Chapter 138: Fake Becomes Real

　　"Forget it, with such an unscrupulous boss, I give up!"

　　Xu Sixian carried his suitcase, his face ashen.

　　"Fortunately, it's only a few tens of thousands. It's not a big deal."

　　"What? A few tens of thousands is not a big deal?" Huzi stared at him in shock.

　　"It's all my fault for not having good judgment. Once the money and goods have changed hands, there's nothing anyone can do about it." Xu Sixian sighed, "Gentlemen, thank you very much. I still have work and a life to get back to. I really don't have time to argue with him! I can only take this as a lesson learned."

　　After saying this, Xu Sixian took his leave.

　　"Good advice won't deter a doomed man! In my opinion, a black-hearted boss like that isn't worth saving; let him die!" Huzi spat at Zhenbaozhai, speaking indignantly.

　　"I'm not saving him, I'm trying to catch the murderer." Liang Ge lit a cigarette and said in a deep voice, "This case has finally turned up new leads. If we miss this chance, who knows where that knife will end up next, and whether there will be new victims."

　　"But he just won't admit it, what should we do?" Huzi scratched his head, "We can't go around stealing or robbing, can we?"

　　"It's not necessary to steal or rob!" Lu Fei mused, "Actually, Ma Laosan won't admit it because he doesn't realize the danger of that knife."

　　"Oh?" Liang Ge tapped the ash from his cigarette and looked at Lu Fei.

　　"Just let him know that the knife will really take his life. I don't believe he'll still be able to hold on!"

　　"So, you have a plan?"

　　Lu Fei looked at Hu Zi and smiled, "Whether this plan works or not depends on whether Hu Zi's skills are good enough."

　　"Oh?" Hu Zi pointed at himself, his face full of confusion.

　　The night grew dark.

　　The bustling cultural street became desolate.

　　Ma Lao San finished the accounts and was ready to close up and go home.

　　He raised his head and glanced at the bloody photos on the table. He initially wanted to throw them directly into the trash, but after a moment's hesitation, he still picked them up and took a look.

　　Every photo was covered in flesh and blood, with bodies devoid of skin, exposing red muscles and fat, looking like grotesque, bloody worms, gory and disgusting.

　　The photos were labeled with the time of death.

　　If it's really like those people said during the day, that someone dies every seven years, wouldn't this year be another cycle?

　　"Bad luck!"

　　Old Ma San felt a bit uneasy and threw the photo into the trash bin.

　　"Just a bunch of scammers trying to swindle money!"

　　He cursed under his breath, but he knew about the horrific flaying incident on Antique Street seven years ago. The person had skinned himself alive at home, bleeding to death, a ghastly sight.

　　"Could that knife really have come from that person's hands?"

　　After hesitating for a while, he still decided to sell the knife as soon as possible.

　　Having been in the antique business for so many years, he knew some things were quite sinister, especially weapons that had caused deaths.

　　"Hello, Mr. Zhang, it's me, Old Ma."

　　"Haven't you always been looking for a special antique knife? I just got one. Do you want to take a look?"

　　"This is a real good item. If you have time, I can bring it over for you to take a look now. If you wait too long, someone else might buy it."

　　"No trouble at all. You're an old customer. I'll definitely let you know first when I have something good, and the price is negotiable."

　　"Alright, alright, I'm on my way."

　　After making a few phone calls, finally, someone was interested in the knife.

　　Old Ma went to the storage room at the back, opened the safe, and took out a small box.

　　He opened the box.

　　Inside was a thin, sharp little knife.

　　The blade wasn't perfect; it looked rather dirty, exuding a chilling and deadly aura.

　　"Today, I'll sell you off. Whether you're an ominous object or not, it's none of my business!"

　　With a cold snort, he put the box into his bag and hurried out the door.

　　His mind was full of thoughts on how to persuade the customer to buy the knife, completely unaware that a car was tailing him from behind.

　　The sky had completely darkened.

　　The night was deep and heavy.

　　The place where Ma Laosan met the customer was quite far away, a half-hour drive.

　　The road became increasingly deserted.

　　Feeling a bit bored, Ma Laosan turned on the car radio, but it only emitted a crackling noise, as if there was no signal.

　　"This damn car, I'll replace you sooner or later!"

　　Ma Laosan grumbled. Ahead, the traffic light turned red, and he quickly stopped the car, waiting restlessly.

　　At that moment, he happened to notice the box containing the knife in the passenger seat move slightly.

　　"Hmm? The car is stationary, how could the box move?"

　　Before he could figure out what was happening, the radio suddenly came to life.

　　The sound gradually increased from a soft murmur to a loud noise.

　　"What the heck?"

　　Frowning, he leaned in to listen carefully.

　　It seemed like a scream, coming from deep within someone's throat, full of extreme pain and torment.

　　Ma Laosan was instantly filled with dread and hastily turned off the radio.

　　However, the scream did not stop with the radio being turned off; instead, it grew louder and louder.

　　At the same time, the box containing the knife began to shake violently, as if something inside was trying to break free, and dark red blood seeped out from the cracks.

　　"This, this…"

　　Ma Laosan's face was filled with terror. Could this knife really be a malevolent object capable of skinning people alive?

　　Slap!

　　Immediately after, the window was slapped hard.

　　Old Third Ma turned his head and was instantly frightened out of his wits.

　　There was a bloody handprint on the window, with blood still dripping down.

　　"Ghost! There's a ghost!"

　　Old Third Ma was terrified, and in a panic, he pushed open the car door and ran out, utterly scared stiff.

　　Behind his car.

　　Huzi, whose hands were covered in fake blood, came out.

　　"Hahaha! This coward, he really can't handle being scared! I just made one bloody handprint, and he ran away, he must have a guilty conscience!"

　　Afterwards.

　　The door of an inconspicuous car nearby opened, and Lu Fei and Brother Liang got out.

　　Brother Liang placed a road warning sign about fifty meters behind the car.

　　Fortunately, there were very few vehicles on this road, so it wouldn't affect traffic.

　　This was also why they chose this spot to scare Old Ma Third. However, they didn't expect that Old Ma Third would run away as soon as they made a bloody handprint; all the other ghost props were left unused.

　　"He carried a box when he went out. Is it possible that the knife is in there?" said Lu Fei.

　　"Let's check it while he hasn't come back yet."

　　Brother Liang, with practiced ease, put on gloves, opened the car door, and revealed the box on the passenger seat.

　　"Huh? Why is the box moving?" Hu Zi looked at Brother Liang admiringly, "Brother Liang, you're amazing! How did you do that?"

　　"I didn't do this." Brother Liang's expression turned serious immediately.

　　The box was jumping strangely on the seat, making a clattering sound, as if something was trying to break out.

　　"Brother Liang, don't move!"

　　Lu Fei's heart tightened as he saw a thick, black smoke rising from the box, instantly thinking of a terrifying possibility.

　　"Old Ma San wasn't scared away by the bloody handprint; it was something in this box that started to wreak havoc!"

　　"What! It's started?"

　　Brother Liang was shocked.

　　How could the timing be so coincidental?

　　Just as they had come looking for it, the knife began to cause trouble.

　　It was completely unexpected!