CHAPTER 200: CHAPTER 173: AS LONG AS IT’S NOT A CORPSE COMING BACK TO LIFE

"Yes, we have, but...that’s the dining hall of our funeral home."

This woman can’t be joking here, can she?

[Dining hall???]

[Sorry, a lot of unpleasant images just popped into my head.]

[Stop it, I’m starting to feel nauseous.]

[Perhaps I should call the police first... I feel like today’s case is about to unfold.]

...

It’s uncertain if it’s because of past livestreams, but people now seem to view Mu Yunchu’s livestream with some skepticism.

When encountering anything, they immediately think of the worst-case scenario.

Just like now.

They even suspect the funeral home is involved in a murder case.

"Haven’t you considered that maybe this person isn’t dead at all?"

Mu Yunchu said, a bit helplessly.

After she said this, the atmosphere in the room clearly lightened up a lot.

The leader patted his chest, "Thankfully, as long as it’s not a corpse reviving, it’s fine."

But soon everyone realized something was amiss again.

"Not dead?"

Then they quickly mobilized, taking everyone straight to the dining hall.

Even though it wasn’t noon, there were still quite a few people in the dining hall at this time. It was because their dining hall was also open to the outside, which was a major feature of their funeral home.

Along the way, the colleague who had seen the "corpse" among them kept replaying in their mind, just to ensure they could recognize the person when they saw them.

The leader was also constantly wiping sweat. He accidentally saw the number of viewers in Mu Yunchu’s livestream, and if it resulted in a very negative impact on their funeral home, that would be terrible!

However, that colleague, despite having recalled for a long time, was still stunned when they saw dozens of figures in the dining hall.

"This..."

The leader by the side looked at him with exceptionally expectant eyes.

"I kind of..."

He wanted to say he couldn’t quite recall.

Mu Yunchu said, "In your ten o’clock direction, the man sitting in the corner eating."

As her voice fell, everyone looked in that direction.

A man who looked to be about forty was eating with his head down, the chopsticks in his right hand continuously bringing food to his mouth.

The colleague squinted their eyes and stared for a while, their gaze falling on his widening part, then their pupils instantly expanded several times.

Extending a finger, it took him a long time to say one complete sentence out of excitement.

"Yes...yes, yes, that’s him!"

Upon hearing this, everyone, finding courage in numbers, rushed forward to control the person.

"Hey, hey, hey?"

Only when his arm was grabbed and twisted backward did the man finally swallow the last bite and angrily reprimand, "What are you doing!"

However, when he saw their uniforms representing the funeral home, he immediately lost his nerve and couldn’t even speak a word.

"Uh... you guys..."

"Leader, he’s alive!" One of the people holding his hand felt the ’warmth’ coming off him, and finally let out a breath they had been holding.

Knowing he’s alive, they felt relieved.

A few people sat around him, wanting to get to the bottom of the matter.

But the man hemmed and hawed, clearly uncooperative, and unwilling to say why he was supposedly dead just now yet suddenly alive again.

"Are you saying... could it be, misdiagnosis?"

After holding it in for a long time, the man finally said this one sentence.

Then he seriously observed everyone else, watching their expressions.

Seeing they were skeptical, but unable to find reasonable words to rebut, the man started pondering his escape route.

However, obviously all of his plans were futile under Mu Yunchu’s gaze.

"He’s here because he wants to eat at your dining hall."

As Mu Yunchu’s calm voice fell, everyone unanimously looked at the bowl of rice noodles in front of the man, which still had some soup left.

Their expressions were odd yet eerie.

[Is that all?]

[For the first time, I feel the anchor’s answer is a bit far-fetched.]

However, the man’s subconscious cover-up and sudden small actions all conveyed to everyone that it was just as Mu Yunchu said.

Now that his motive was exposed by others, he knew there was no point in denying it, so he candidly admitted it.

"I’m sorry! I really just pretended to be dead to get this one bowl of rice noodles!"

When hearing his confession, everyone was so shocked their jaws almost dropped.

The leader, who was quite frightened, was even more puzzled, "You’re telling me you pretended to be dead for a bowl of rice noodles? You... you..."

He didn’t even know what to say to this person.

"You can eat it every day, of course, you wouldn’t understand!"

It turned out this man once visited because of a relative and accidentally ate the rice noodles here, after which he was completely hooked.

He couldn’t sleep at night, tossing and turning just thinking about it.

But he was told that unless it was for a ’function’, the funeral home’s dining hall wouldn’t allow outsiders in.

That meant, to enter here, one had to show up for cremation.

He couldn’t harm others, so he could only ’harm’ himself.

Finally, he racked his brains and came up with this plan.

...

[...How should I put it, if you’re saying he’s immoral, he’d rather ’cremate’ himself. If you’re saying he’s moral, he actually pulled something like this off.]

[I think this will be an unforgettable experience for those involved.]

[Not just for those involved, for me too!]

[I’m going to write this into my novel, discussing the lengths a foodie would go to for food.]

[...Even though I don’t want to admit it, it seems that I’m just as abnormal as he is. But I think I know which funeral home he visited, I’d been there two years ago when a relative passed away.

The rice noodles are indeed delicious... So good that you can’t find the same taste anywhere else outside.]

[Now you’ve got me curious too, just how good can it be?]

...

In the inpatient department of Qinghe No.1 People’s Hospital, Zhou Zhicheng’s booming voice echoed through the entire hallway.

"What’s the situation?"

"How could there be a car crash out of the blue?"

Seeing the disdainful looks people were casting their way, Hu Chi wanted to bury himself in a hole.

This floor was meant for resting, so it was supposed to be very quiet.

He hurriedly took two steps forward, hoping to urge his team leader to lower his voice a bit.

Zhou Zhicheng was genuinely frantic.

Realizing this, he quickly apologized to the people around.

Afterward, he finally found the room where Wen Xu was.

Seeing him half-leaning on the bed playing with his phone, seemingly fine, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

As the best forensic expert in their police force, nothing could happen to Wen Xu.

There was no one else in the room.

Zhou Zhicheng wasn’t surprised, given the choice, Wen Xu was not someone who liked sharing a room with others.

"What happened?"

"Was it an accident?"

He had a slight understanding of Wen Xu’s condition, but always assumed it was just nerve-related issues.

"If it’s reached this stage, you’d better see a doctor." Zhou Zhicheng said gravely.

Wen Xu shook his head lightly, "No."

"I suspect someone deliberately sought revenge."