Chapter 71 False Death Incident (Part Three)
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An Bu felt like she was floating in a vacuum, surrounded by darkness, with only the Book of Life and Death, currently reorganizing data, in front of her. The Book of Life and Death was not a physical book but rather a program similar to a computer, capable of calculating the life and death trajectory of every being. However, her Book of Life and Death couldn’t access detailed information about living beings; it could only see life force and death energy. Its origin was a mystery, seemingly bound to her soul and, after her death, left her stranded in the mortal realm in the form of a walking corpse.
The Book of Life and Death gradually stopped calculating, death energy: 6791353, life force: 937605. Below the death energy and life force were further divisions into 【Undead death energy】 and 【Destiny Life Force】, as well as the sources of each point of death energy and life force.
A series of unfamiliar yet familiar names flashed before An Bu’s eyes, each representing her experiences and memories.
Finally, her gaze landed on one name—Jian Ningxuan.
This person had provided her with nearly 20,000 life force points, even though they were ordinary life force points, it all came from a single person, making it a unique contribution.
An Bu closed her eyes, searching her memories. Fuzzy images gradually surfaced in her mind, each with a figure.
【Mr. Jian, you are truly radiant.】
【Mr. Jian, from today onwards, I will definitely worship you like I worship the Cat God.】
【Without you, what joy is there in my life?】
【Mr. Jian, I will definitely treat you well in the future.】
An Bu felt something miraculous happening. Just a slight recollection and the memories of the moments she spent with him leaped into her mind like spirits, instantly brightening the dim world.
While reminiscing, An Bu suddenly felt a warmth in her palm. Soon, she noticed that her life force was slowly increasing. Her senses gradually became clearer, and she faintly smelled the scent of disinfectant.
Oh no! She must be in the hospital right now, and they must have mistaken her for a dead person.
The cat master was by her side, holding her hand, grieving for her “death.”
He was the one she least wanted to hurt, so she had gone to great lengths to conceal her identity from him, not letting him know that she had already passed away. Perhaps, subconsciously, she wished for him to resurrect her during his lifetime, and then they could openly and honestly spend their lives together.
But this time, she might not be able to keep the secret.
Could Mr. Jian accept her as an undead?
“What happened? Please tell us in detail,” Officer Sun said with a serious expression outside the ward, looking at Ge Tingting.
Ge Tingting lowered her head, her eyes swollen, and choked out, “This is what happened…”
She began to narrate the events leading up to the incident, starting from their film crew checking into the hot spring resort to shoot the program, encountering supernatural events, and then her seeking An Bu’s help.
She explained everything in detail, leaving nothing undisclosed. “An Bu initially refused and advised us to leave as soon as possible, but we didn’t take it seriously and continued to stay for the shoot,” Ge Tingting covered her mouth. “Later, the owner of the resort brought in a few Feng Shui masters, but their abilities were weak and their methods were fake. So, I suggested seeking An Bu’s help again. Worried that she might not come, I… I had the director lie, claiming that something happened to me…”
Officer Sun disapproved, looking at her. When it came to personal safety, how could one casually lie?
As for what happened later, Ge Tingting was not sure. All she knew was that when they saw An Bu again, she had collapsed in the cave of the resort, lifeless, and the supernatural phenomena at the resort disappeared afterward.
“I’m sorry; I didn’t expect things to turn out like this,” Ge Tingting sobbed.
Officer Sun sighed and was about to say something when he suddenly felt a figure passing by. Then, with a “slap,” Ge Tingting was fiercely slapped by someone.
Jian Ningxuan stood right in front of Ge Tingting, looking at her with ice-cold eyes.
Ge Tingting covered her face, enduring the slap, not daring to make a sound.
Ge Sirui stared at Jian Ningxuan in astonishment. From childhood to adulthood, he had never seen him get physical with anyone, let alone his own cousin. Well, Tingting’s mistake this time was indeed hard to make amends for.
At this moment, Officer Sun cleared his throat and looked at Ge Sirui, asking, “Have you found the cause of death?”
The supernatural events described by Ge Tingting were not suitable as evidence in court, so the investigation had to focus on the cause of death.
Ge Sirui shook his head, “There were no obvious external injuries on An Bu’s body. The cause of death is a mystery, and further autopsy is needed.”
Upon hearing the words “autopsy,” Jian Ningxuan’s body trembled slightly, glaring at Ge Sirui. Although he didn’t say anything, his resistance was evident in his eyes.
Ge Sirui avoided eye contact with him, not daring to face him.
Officer Sun spoke, “Mr. Jian, it seems Miss An has no other relatives. You are her closest person, and you wouldn’t want her death to remain unclear, right?”
Death? No, she’s just sleeping. She’ll wake up in a while. He would stay by her side and wait for her to wake up.
Jian Ningxuan turned around, took steps toward the ward. Then, at the moment he crossed the room’s threshold, his pupils suddenly contracted. He rushed in, lifted the blanket, but the person who was lying on the bed was nowhere to be seen!
“Huh? Where is she?” Officer Sun stood at the door, looking at the empty bed in amazement.
They were all just standing in the corridor outside the ward. Although they didn’t pay much attention to the situation inside the ward, how could they not notice the significant movement of transporting a body?
Ge Sirui immediately called a doctor and told him about the missing body.
The doctor, too, was full of surprise. He quickly led everyone to check the surveillance.
There were surveillance cameras in the corridors of every floor of the hospital. The doctor pulled up the footage from the floor where An Bu was located, and the time was set thirty minutes earlier. Officer Sun and two policemen rushed to the hospital, asking Ge Tingting and the others about the incident. Then, Jian Ningxuan walked out of the ward, approached Ge Tingting, and slapped her. All eyes were on them.
But shortly after, the door of the ward behind them was suddenly pulled open, and a familiar figure walked out. Her steps were somewhat stiff. She glanced at everyone and then turned to walk in the opposite direction, quickly disappearing at the end of the corridor. At that time, people were coming and going in the corridor, and no one noticed her leaving, which was quite normal.
Jian Ningxuan had his back to the ward at that time and did feel a slight chill, but it was fleeting. Moreover, they had just talked about the issue of “autopsy,” so he didn’t turn around immediately.
“Oh my God! How is this possible?” The doctor couldn’t believe his eyes as he looked at the surveillance footage. He was the one who had declared this patient dead before. How could she be alive now? Did he make a misdiagnosis? The thought made him break into a cold sweat.
The person who had just walked out of the ward was none other than An Bu, who had been declared dead!
Officer Sun, Ge sisters, and others who were watching the surveillance footage all cast questioning glances at the doctor.
“Impossible, I’ve diagnosed it clearly.” The doctor mumbled with a stiff expression, unable to speak confidently.
“Diagnosed? I think it’s a misdiagnosis!” Officer Sun reprimanded with a stern tone.
“Could it be a fake death?” Ge Sirui’s eyes flickered with excitement as he hurriedly asked, “Dr. Zhang, do you think it’s possible for it to be a fake death?”
Dr. Zhang’s expression stiffened, and he didn’t respond for a while.
“Dr. Zhang, I’m asking you! Is it possible for it to be a fake death?” Officer Sun urged, unceremoniously.
“Yes, it is possible…” The fact was right in front of them, and Dr. Zhang couldn’t argue. He could only bear the blame.
“Ningxuan, did you hear that? It’s a fake death!” Ge Sirui looked at Jian Ningxuan with excitement, only to find that the person who was originally standing beside him had disappeared.
“Cousin chased after her…” Ge Tingting slumped to the ground. In the moment she learned that An Bu’s death was just a fake, she felt like a huge burden had been lifted.
Ten minutes ago, An Bu woke up from her coma, found no one in the ward, and immediately decided to run away. She wasn’t worried about being caught on surveillance; cases of people suddenly coming back to life one or two days after death were not uncommon. Besides, with no external injuries on her body, the credibility of her fake death was high. If she couldn’t hide it, she would just start anew with a different identity.
After waking up, An Bu’s memories of Jian Ningxuan became blurry again, so her first thought was to resolve the current trouble.
Running out of the hospital, An Bu searched her body and didn’t find her phone but discovered a wallet and a set of keys. The wallet contained ID cards, bank cards, and various other cards of different categories. She then noticed a separately stored business card with “Fangcun” written on the front and a phone number, with a note on the back: “A quack doctor specializing in treating dead people.”
Huh? Some sporadic memories flashed through An Bu’s mind. Later, she found a public phone booth and dialed the number on the business card.
While she was making the call, Jian Ningxuan chased after her from the hospital, but unfortunately, he didn’t see the figure behind the green belt. He turned back to the parking lot, got into his car, and sped towards his residence. He thought An Bu might go home, and if not, he would black out the nearby surveillance systems to trace her.
An Bu hailed a taxi and headed to Fangcun’s residence.
“Sister An, why are you in such a hurry to find me? What’s the matter?” Fangcun welcomed An Bu into the house while asking.
“I died,” An Bu replied abruptly.
“Isn’t that an obvious thing?” Fangcun handed her a bottle of juice.
An Bu put the juice aside and said, “I was just pronounced dead and sent to the hospital.”
“Which hospital?” Fangcun asked.
“Central Hospital.” An Bu looked at Fangcun and said seriously, “Judging by the stiffness of my body, I was ‘dead’ for more than three hours. What do you think is the possibility of being considered as a fake death?”
Fangcun: Only you, an old corpse, can analyze your own degree of rigor mortis.
“After being diagnosed dead, you came out of the hospital like this?” Fangcun asked.
An Bu nodded, “I was afraid of being dead for too long; it would be difficult to ‘come back to life’ in the future.”
Fangcun covered his forehead and then shrugged, “I understand. I can help you prove the fake death.”
“How can you prove it?” An Bu hesitated, “I have no vital signs. If someone is determined to check, they will definitely find abnormalities.”
Fangcun revealed a smug smile, “The hermit has his own tricks.”
He took out his medical kit, grabbed a button-sized device, and explained, “This is my modified pulse pacemaker. When attached under the armpit, it can induce the heart to beat regularly. Even with a stethoscope, no abnormalities can be heard.”
An Bu’s eyes lit up as she took the small pacemaker and stuck it under her armpit. After feeling it for a while, her chest indeed started vibrating, as if she really had a heartbeat.
Fangcun then took out a glass container and, using tweezers, picked out something thin as a thread.
“This is a bloodline fiber worm, living on blood but with minimal requirements. Its lifespan is very long, and it digests food through a specific frequency of movement.” Fangcun explained confidently, “Through many experiments, I found that the movement frequency of this fiber worm is very similar to the pulse. As long as it is implanted in your wrist, it can simulate arterial pulsation.”
An Bu looked shocked: How are you so talented!
“This is impossible to achieve for a living person, but for you, it’s a piece of cake.” Fangcun raised a scalpel, “So, want me to implant it now?”
An Bu extended her hand without hesitation.
With a heartbeat and pulse, she was almost like a normal person.
Before starting the surgery, Fangcun performed necessary sterilization. Although the surgical subject was a corpse and not susceptible to infection, basic professional ethics had to be maintained.
Forty minutes later, the two small surgeries were successfully completed. The incision on An Bu’s hand slowly healed under Fangcun’s amazed gaze, leaving no trace.
“Next, I will provide you with a medical report, along with the lifelike heartbeat and pulse, enough to dispel others’ doubts. The only loophole might be breathing, but fortunately, a routine check on breathing is unlikely.” Fangcun said.
“Thank you.” An Bu praised generously, “You really deserve to be a quack doctor specializing in treating dead people.”
Fangcun: …Specializing in treating dead people is one thing, but “quack doctor” has multiple meanings?! Is this term praiseworthy?
At this moment, An Bu suddenly seemed to think of something and looked up at him, “Fangcun, do you want to have your own laboratory?”
“Huh?” Fangcun casually replied, “Of course, who wouldn’t want one. Are you building one for me?”
An Bu smiled, “As long as you want it, I’ll build it for you.”
Fangcun was a bit uncertain, “Building a laboratory costs a lot; various instruments easily reach millions, not to mention the endless research funds needed.”
“Money is not a problem; I’ll handle the finances. You only need to focus on your work,” An Bu assured.
Fangcun looked surprised, “I didn’t expect you to be a wealthy person.”
“Do you think I’ve been ‘living’ for so many years for nothing?”
“Oh, right, you’re already over seven hundred years old. You should have quite a few antiques at home.” Fangcun looked at her with admiration.
An Bu: ???
She had already forgotten the story she had fabricated for Fangcun.
After discussing the details again and confirming everything, Fangcun took An Bu to the First Hospital for a brief visit. He got a medical checkup report for her and then escorted her back home.
Waving goodbye to Fangcun, An Bu entered her residential compound. She observed the surroundings while comparing them to her memories.
Reaching the doorstep, An Bu took out her keys, unlocked the door, and as soon as she stepped into the entrance, a familiar scent hit her. An Bu lifted her head, and a dazzling light suddenly entered her dull vision without any warning. The next moment, she was tightly embraced by someone, a warm feeling transmitting slowly into her heart through her skin, causing her vitality to rise by 170 points.
In An Bu’s eyes, several bright colors flashed, and almost instantly, the forgotten memories resurfaced.
She opened her arms and hugged the person tightly. “Mr. Jian, I’m back…”
A drop of liquid fell on An Bu’s skin, and the man on her body seemed to weaken, pressing most of his weight onto her shoulders.
An Bu, An Bu, An Bu…
Calling continuously in her heart, but he couldn’t utter a single sound.
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