Book 2: Chapter 3: Wu Chang
The man’s slightly crooked back moved up and down from where it was hunched over in the dim yellow candlelight.
He was sprawled exhaustedly next to the coffin, an abnormal smile of happiness on his face.
“Wei Wei, Daddy is here.”
He gently caressed the coffin in front of him. Every touch left behind a thin trail of blood.
The air reeked with a heavy stench of rot and the sewer water that covered the ground had glinting traces of blood in it.
Scattered loosely on the ground was a bloodstained surgical blade, steel pliers, and pair of tongs. And on the large metal cross nearby was a length of bloodied rope tied around it. Fresh blood continued to drip nonstop from the rope, falling into the puddles of water. The moments of contact made eerie, hollow-sounding plop…plop…plop noises….
“Wei Wei, say Daddy.”
The corners of his rough lips opened as he chuckled at the coffin he was gazing at.
The coffin was quiet for a long time. Finally, a low voice came from inside.