Lovecraftian World, But I Spread Curses – Chapter 5

Truth

Chapter 5: Truth

“I’m very sorry for deceiving you, Miss Yu.” The waitress miss casually unbuttoned her clothes as if no one else was around, taking off her shirt to reveal a black tight leather outfit underneath. “After all, you’ve been deliberately evading us, so we had no choice but to resort to this strategy.”

Miss Yu’s expression flickered uncertainly, and after a long pause, she sighed and said, “What do you need me to cooperate with?”

“Regarding you and your father during that autopsy half a month ago, that nameless female corpse excavated from the suburbs of Jiunian City.” The pale man with a dangerously receding hairline got straight to the point. He took out a photograph of the nameless female corpse; the female corpse in the photo was eerily beautiful in death, her red wedding dress vividly blood-like. “You must still have an impression of the corpse in this photo, right?”

The pale man seemed to suddenly remember something and smiled apologetically. “Right, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is He Jia’an, and I’m their leader.”

Finally, the man emphasized as if stressing the key point, repeating it twice: “Thirty-two years old this year, only thirty-two years old this year.”

“I can tell.” Miss Yu let out a dry laugh, her gaze involuntarily sweeping over the man’s sparse scalp, then shifting to the woman who had pretended to be the waitress and the tall square-faced man standing beside her.

“Li Yingqi.” The woman smiled slightly.

“Wei Jiang.” The tall man nodded politely.

Miss Yu nodded, pondered for a moment, then said, “Since you’ve come for this corpse, you must also know the eerie aspects of this corpse.”

Although He Jia’an’s hair was in poor health, he had a kind and approachable face that could be considered handsome just looking at it. He said in a calm tone, “We hope you will tell us about the process of the autopsy and the experiences you’ve had these days.”

The other party’s noncommittal attitude allowed Miss Yu to imagine that the Mysterious Group’s people must have suffered considerable losses due to that nameless female corpse; otherwise, they wouldn’t have come to her at this time.

Clearly, at the very beginning, they could have contacted her immediately. She had also actively sought to approach them, and the Mysterious Group had plenty of opportunities to make contact with her, but they had never done so, seemingly indifferent to her.

At this thought, a cold laugh surfaced in Miss Yu’s heart, but on the surface, she pretended to recall and told the three members of the Mysterious Group the same set of words she had poured out to Lin Ling.

After speaking, Miss Yu secretly observed the expressions of the three people in front of her.

He Jia’an put on a thoughtful appearance, while Li Yingqi and Wei Jiang beside her exchanged a brief glance. Their reaction made Miss Yu’s heart skip a few beats, stirring ripples in her state of mind.

Moments later, a single sentence from He Jia’an made Miss Yu’s eyelids twitch.

“Do you mind telling us the truth, Miss Yu?” He Jia’an said somewhat helplessly. “If you’re unwilling to cooperate, we might have to do some things you’re not too willing to have happen.”

As he spoke, the square-faced man Wei Jiang comforted her seriously: “Don’t worry, Miss Yu. We’re just specialized personnel handling anomaly affairs. Regarding what you did in this anomaly event, no matter what moral or legal issues arose, we won’t judge you in any way.”

Li Yingqi also said in a gentle tone, “Yeah, at most it’s just something like killing your own biological father…”

Miss Yu felt the hairs on her body stand on end, and she abruptly stood up from her chair, but she realized she was trapped in this small room with nowhere to escape. Her throat dry, she said, “You, you…”

Seeing this, He Jia’an sighed and began to recount the information they had collected in detail: “Actually, shortly after you and your father had your incident, our people had already figured out the cause of this anomaly affair at the scene. On the surface, it seemed like a ghost event, with the departed soul of that corpse causing trouble; in reality, it wasn’t. This world has no monstrous gods and demons from horror stories—only supernatural phenomena that current science can’t yet explain.

At the scene where the female corpse was discovered, we actually also found a meteorite resembling uncut jade in appearance and texture, but for some reason, the radiation originally abundant in the meteorite had completely disappeared. Later, we discovered it had transferred into the female corpse’s body. Subsequently, we found that the so-called Yin Matching ritual circulated in the ancient mountain village of Jiunian City was remarkably similar to a matrix from a super-ancient civilization for guiding special radiation energy.

And over these past few hundred years, the Yin Matching ritual had only succeeded that one time. We guess it’s probably due to the special and rare nature of the meteorite.

When the ritual succeeds, the matrix guiding the meteorite’s energy turns an object into a medium connecting to dimensional space, so that female corpse bearing the meteorite’s energy became the window opening between two dimensions. Anyone who has had prolonged contact with the nameless female corpse will be discovered by extradimensional creatures, and then targeted.

That kind of extradimensional creature is also our first contact, but from the sensory experience of contact, it’s highly probable they harbor malice and invasiveness toward the human world. They create hallucinations for people who had direct contact with the corpse, trapping humans within a certain spatial range, and during this process, slowly inject their power into the bodies of humans trapped in the hallucinations, gradually modifying the human body into a structure suitable for their survival, and finally transferring their consciousness into the human body.

Several members of our Mysterious Group suffered big losses because they were unfamiliar with such opponents and are now deeply trapped in hallucinations, in critical condition.”

At this point, He Jia’an dropped his gentle and refined demeanor, pulled a cigarette from his pocket, and held it in his mouth without lighting it, saying in a somewhat roguish tone: “Miss Yu, you’re the sole most special experiencer in this anomaly affair. Everyone who contacted that corpse is now in dire straits. Even if discovered in time and dragged out of the corpse’s magnetic field influence range, those people still can’t wake from the hallucinations and remain sunk in endless madness, unable to extricate themselves.

Only you, Miss Yu. Although your body has been forcibly enduring the erosion of power from the extradimensional creature, your consciousness remains clear.

At the beginning, we also suspected whether you had already been taken over by the extradimensional creature, so we didn’t dare approach you rashly. Sorry, it’s not arrogance or inhumanity—it’s necessary precaution.

But after a period of observation, we discovered you truly haven’t been taken over by the extradimensional creature. Therefore, we’ve decided today to make close contact with you and learn from you how you escaped the hallucination control at that time.”

Hearing He Jia’an’s full explanation of the ins and outs, the horror in Miss Yu’s heart gradually subsided. Her expression went from shock to sudden realization, then to the current entanglement and contemplation, as if a year’s four seasons had passed over her face.

Seeing Miss Yu still not responding, He Jia’an sighed and said to Li Yingqi, “Xiao Li, get ready to start the hypnosis.”

Hearing this, Miss Yu shuddered and immediately reached out to stop them, saying hurriedly, “Wait, it’s not that I don’t want to say it. Some things are just hard to know how to bring up. I’m only organizing my words.”

He Jia’an chuckled upon hearing this. Clearly smiling like a living Buddha, but it made the person involved feel particularly punchable. He laughed, “Oh, that’s how it is. No problem, you can think carefully and then tell us. You don’t need to think about lying—our Comrade Xiao Wei has the ability to sense brainwaves and can tell if you’re lying. Cough cough… Think it over carefully before speaking. Only one chance.”

Miss Yu glanced at the upright-looking Wei Jiang and helplessly gritted her teeth inwardly.

After a brief pause, Miss Yu sighed and said, “Captain He, actually, you were wrong about one thing earlier. This world does have monstrous gods and demons that science can’t explain.”

He Jia’an frowned and asked curiously, “Oh? Then please enlighten me?”

“I’m actually not the real Miss Yu.” Miss Yu furrowed her brows, saying worriedly, “Strictly speaking, I am the master of that corpse. My real name is Jinxiu.”

The three from the Mysterious Group all raised their brows. He Jia’an and Li Yingqi looked at the square-faced man, but Wei Jiang replied with a grave expression, “She’s not lying.”

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Lovecraftian World, But I Spread Curses

Lovecraftian World, But I Spread Curses

克系世界,但我散播诅咒
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Status: Ongoing Author: Released: 2022 Native Language: Chinese
Humans in this world are too vulnerable; seeing a winged hound in a graveyard causes them to lose their reason, a mere glance at a statue of a tentacled bodhisattva in a crowd leads to endless nightmares and inability to eat or sleep, a fleeting glimpse of a black goat's hoof under the forest shade sends them into a panic... they are simply too vulnerable! People's joys and sorrows are not interconnected. They all seem to live in unease and fear, but Lin Ling only finds them noisy. "The best method to eliminate fear is to face it. This is a video tape full of blessings." Lin Ling handed a black video tape to the guest who suffered from dimensional power intrusions daily, and smiled, "If it's useful, don't forget a five-star good review." Setting up a small dwelling in the forest, the small dwelling sells various consecrated and blessed objects. The boss is actually a mental patient who has transmigrated. He never worries about someone giving his small shop a bad review. [Note 1] This might be a grand collision between Eastern Mysticism and Lovecraftian Power. [Note 2] The story is largely told from a unit perspective. [Note 3] The author is perfectly sane.

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