Catastrophe Containment Facility
Chapter 573 - 572 The Deceased’s Letter

Chapter 573: Chapter 572 The Deceased’s Letter

The last subway, what hidden secrets does it really hold, that even Gong Baoding is clueless about? Why does it seem like, except for Wen Wen, everyone is in on the scoop?

Who told them?

From the beginning of the anomaly up until now, no one has ever died, so what is the puppet master’s purpose?

Is he a living being, or is he just a Containment Item?

The more riddles that lay before him, the more excited Wen Wen felt—it was like he was playing a puzzle-solving game.

To solve the puzzles, finding clues is essential, so just now, when Wen Wen cracked the heads of those two high school students, it was to show his strength and facilitate information gathering.

"Now, tell me everything you know, or I’ll turn the gourds on your heads into candied haws!"

Han Xiaowei and Zheng Zhimin both clutched their foreheads, imagining the scene described by Wen Wen, and couldn’t help but shiver; candied haws were a bit too cruel.

But even though they were shaking with fear, they remained silent.

Their gazes occasionally swept over the unconscious girl, their eyes filled with apprehension and resentment.

"It seems that the reason they came here is related to this girl, but she’s a superpower user after all, how did she get tied up by two ordinary young men?"

"The age of high school students is exactly when they’re rebellious and stubborn. These two Cubs aren’t easy to deal with, and simple threats might only backfire..."

Wen Wen’s eyes turned slightly red, ready to directly use the vampire’s hypnotism—the stubbornness of mere mortals is irrelevant in the face of it.

"Spare those two kids, I’ll tell you anything you want to know."

An envelope flew over, and Wen Wen casually caught it. The person who threw it was the man who carried the aura of The Deceased.

Wen Wen asked with curiosity, "You’re being so kind to tell me all this?"

The man revealed a cryptic smile and said, "You’re not an ordinary person, and neither am I... Something might happen soon, and it might be safer for the two of us to join forces then."

Wen Wen shrugged his shoulders; he had already used Mirror Eye to check the man’s strength. He was just at the Disaster Level, not even capable of beating Three Cubs and Four Cubs, but it was still possible to get some information from him.

"So tell me, what do you know?"

The man started smiling, "My name is Hou Murong. Before coming here, most of the people in this carriage likely received a letter similar to this one, you can open it and see for yourself."

Wen Wen first quickly checked to make sure there were no traps like hidden poison in the letter before he opened it and took out the contents.

The recipient of the letter was Hou Murong, and the sender’s name was Hou Muyao—judging by their names, they should be brothers.

The only thing in the envelope was a photo of a youth with a radiant smile, who looked about seventy percent like Hou Murong, though his clothes were tattered and torn.

"Where’s the letter?" Wen Wen asked, holding the empty envelope.

Hou Murong said gravely, "That’s a private conversation between brothers, not suitable for you to know."

"The young man in the photo is my twin brother. The content of the letter was actually telling me to come here tonight, to fulfill some last wishes before his soul completely departs this world."

Wen Wen returned the letter, then approached Zheng Zhimin and Han Xiaowei.

"Give me your letters, or I’ll have to take them by force."

The two men took a couple of steps back, clearly unwilling to give up their possessions to Wen Wen.

Zheng Zhimin delivered a forceful kick towards Wen Wen’s groin, but Wen Wen made no attempt to dodge. It was as though the foot had struck an iron plate, causing him to spin and hop about while clutching his leg.

Han Xiaowei was even more underhanded, pulling out a sharpened ox horn knife and attempting to stab it into Wen Wen’s eye. However, Wen Wen blinked and caught the blade with his eyelid!

After a small display of his abilities, a hint of seriousness appeared in Hou Murong’s eyes; Wen Wen was more formidable than he had imagined.

The two female nurses looked at Wen Wen as if he were a monster, yet the Raincoat Man had no reaction at all, simply watching the meals with a smile, as if looking forward to what would happen next.

Having witnessed Wen Wen’s supernatural strength, the high school students were powerless to resist and finally had their belongings thoroughly searched by Wen Wen, who forcibly took the envelopes.

The envelopes were made from the same material as the one Hou Murong had produced, but the handwriting was different—all the letters were written by a girl named Li Youyou.

The photo showed a girl with a ponytail, a very pretty and cheerful girl, yet her clothing was torn, the marks appearing to be from a knife!

From the letters, it seemed that Li Youyou and the two boys, Zheng and Han, must have been good friends. She was persuading them not to be sad about her death and to let go of their hatred to live well. Her final dream was to see them once more on this train trip.

Looking at the girl tied to the handrail, Wen Wen had a rough understanding of the entanglements among these high school students.

"This girl must be involved with the death of that Li Youyou. They brought her here, probably with the intention to carry out their revenge in front of Li Youyou... Hatred is not something so easily let go of."

Wen Wen didn’t fully understand the situation, so for now, he had no intention of stopping the boys and returned the letters to them.

Having verified the existence of the letters, which proved that Hou Murong hadn’t lied, he then sat down beside Hou Murong and asked:

"Would you be interested in talking with me?"

Hou Murong hesitated for a moment, recalling Wen Wen’s strength and considering that they might become allies, then gently stroked the envelope and started talking to Wen Wen.

"Actually, there’s not much to say. Mu Yao and I have loved ’zombie movies’ since we were young. After starting high school, I was still obsessed, but as my younger brother, he no longer had an interest in such things."

"I liked to take him on adventures to all kinds of places, and once in an abandoned house, we truly encountered an evil spirit. It was then that we both awakened our abilities and exorcised the ghost."

"After that, I realized I was different; I wanted to be a ’savior’..."

Hou Murong gave a self-deprecating laugh, which sounded rather bitter.

"Stupid, right? But back in high school, I couldn’t perceive my own foolishness. Instead, I dragged my brother into multiple exorcisms. After a few successes, my arrogance grew, and I led him to something more than a ghost..."

"That monster was a moving, decaying corpse, far stronger than any ordinary ghost, and we were no match for it. In the end, Mu Yao sacrificed himself to protect me and perished alongside the monster."

"When I was sorting out his belongings afterward, I found a letter he had wanted to give me. The letter said... he didn’t want to continue exorcising with me..."

At this point, Hou Murong covered his face, sobbing uncontrollably.