Chapter 223 Burial
Ning Zhe had noticed when he examined the corpses previously that there seemed to be something wrong with these prison guards who were killed by ghosts. The eyes, ears, nose, mouth, limbs and body of the corpses all looked normal when viewed separately, but when put together they all looked wrong, giving a strange sense of abnormality.

Now I know what’s wrong.

The bodies were turned upside down. After the death of the prison guard named Cao Huabin, his bangs that were originally combed to the left turned to the right, just like a person reflected in a mirror. At first glance, everything looked right, but upon closer inspection, nothing was right.

The human body is not symmetrical. There are some subtle differences between the left and right sides of almost everyone’s body. For example, the dominant right hand is thicker than the left hand, the left eye is slightly darker than the right eye, one chest is bigger than the other… In daily life, even the person himself cannot notice these subtle differences, and no one will care.

Ning Zhe was keenly aware of the changes in the body killed by the ghost, but he was unable to immediately determine the source of the abnormal feeling. Now he has determined it, but the ropes on the ghost have been untied.

“If the ghost’s rule is ‘reversal’, how does it kill people?” Ning Zhe picked up the telescope again and looked at the vent on the wall on the second floor of the opposite building.

‘Upside down’ is a very ambiguous concept. Left and right are upside down, up and down are upside down, so what about life and death?

And the most important question is, under what circumstances will the ghost’s ‘reversal’ rules be triggered?

Sitting here and doing nothing will not give you any answers. Ning Zhe stuffed the telescope back into his arms, untied the travel bag on his back, and took out two mouse-sized cameras from it.

Flying to the roof of the water room, Ning Zhe installed a camera next to the bird’s nest under the eaves, facing the basketball court downstairs. The other was placed on the top of the high wall, facing the ventilation hole on the prison wall.

The Chenyugu Prison, which has been dragged into a strange world, has been cut off from the outside world. It is impossible to use a mobile phone to directly access the camera’s surveillance images in real time through the Internet. Most of the recorded images can only be viewed locally through the access port.

As for the prison’s own surveillance system, it must have been destroyed by Fen Wu long ago.

After setting up two cameras, Ning Zhe crossed the closed factory corridor and jumped to the ground.

Leaning against a wall and looking out, not far away was the prison gate with several corpses lying all over the place. The street light at the gate was still on, and there was a large pool of bright red blood on the steps just below the street light. It was left by a ghost.

“The ghost is in there and may crawl out at any time.” Ning Zhe leaned against the wall and took a deep breath: “Go over and quickly recheck the body. Don’t stay there for too long. If there is any sign of something wrong, run away immediately.”

He had to go even though he knew it was dangerous. The world was shrinking and he had no choice. Every second now was precious.

Okay, let’s go.

After Ning Zhe walked out of the wall, he quickly came to the bottom of the stairs. The body of the prison guard was lying motionless not far in front of him, and he could reach it in two more steps.

A terrifying sense of crisis suddenly surged into his heart. Ning Zhe stopped and looked up. A thin, hunched figure was squatting in the shadow above the street lamp, staring at him motionlessly with a pair of red eyes.

A strong smell of blood wafted over and mixed with the faint smell of corpse, forming a disgusting smell.

Ning Zhe lowered his body, and the boy’s white and slender hands turned into a pair of bright yellow claws with pink pads. A more than three-meter-long tiger appeared at the prison gate and bit the neck of the prison guard closest to him with its bloody mouth.

Without any hesitation, Ning Zhe transformed into a gorgeous tiger, lowered his head, picked up a corpse, turned around and ran away.

At the same time, the ghost squatting above the street lamp jumped down.

Two figures were running one in front and one behind, one fleeing and the other chasing. The broad skeleton and strong, explosive muscles of the cat family gave Ning Zhe unparalleled strength. Even with the corpse of an adult male in his mouth, he could still run very fast.

Behind Ning Zhe, the corpse possessed by a ghost was on all fours, belly up, crawling at high speed with all four limbs in a weird and terrifying spider-like posture, chasing after the tiger. The skin on Lao Li’s palms had long been worn away by the rough concrete floor. Every time his forelimbs touched the ground, a bright red bloody handprint was left on the ground, extending from the prison door to a long distance away.

The tireless evil ghost followed Ning Zhe closely a few meters behind him. No matter where he ran, the disgusting smell of blood and corpses always lingered in his nose. From time to time, he heard the sticky sound of blood and flesh and hoarse growls behind him, as if a lingering evil ghost was following him in his ear, saying: I’m following you.

After turning a corner, Ning Zhe looked back with the prison guard’s body in his mouth. He saw the strange humanoid spider clinging to the windowsill by the roadside, its eyes red, still staring at him.

Ghosts are tireless and immortal. Once you are targeted by a ghost, you cannot get rid of it.

Fortunately, my original intention was not to get rid of the ghost with the corpse.

“It should be enough to lead it here.” Ning Zhe opened his mouth and threw the corpse in his mouth to the ground. The tiger’s body shook, and the more than three-meter-long tiger instantly turned into a bee, flapped its wings, flew through the gap in the manhole cover, buzzed into the drainage ditch, and disappeared.

A humanoid spider with its belly facing up crawled to the drain, its ferocious face showing a distorted, stiff and weird expression.

On the other side, a bee flew out from the sewer on the wall of the prison. Ning Zhe returned to the main entrance of the prison where several corpses were lying in a mess. He picked up a dead body at random and pulled out a dagger from his waist with his other hand.

Comparing the appearance of the corpses with the ID photos on their work badges, Ning Zhe confirmed his previous speculation that these corpses were indeed “turned upside down” left and right.

Is this inversion limited to the surface, or does it affect something deeper?
Ning Zhe held the dagger and cut open the chest of the corpse. He pried open the ribs expressionlessly and saw the bloody lungs and heart inside the bloody chest cavity.

The lungs are on the left and the heart is on the right.

“It’s not just a superficial reversal, but the entire structure of a person’s body, from the inside out, has been completely reversed.”

Ning Zhe used the corpse’s clothes to wipe the blood off the blade, then closed the wound of the corpse he had dissected, re-buttoned his clothes, and gave the deceased a little basic decency.

Today is a good day to [embalm], and tidying up the appearance of the deceased can improve your own luck. If you bury the deceased after tidying up, it can improve your luck even more, because [burial] is also a good thing to do today.

But [relocating graves] is not.

Before the ghost crawled back, Ning Zhe washed his hands under the faucet. The boy’s figure disappeared into the night.

As if to confirm Ning Zhe’s idea, at the same time, outside the prison, a thin figure quietly appeared under an ordinary big tree.

Fenwu lowered his head and looked with interest at the wooden stick stuck in the ground, the police hat covering the ground, and the work badge hanging on the wooden stick.

“Is this a cenotaph?”

Why did Yu Ziqian build a cenotaph for the deceased prison guard? Was it out of kindness?
No, the ascended ones don’t do meaningless things. They must have a reason for doing so, and that reason is probably…

“Today is a good day for burial.”

(End of this chapter)