nagpurpolice Chapter 59 Study
Chapter 59 Study
Gu Chong slept very soundly, in a dream filled with countless mixed memories.
The figures of his father and mother appeared, smiling and waving at him.
"Father~ Mother~"
Inside the room where he was on night duty, on the bed, Gu Chong let out a soft murmur.
On the table and chairs beside the bed, Old Zhang put down the wooden plate in his hand and placed a small dish of pickled vegetables, white porridge, and two white steamed buns on the table.
He glanced at the boy who was still asleep, and was about to go forward to check on him when he saw Gu Chong slowly open his eyes.
The dry, stinging pain in my mind gradually disappeared, and the memories in my dream slowly faded away.
Unfamiliar roof beams, unfamiliar surroundings.
Gu Chong was stunned for a long time, his eyes somewhat blank.
"Young man, you're finally awake." Old Zhang's face lit up with joy, and he was about to step forward to help Gu Chong sit up.
Unexpectedly, Gu Chong gently pushed him away, sat up, and looked around.
As the next fragment became clearer, Gu Chong looked down at his hands.
The hands that were covered in blood last night have been washed clean now, but the smell of blood still seems to linger on my skin.
A smile slowly spread across his lips.
Young Master Feng wasn't lying to himself.
He brought himself back.
Recalling the day before when the knife was thrown at him, he didn't know why he reached out and caught it.
As if by some strange twist of fate, it was as if someone had given me a push.
It's not about proving anything to anyone, nor is it about yearning for the pity of important figures.
Rather, with a knife, one can take revenge and kill!
Now, his revenge has come.
"Young man?"
"Want something to eat?"
Seeing him in a daze, Old Zhang called out again, his tone hesitant and pleading.
After all, Feng Xiu had personally brought him back, so Old Zhang didn't have any ill feelings towards him.
Gu Chong slowly came to his senses and nodded.
The moment he stepped onto the ground, his legs went weak. Old Zhang rushed forward to help him, but Gu Chong pushed him away again and walked to the table to sit down.
Pick up your chopsticks, take a piece of pickled vegetable, and slowly put it in your mouth.
Old Zhang stood aside, looking on, seemingly wanting to say something but holding back.
The boy ate slowly, the salty and astringent taste churning on his taste buds, one bite at a time.
Old Zhang was no stranger to him. In recent days, he had either been kneeling in front of the Feng Mansion or stubbornly trying to find Master Zheng to seek justice.
Yesterday, he left the mansion carrying a knife.
At the time, he thought the head had been killed by the eldest son on his behalf.
Looking at it now... I doubt I did it myself.
How old is he?
Old Zhang secretly sized up Gu Chong: thin, dark-skinned, with a face still bearing traces of childishness.
But those eyes seemed very calm, completely different from those of a typical child.
Old Zhang's mind was filled with jumbled thoughts.
The meal took about 15 minutes, and Gu Chong only put down his chopsticks after swallowing the last mouthful of white porridge.
Just as Lao Zhang was about to clear the dishes, Gu Chong spoke up, his voice hoarse.
"Last night...did the eldest young master bring back that severed head?"
Old Zhang's heart skipped a beat. He swallowed hard and nodded, "I brought them back. They're all here."
Gu Chong looked at him and asked, "Brother, could you please bring this over for me?"
Old Zhang was taken aback. "Young man, you don't need to call me big brother, just call me Old Zhang."
He patted his chest again, "You wait here, I'll go get it right away."
Just as Old Zhang was about to leave, Gu Chong spoke again.
"Brother Zhang, do you have a dagger?"
Old Zhang paused, turned around and looked at him.
Gu Chong's face remained expressionless. Old Zhang had a bad feeling, but he still nodded.
"Yes, I'll get it for you."
Not long after.
When Lao Zhang returned with the wooden box, Gu Chong was already standing at the door waiting.
The wooden box wasn't big; he found it last night.
There was too much blood from that head, and he was afraid it would make the floor dirty and difficult to clean, so he put it in a box.
"Here you go, young man." Old Zhang handed over the box.
Gu Chong took it and opened it.
Inside the box, the bottom layer was covered with a layer of dark red bloodstains.
A human head lay quietly inside, eyes closed, the fat on its face beginning to turn blue.
Third Master.
Gu Chong stared at that face for a long time.
Then he looked up at the dagger in Old Zhang's hand.
Old Zhang hesitated for a moment, but still handed it over.
Gu Chong took the dagger, holding the head by the hair with one hand and then with the other.
He then began to cut at the dry, bluish face cloth with a dagger.
The blade sliced through flesh with a soft hissing sound, and his hands were stained with blood, but he didn't care at all.
Cut by cut, until the flesh on his face was shaved off, then the scalp was peeled open and the eyeballs were gouged out.
Old Zhang stood to the side, his face slightly pale, and his legs went weak at the sight.
How old is this child?
The calmer he was, the more Old Zhang could see the deep-seated pain hidden beneath the tranquility.
Even if the boy cuts a person's head down to bones, cuts open flesh, and peels away the skin's texture.
Each stroke, though slightly clumsy, exuded a steady and methodical quality.
A moment later, a stark white skull appeared in Gu Chong's hand.
Flesh and blood still clung to the skull-like face, hanging in strands.
Then, Gu Chong picked up a dagger and viciously scooped out a fragment from the top of the skull.
The skull fragments were about the size of a palm, with jagged edges.
Gu Chong then used a dagger to dig a hole in the center of the skull fragment.
As Old Zhang watched, a deep chill ran through him.
Turning enemy skull fragments into spoils of war?!
"Brother Zhang," Gu Chong said hoarsely.
Old Zhang jumped, "Yes, I'm here!"
Gu Chong put down the dagger, holding the skull fragment in his hand.
"Could you do me another favor?"
Old Zhang nodded quickly, "I can help, I can help, young man, just tell me!"
He thought Gu Chong wanted a rope or a thin iron chain to string the skull fragments together.
But Gu Chong said, "Do you have incense? Incense sticks for worship."
Old Zhang seemed a little lost in thought, then nodded. "Yes, that's easy."
"Find me five more people and a carriage."
"A carriage?" Old Zhang was even more puzzled. "Young man, where are you going?"
Gu Chong looked down at the skull fragment in his hand, then looked up again.
"I have a gift for the eldest son." He paused, "but it's too heavy for me to carry by myself."
A thought flashed through Old Zhang's mind: What kind of gift would require a horse-drawn carriage?
But he didn't dare ask any more questions. Although the boy looked young, he had a lot of energy.
He'd worked for the Feng family for so many years; he'd seen all sorts of people.
This boy alone, with a blank expression and nonchalant actions, performed a cruel dismemberment that even adults might not be able to do.
This kind of person is not someone you should mess with.
"Okay, I'll arrange it."
Half an hour later, a cart stopped at the back gate of the Feng residence.
Old Zhang was driving a horse, with five sturdy guards sitting on a cart.
They were all brothers that Lao Zhang usually drank with; Lao Zhang had called them over.
He was initially full of doubts, but after looking at Gu Chong sitting on the carriage floor, he wisely shut his mouth.
Everyone in the Feng family had heard of Gu Chong. A few days ago, he blocked Master Zheng's door every day and couldn't be driven away.
I guess it's because Master Zheng gave the order to go out today.
"Young man, where are you going?" Old Zhang asked, turning around.
"Dongyang Street, Willow Lane, the southernmost one."
The group boarded a cart and drove all the way to the back of Liutiao Lane in Dongyang Street.
The carriage stopped in front of a dilapidated courtyard.
The courtyard was small, the door was crooked, and the walls were overgrown with weeds, making it look somewhat dilapidated.
Gu Chong got off the cart, glanced at the courtyard, and remained silent for a while.
"Brother Zhang, please wait here for me for a moment."
Then, Gu Chong pushed open the courtyard gate and went inside.
The courtyard was a mess, as if it had been ransacked. The door to the main house was half open, and it was pitch black inside, so nothing could be seen.
Gu Chong did not enter the house, but went straight to the central hall.
In the central hall, there are two memorial tablets.
In front of the memorial tablet, an incense burner was still burning, but the incense had long since burned out, leaving only clumps of white ash.
A large character "奠" (meaning "offering sacrifice") hung on the wall, written in black ink on white paper. Gu Chong took out incense sticks from his pocket, lit them, and respectfully placed them into the incense burner.
Then he knelt down and kowtowed three times heavily to the two memorial tablets.
"Father, Mother."
"Your child... has avenged you."
He paused, then kowtowed again.
"That Third Master, I killed him with my own hands. I cut off his head and removed his bones. Father, Mother, you... can rest in peace now."
The incense smoke curled upwards slowly.
Gu Chong knelt for a long time before slowly standing up.
Without any hesitation, he turned and walked out of the main hall, went to the front door, and called several people in.
The four walked to the east wing of the courtyard, next to a storage room in the kitchen.
"Squeak~"
The door slammed open, and dust began to fall from it.
Old Zhang and his two guards followed him in, and when they looked inside, they were all taken aback.
In the very center of the room stood a massive object, about seven feet tall and as tall as an adult, completely covered in black cloth and secured with ropes.
Just by looking at it, it seems to resemble a human figure sculpture?
"What's this?" one of the guards asked, scratching his head.
Gu Chong didn't explain, but simply said, "Thank you all for your hard work, brothers. I'm too young to lift this."
"It's not hard work, it's not hard work."
Without asking any further questions, the group exchanged glances, then walked over and circled the humanoid object, looking for a good spot to strike.
"rise!"
Then, the six people raised their arms and exerted force at the same time, causing the object to move slightly.
Even with the strength of six strong men, they almost couldn't lift it.
"So heavy?"
"Enough talk, lift it!"
Old Zhang gritted his teeth, carried the items out of the storage room, and walked step by step to the courtyard gate, where he placed them on the cart.
Boom~
The cart wheel sank down.
Old Zhang let out a sigh of relief, wiped his sweat with the other two, looked at the item wrapped in black cloth again, and ultimately asked nothing.
"Let's go back to the manor."
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At this moment, inside the training room of the Feng residence.
The atmosphere was somewhat somber. Xiang Geng, Feng Shouzhuo, Han Che, and Zheng Bo sat in a semi-circle.
They all looked thoughtful, their brows slightly furrowed.
Before him, the aroma of several cups of refreshing tea had long since faded, and the tea-refilling maids came and went.
On the table in the very center, there was a book of Dragon and Snake Martial Arts Seals, which had been turned to the last page.
"Gentlemen, how is it?"
Feng Xiu sat upright in the main seat, his gaze sweeping over the group.
"The Dragon-Snake Martial Seal has a grand and profound concept. Even if the eldest young master wants to improve and simplify it, it will be difficult to do so."
Xiang Geng pondered for a moment, then shook his head slightly.
"I understand what you mean, brother. There are indeed a lot of 182 combined seal techniques. One person could never learn them all in a lifetime."
Feng Shouzhuo also added that, in terms of understanding the Dragon and Snake Martial Seal, it's truly important to discuss this further.
Of the people present, besides Feng Xiu, he was basically the only one.
Although Feng Xiuyi emphasized the importance of focusing on the foundation and slowing down his research on the Dragon-Snake Martial Seal, this was the only martial art that could prove his worth.
He could not give up easily, so Feng Shouzhou also studied a lot of martial arts and medical theories, such as the distribution of meridians and acupoints in the human body.
In terms of vision, he is even better than Han Che and Xiang Geng.
"However, I think the third and seventh forms of the Green Snake Seal can be combined, as they both focus on body movement and have similar approaches," Feng Shouzhuo said after thinking for a moment.