Rigor Mortis Page #4

You said you would come back.

Why aren't you eating? You don't like the food?

You shouldn't smoke too much.

I need to get one more pair of chopsticks.

Take a seat.

You expecting company?

Nah, just my flat mates.

You can see them?

Sometimes.

And you still stay here?

Do you think they are all haunted?

They are attached to the land itself,

not to the house.

I have stayed here for decades,

but they have been here for centuries.

I will probably be living here when I die.

It makes sense to develop

a good relationship beforehand.

I need your help.

It's about apartment 2442.

Do you think any museum will want this stuff?

Should I sell them to one of

those places that collects scrap metal?

Are these things from your father?

Yes, from many generations.

The brown stains, that's blood.

It's so deep that it can't be washed away,

No matter how hard I tried.

Back in the days, there were a lot of

eerie things in my village.

We took care of them with these tools.

Where is your family now?

In this business, no one gets a happy end.

Five hours, Five Hours...

I will return before midnight.

Five Hours.

Four hours?

I just remembered my father

would leave me at our neighbor's place,

whenever he went to work.

Being a Taoist monk, he really didn't earn much.

The money he earned wasn't

even enough to pay the babysitting fees.

Thanks.

For many generations,

my family called wherever home.

But there was never a f***ing home.

This was the last place my father brought me.

He planned for us to stay for a few days.

We ended up living here for decades.

How come?

I will come back for you before midnight.

He went out one night and never came back.

After all, it's all fate.

Pak drew this.

So what?

I did all I could the last time.

If you are scared, that's your problem.

It's not their fault.

Feng is mentally ill. She should go to a doctor.

After all, I'm just a cook.

You can help, why don't you?

Why the hell is it your business?

How do you know I can help?

You don't even know me.

Do you even f***ing know them?

Cut that sh*t, are you helping or not?

Are you even capable of helping others?

Look at yourself. You're a f***ing mess!

What's that supposed to mean?

That's obviously drawn by a kid,

The ink's already faded and

you're still keeping it.

Couldn't let it go, could you?

If you really didn't care,

you wouldn't bother

keeping all these things, would you?

In humans, there are both the good and the bad.

It is with spells as well.

The darker the color of the amulet paper,

the greater the power of the spell.

To ask for power from the gods this way is evil.

It is an extreme measure

that endangers yourself and others.

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