Chapter 2 Cat Face
Officer Wang scanned the petrified crowd but saw no trace of the young man.
Li Ang, turning away with his box of chive pockets, rubbed his chin and muttered, eyes narrowed, "Strange things these days... they really are becoming more and more frequent..."
Indeed, in recent months, various types of urban legends had been emerging incessantly.
For instance, there was the story of an elderly villager who died of illness and suddenly sat up in their coffin during the burial. Their relatives, overjoyed through their tears, reportedly created a scene by dancing on the grave.
Another involved a top male escort from a club, found dismembered into over a hundred pieces in his home; police preliminarily ruled out homicide.
And then there was the archaeologist who supposedly went mad after investigating a large tomb, screaming about seeing ghosts, stripping naked, and rushing into a restroom to do a headstand against the wall, pretending to be a faucet.
These absurd, even somewhat spoof-like tales, were heavily censored and deleted once they began to spread widely. The few that survived, unverified and unable to circulate further, merely became post-meal chatter for idle netizens.
Let the taller guys worry about it if the sky falls.
Li Ang curled his lip and entered Building Three.
Unfortunately, a sign at the elevator entrance read, "Under Maintenance, Out of Service."