Chapter 1 The Man in the Wall

The man bricked into the wall wore an old, dust-covered shirt on his upper body and black trousers on his lower body, with glasses perched on his nose.

Due to the lack of air and moisture inside the wall, his face hadn't completely rotted, but rather shriveled up like dried fruit, somewhat wrinkled.

"A lot of cement and skin are stuck together. Judging from the style of clothes the corpse is wearing and its condition, it seems he was buried in the wall during the construction of this club activity building decades ago."

Li Ang calmly analyzed, using a steel rod to constantly knock off the rubble around the corpse.

"Recently, it seems that the club activity building has been in disrepair for years, and the roof leaks. Rainwater seeped into the wall, causing the corpse to start rotting again, seeping green liquid onto the wall."

As the upper body was completely dug out of the cement, the semi-dry corpse began to tremble slightly.

Li Ang took a half-step back unhurriedly, and very skillfully took out a Soviet-style ranshaoping from his backpack.

Holding the ranshaoping in his left hand and the steel rod in his right, he pressed the rod against the dried corpse's head.

As long as the other party showed a bit of aggressiveness, he would destroy the dried corpse on the spot without hesitation.

"..."

The dried corpse, with its lower body still buried in the cement, trembled more and more, shaking like a sieve.

After a long time, he suddenly opened his turbid eyes and took a deep breath with a "hiss—" as if trying to suck all the air in the world into his lungs.

Li Ang looked at the dried corpse indifferently from the side. Rashly attacking when the opponent's strength was unknown was not a good option.

Attacking was inconvenient, but questioning was possible.

Li Ang poked the dried corpse's neck with a steel rod and asked calmly, "Name, age, cause of death."

The other party lowered his head, staring blankly at the steel rod pressing against his neck, his cloudy eyes full of confusion.

Li Ang raised his voice and repeated it again.

This time the dried corpse finally reacted. He raised his head blankly, shook his head, shaking off the dust all over his head, "Who are you? How am I here?"

Li Ang frowned, watching the dried corpse lower his head in horror and discover that he was bricked into the concrete, his limbs and torso withered like firewood.

"Calm down, you need to calm down."

Li Ang casually delivered a Shattered Shard Scattering, slapping the revived corpse, making him a little dazed. "Tell me your name, age, cause of death."

"Cause of death? Am I, am I dead?"

The stunned zombie was stunned for several seconds, and finally, under Li Ang's kind gaze, he stuttered and began to introduce his background.

His name was Mizuhara Haruto, and he was a teacher at Ibaraki Middle School.

Twenty years ago, he discovered that there were shady dealings in the financial affairs of the entire school. A certain leader of Ibaraki Middle School, colluding with his relative who was a contractor, embezzled a large sum of money.

After a fierce mental struggle, Mizuhara Haruto finally chose to report and expose this matter.

However, the anonymous letters he sent to the newspaper went unanswered, and there was no follow-up to the report calls made to the local Ibaraki officials using public phone booths.

Instead, the interest group, with its extensive network of relationships, found out the real identity of the whistleblower through various means and tied him to Ibaraki Middle School, which was still under renovation and construction, and beat him unconscious.

Mizuhara Haruto thought that those people would at most teach him a lesson, but when he woke up again, he was in a reinforced concrete wall.

"I'm already dead...so many years..."

Mizuhara Haruto looked at the modern buildings around him, covered his head, and collapsed, "Dad, Mom, Yumi, Rina..."

Obviously, the blank of twenty years was just a blink of an eye for this man,

But for those who live in the real world, these twenty years are a real torment.

God knows how many tears they shed, how many miles they walked, and how much suffering they endured for Mizuhara Haruto, this "missing person."

Li Ang glanced at the painful and regretful expression on his face and raised the steel rod, "Bear with it, I'm in a hurry."

"..."

Mizuhara Haruto looked at Li Ang, who was fully armed. The expression on his withered face changed several times, and finally, as if resigned to his fate, he lowered his head and muttered to himself,

"Yeah, what face do I have to see them with as a monster like me? I might as well attain Buddhahood as soon as possible."

In Japanese culture, attaining Buddhahood does not mean "becoming a Buddha and an ancestor," but refers to letting go of all the disturbances of life after death and being reborn in paradise.

"Who said I was going to send you to attain Buddhahood?"

Li Ang was a little strange. He waved the steel rod, completely digging out Mizuhara Haruto, and said quickly, "You actually want to take revenge, right?

Take revenge on those villains who killed you and put your family in constant pain."

"..."

Mizuhara Haruto was stunned for a moment, hesitatingly nodded.

"Very good." Li Ang tapped the other person's shoulder with a steel rod, feeling like he was hitting a piece of steel. "Your body can now withstand the strafing of small-caliber bullets. It's easy to sneak around and take revenge on a few ordinary people.

After the revenge is settled, whether you want to end your life or hide in the dark to protect your family is none of my business."

Mizuhara Haruto stammered and asked, "But I'm in this state..."

"Modern cosmetic surgery is very advanced. Inject some preservatives and hyaluronic acid into the muscles, and brush a layer of paint on the skin, and aren't you a normal person?"

Li Ang waved his hand, signaling Mizuhara Haruto to leave, "Get out of here quickly, I have limited time."

Not knowing what to say, Mizuhara Haruto hesitated for a moment and turned to leave.

Li Ang, standing in the same place, put away the ranshaoping and steel rod, took out an assault rifle with a grenade launcher, and pointed the muzzle at the dried corpse's back.

Mission Objective: Resolve Seven Spiritual Events, Currently Completed 6/7

Even though the mission prompt sounded, Li Ang still didn't put down the muzzle. Instead, he took out a walkie-talkie and contacted the Plague Doctor, giving the password, "Have you solved it over there?"

"Not yet."

The Plague Doctor replied with some difficulty, "I've managed to climb up the wall of the building. I'm with the Black Horse now.

There are many statues here, and we must look directly at them to prevent their numbers from continuing to increase."

He paused and said with a wry smile, "It seems that one person must be trapped here to complete the mission."

Li Ang was silent for a moment. The reason why he contacted the Plague Doctor was to ask about the situation over there,

And secondly, to confirm that the mission prompt just now was completed by himself, not by the Black Horse,

To prevent Mizuhara Haruto from lying to him.

After confirmation, only the last spiritual event at the Black Horse's place remained unresolved.

Li Ang was about to say that he was coming over immediately when he noticed that the surrounding scenery suddenly darkened, and a thick shadow seemed to be cast over the sky and the earth.

The howling and rampant wind suddenly became quiet and subsided.

Inside Ibaraki Middle School, there was only absolute silence, so quiet that he could hear his own heartbeat.

The sun had set.