After leaving Baomo Zhai, the two of them found somewhere to eat, then wandered around the streets for a long while. By the time they hailed a rickshaw to take them back, the sun was nearly setting.
The day had slipped away. Watching the last rays of sunlight fade, the Fatty suddenly felt a surge of fear. Night was coming again. After nightfall, the Ghost Horse would return to the world of the living with the vengeful spirits.
And according to the shopkeeper, someone was taken away every time. Who would it be this time?
Everyone had returned and gathered in front of the sofa. Jiang Cheng and the Fatty had been the last pair back. After they briefly recounted the clues they had collected, the others fell into thought.
There was a lot to take in. The rumors about the Ghost Horse Chart were especially bizarre and uncanny, but on closer consideration, much of it matched what they had learned from other sources.
After a long silence, Zhang Shiwei finally spoke in a low voice. "I believe Brother Jiang. Ding Zhenzong and I went back to that hospital today and found the Japanese soldiers' bodies."
"Ding Zhenzong was right. We saw those cloth shoes on one of the corpses. There was a plum blossom embroidered on the upper, so they were easy to recognize."
"But... but something was different. Ding Zhenzong should explain." Zhang Shiwei wore a peculiar expression. Nobody knew what he was getting at.
"The bodies weren't the same as when I went to see them yesterday!" Ding Zhenzong spoke urgently. His behavior instinctively made everyone uneasy. "Yesterday, the corpse wearing the plum-blossom shoes was lying on the second-to-last morgue bed. But this time, it had somehow moved to the very last bed!"
"Who would bother moving