Chapter 7, Koshilan Seaview Cemetery

The surroundings were pitch black, and I lit a cigarette while sitting on a bench by the path of the tomb.

I smiled faintly, displaying the inherent modest demeanor of a traditional Chinese elder, and humbly said: "Miss, so you are a vampire, my apologies..."

"I am a bit scared," said Old Cai suddenly, as he leaned his body against the back of the foreign girl

This report from Vancouver states that the Canadian 'murder demon' Pickton, who is suspected of killing 27 prostitutes and then mixing their remains with pork for sale, appeared in court for the first time yesterday at the Supreme Court of British Columbia in New Westminster, four years after his arrest

Finally here, I think

Good evening, I replied cautiously

Garlic was purchased for self-defense, ropes are convenient for binding the female corpse, and towels can be used to gag her to prevent her from screaming. One must treat the female corpse with utmost courtesy and must never use a stinky sock to gag her, as depicted in movies, which would be disrespectful to a lady

"Miss, don't you feel scared wandering alone in the cemetery at night?" I asked tentatively

"Just sit and wait; if there really is an old corpse, she will come over to chat." I said

I brought a large stack of recent Chinese newspapers, the "Sing Tao Daily," and spread them out on the table

Hiss. Upon hearing two strange gasping sounds, I immediately became alert, as a faint scent of perfume wafted through the air.

Oh. I am speechless

The first impression left on a beautiful woman is of utmost importance. From a physics perspective, the scent of men's cologne can not only mask the unpleasant odor associated with the Han ethnicity, but also stimulate the taste buds of a beautiful woman, inducing illusions that lead to sexual impulses. Cai, the old woman, sat beside me and spoke eloquently, reminiscent of the demeanor of the old physics professor from years past.

"Miss, if you don't mind, how about we have some snacks together?" I said as I took out a touchstone—a head of garlic.

Here is a message

I see that the young lady is also an unusual person. Did you come here late at night just to find someone to chat with? I must take the initiative

Good evening, gentlemen. " A crisp and pleasant English greeting interrupted my recollections

Fifty-six-year-old Pickton is the owner of a pig farm in the Greater Vancouver area. In February 2002, police conducted a large-scale excavation and DNA testing at his pig farm, discovering his connection to 27 missing women cases. Ultimately, the police charged him with 27 counts of first-degree murder. In June 1983, a sex worker named Rebecca mysteriously disappeared. Over the following 20 years, a total of 63 women went missing in this area. Most of them were drug users or sex workers, aged between 20 and 40 years.

A piece of news in the Sing Tao Daily caught my attention, stating that near the Burnaby (本那比) Kosland Seaview Cemetery, a well-dressed Caucasian woman was seen flagging down cars late at night, but she did not get into any of them, instead asking the drivers to come down and chat. After the police were notified, they arrived but could not find the woman. Such incidents have never occurred before.

"Are you afraid?" she retorted, staring into my eyes

Returning home? My own home, the distant Changbai Mountain in Northeast China, with its vast expanses of coniferous trees, has sat in solitude by the desolate Tianchi for countless years, afraid to step into the mundane world of humanity. Occasionally, I hide behind the sturdy Korean pine, secretly observing the groups of mountain guides and hunters. How lonely the old corpse is.

I parked the car on the driveway outside the cemetery, with a backpack filled with items on my back, and quietly slipped into the burial area with the old corpse of Cai. The Westerners' burial area, aside from some Christians who have cross-shaped tombstones topped with two small angels, consists mainly of bronze flat tombstones, which are essentially just yellow cast bronze plaques embedded in the ground, engraved with the names of the deceased and their dates of birth and death, surrounded by lush green grass.

I nodded in satisfaction, thinking that coming to hetushucomcom tonight was indeed worthwhile, as this girl was truly exceptional. I leaned forward to take a look, and over there, the frustrated face of the clumsy Cai Laoshi resembled a bitter melon.

"Well, it might really be a foreign girl zombie, but unfortunately my English is not very good, so communication might be a bit difficult," sighed Old Cai.

We will start by checking the West Coast edition to see if there are any unusual events reported in the social news section of the Greater Vancouver area

As night deepens, a fresh, damp breeze wafts through the Kersland Cemetery, carrying a faint scent of grass and humus that is refreshing to the lungs. Although the old corpses lack internal organs, one can still feel a sense of comfort and pleasure in being close to nature, accompanied by a longing for home

Daylight has arrived, and the streets are becoming busier with vehicles, while the sky remains persistently overcast and rainy, alas, the winter in Vancouver

"What are you waiting for?" The foreign girl said as she pulled away the hand of the old corpse from her buttocks.

I am also waiting for someone Her gaze and voice are captivating

Kersland Scenic Cemetery is a Western cemetery, characterized by lush greenery and beautiful scenery

Pickton had an eccentric personality, was taciturn, and often organized performances or amusements with prostitutes at his farm. Health officials in British Columbia believed there was evidence suggesting that the victims' remains may have been mixed into meat products and entered the market "Old Cai clicked his tongue.

The person spoke up: "Old Dong's corpse..."

"Are you Japanese?" the girl sweetly asked

Turning my head to look, a figure approached me from the darkness, the scent of perfume growing increasingly intense

As night fell, we took action

No response

I shook my head: "No, the cold-blooded pig farmers of Coquitlam would never be old corpses. We old corpses also have moral standards; we have always cherished and protected women. Using human flesh to impersonate livestock meat products is a despicable tactic that old corpses disdain."

"Cai Laoshi, this matter is somewhat suspicious. It seems that the search for the female corpse will begin at the Keshilan Seaside Cemetery," I said.

"Old Dong, I have packaged myself a bit, sprayed some cologne, does it smell okay?" The person who arrived from the darkness turned out to be Old Cai.

One year, I suddenly thought that in the prosperous Jiangnan, with its large population, there might be others like me. Thus, I made the decision to leave Changbai Mountain and traveled south across the Songhua River...

A gap opened in the clouds, and a faint beam of moonlight fell, illuminating the pale face of the young woman

I remain completely still, quietly waiting, with only the cigarette butt on my lips glowing or dimming.

We are Chinese. I replied clearly

Thank you, it is a pleasure to meet you. Do you mind if I sit down and chat with the two handsome gentlemen?" After all, she is a foreign girl, quite generous, and before her words even finished, she had already plopped herself down between us.

Under the moonlight, the garlic bulb in his hand glowed with a white light, and the foreign girl immediately changed her expression, revealing a look of panic.

"And others." I said淡淡.

Wow, miss, you are truly beautiful!" Old Cai was the first to utter this grammatically incorrect English compliment.

We need to make some preparations I pondered

She turned her body slightly, her full bosom facing me, her eyes filled with springtime allure, and with a charming smile she said: "You exude a natural freshness, while your companion is overwhelmed by an unpleasant chemical odor."

A young girl stood before me, though I could not tell when she had arrived. She had fair skin, long legs, wide hips, and a slender figure; she was a Caucasian woman

The light rain has just stopped, a cool breeze whispers, and the cemetery is enveloped in silence

The foreign girl, completely unaware, continued to speak to me: "You don't seem like ordinary people. What brings you to the cemetery at such a late hour?"

Oh, Chinese people are taller and also much more handsome The young woman smiled, revealing two rows of white teeth

I locked the shop door and drove that second-hand Ford straight to Chinatown with Old Cai.

Moreover, our goal is to seek out beautiful old corpses. Cai Laoshi is energetic and full of enthusiasm