress.

But at that moment, the little girl's body was covered in a thin layer of frost, having been placed in this coffin for quite a while.

"Wife, I'm sorry, I failed to take care of our daughter. But don't worry, everything will be okay. I promised you and I will fulfill it. Our daughter will surely grow up healthy, become a beautiful young lady. Now, I'm almost there; just be patient, wait a little longer, give it a few more days," Zhao Kaiming said as he went to the second coffin, touching the glass of the coffin.

Inside was a beautiful woman in her early twenties, currently with her hands crossed over her stomach, as though she had fallen asleep.

"You eat first, don't starve yourself. You have to take good care of your body."

After placing down the lunch, Zhao Kaiming then collected the spoiled dinner from yesterday and moved on to the third coffin.

At that moment, he suddenly fell to his knees with a thud and started to cry like a child; "Mom, I'm sorry. It's my fault for being useless. I lied to you. Xiao Li and Guoguo didn't refuse to come back for your birthday; they can't come back anymore. I killed them, and I killed you too. Your son had finally made something of himself, why did everything turn out this way?"

"Mom, I didn't want it to be like this, but I can't do it, I really can't. I thought about suicide, but if I died, none of this would end, and I can't go back anymore."

He bowed his head, crying, tears streaming down his face, in unbearable pain.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

After a good while of crying, Zhao Kaiming wiped his tears and lifted his head to say, "Mom, rest assured, everything will get better. We will be reunited as a family. Mom, just stay here for now, and soon I'll take you away from here. We'll go traveling, shop abroad, and take vacations by the seaside..."

Mid-sentence, Zhao Kaiming suddenly noticed that the dinner he'd placed in front of the ice coffin had bite marks on it, as though a rat had nibbled at it.

Instantly, he stood up with a ferocious look on his face: "Which damned rat dared to steal my mom's dinner."

"Anyone who dares to disturb my family's belongings must die." Zhao Kaiming immediately drew his pistol, chambered a round, and then strode out of the room, seething with rage.

Soon, gunshots echoed through the quiet warehouse.

The sound lasted for nearly ten minutes.

A fat rat, shot to a bloody pulp, was brought before the ice coffin by him.

"Mom, you saw it, this is the thief that stole your dinner, and now I've killed it. You can be at ease now, and I definitely won't let this kind of thing happen again," said Zhao Kaiming with a smile.

After talking to himself in front of the ice coffin for a while, he again pushed the meal cart to serve food in front of the other coffins.

The people lying inside these coffins were Zhao Kaiming's wife, daughters, parents, uncles... all were his very close relatives.

After doing all this, he stood before the shrine he had set up nearby, burning paper money, offering incense, and respectfully kowtowing three times before twelve memorial tablets.

"Give me a little more time, and I won't let your deaths be in vain."

Zhao Kaiming shouted loudly, "I am determined to kill that Yang Jian. I absolutely can't let him ruin my plan..."

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Before he could finish speaking,

A cold draft suddenly filled the room.

Zhao Kaiming whipped around and bellowed, "What are you doing here? Is this a place for you, you ghostly thing? Get out!"

Behind him, there was no one. Only a firmly closed door had somehow opened and was now ajar.

"I told you to get out, and you dare to come in?" Zhao Kaiming abruptly stood up, grabbed the gun, and fired repeatedly at the wall beside the door.

"Get out, I said get out..."

His shout was strained and hoarse, like a wild beast in a frenzy. The sound of the gun firing was especially rapid. After emptying one magazine, he immediately loaded a second one, and it was only after the last magazine was emptied that he stopped, gasping for breath, his eyes red, looking straight ahead,

"Don't be smug for too long. Once you've met my terms, I'll make you regret coming into this world."

The walls were riddled with bullet holes.

Though somewhat irregular, these bullet holes vaguely resembled the shape of a person.

Especially at the head, where the bullet holes were most densely packed.

"Beep beep. Beep beep."

The satellite phone rang at this moment.

"Zhao Kaiming, you've hung up on me again. How many times have I told you, this is a critical time. We need to maintain 24-hour communication. You're making things difficult for me. Do you know how much flak I've taken because of this?" came his operator's voice from the phone, sounding like a woman from the tone of it.

"Stupid woman, do you want to die for speaking to me like that? Don't think you're safe in the call center. You believe I can't have you dead at your desk right now?" Zhao Kaiming roared.

The operator seemed to be frightened, her voice somewhat unnatural: "I... I'm trying to inform you of an emergency situation. A sudden supernatural event has broken out in the hospital in Dachang City, and Ghost Eye Yang Jian and Professor Wang have been involved. You need to rush there for support right now. Sun Yi is already on the way."

"I know, I'm on it," Zhao Kaiming regained some composure, "Also, let me remind you one last time, next time you disrespect me, I've sworn to kill your entire family, including you. Even kneeling before me will be useless then. You know I have the capability."

"Understood, understood," the operator's voice now trembled.

"You don't need to understand, just remember," Zhao Kaiming said.

He then set off immediately, heading to the hospital where the incident occurred.