“If you’ve made it here, you’ve already passed the initial test. Basically, there are still some things I haven’t told you. The reason you’re being hunted is very special—no matter where you hide, it’s useless. The only way is to keep running. However, this so-called ‘Weeping Ghosts’ has a time limit; they won’t keep causing trouble forever. As long as you make it to four o’clock tomorrow morning, that is, twelve hours after the hunt began, then from the moment the spiritual artifact appeared, a full twelve ancient hours—twenty-four hours—will have passed. If you’re still alive by then, you’ll be fine.”

“Since you’ve passed the initial test, that means you’re working for me now. I can’t just let that go without a gesture. This dagger can restrain ghosts—use it to protect yourself. Don’t bother the people at the bar downstairs; they’re much harder to deal with than ghosts, haha. Mr. Cat’s note.”

“PS: I looked into that weird-faced female ghost you met in your room today. She’s been pretty active lately. Apparently, she was tricked online before she died, so she specifically targets shut-in men. Teenage girls in their rebellious phase really are impossible to reason with. Because her resentment is unusually strong, she’s a bit harder to deal with than ordinary ghosts. I hope you don’t run into anyone as tough as her during this time.”

“PS to the PS: I suggest you use my dagger. Actually, that bamboo scroll can only harm ghosts when your attention is highly focused or your emotions are intense. It’s mainly due to its special material, but it still relies on your own strength. If you lose focus for too long, it’ll lose its power. After all, that thing isn’t really a weapon. Anyway, be careful in everything. I’ll come find you tomorrow morning.”

William Carter finished reading the letter, crumpled the paper into a ball, grabbed the dagger, and rushed out the door. His face was as dark as coal, his teeth clenched, muttering half-madly, “Heh… Fooled by you again, heh… And a PS, and a PS to the PS—didn’t your elementary school teacher ever teach you how to write a letter?! What ‘Night Parade of a Hundred Demons,’ what ‘Weeping Ghosts’—turns out the one hunting shut-in men is a fujoshi… You little bastards, dead or alive, I’m going out right now and taking them all down, and tomorrow I’ll tie you to your crappy Honda and push it off a cliff! You hear me, you bastard?!”

Chapter 5: Memory Awakening

Mr. Cat naturally couldn’t hear William Carter’s complaints. At this moment, he was busy with something else. In fact, he had originally planned to stay at the agency to help William Carter, but an unexpected situation left him overwhelmed. Right now, he was on the rooftop of a tall building, locked in a bloody battle with a beautiful woman. (PS: This PS is to prevent any unnecessary misunderstanding about the previous sentence.)

“Jack the Ripper, it’s been a long time since we met. You seem even more manly now.”

“Cut the chatter… Only kids like to hear that stuff. Guys my age prefer to hear things like ‘You haven’t changed at all.’” As Mr. Cat spoke, he lit a cigarette. Blood kept dripping from his sleeve, but he didn’t seem to care, still looking half-asleep and lazily exhaling smoke.

“But your skills seem to have declined a lot. Too much wine and women?” The beautiful woman, who called Mr. Cat ‘Jack the Ripper,’ continued. She didn’t seem to have any injuries, but there was a clear trace of blood at the corner of her mouth.

“Ah… Well, I’m actually worried that if you fall into my hands, I really will overindulge in wine and women.” He even put special emphasis on the word ‘women’…

The woman gathered her long hair, which hung down to her waist, with a sharp steel needle in her hand. Her face was even paler than Mr. Cat’s—whether from internal injuries or by nature was unclear. “I’m not interested in fighting anymore today, Jack the Ripper. I’ll come for you again. I want to take back what’s rightfully mine.”

“Tch… Such a willful woman. It’s been five years, and you’re still hung up on the title ‘Mr. Cat’? Didn’t you already get the highest title in another city? If I remember right, it’s ‘Thousand Winds,’ isn’t it? Don’t tell me you’re just looking for an excuse to keep tangling with me?” Mr. Cat knew that if she was determined to escape, he’d never catch her, so he could only use his usual trick to provoke her.

Unexpectedly, the woman fell silent for a few seconds, then said with a serious look, “I just don’t want to lose to you, that’s all.” With that, she leapt from the rooftop, and truly vanished into the air like a thousand winds. Mr. Cat then slumped to the ground, taking deep drags on his cigarette.

“Seems she still cares about that… Actually, there was a chance for us…” Mr. Cat gazed at the starry sky with his perpetually sleepy eyes, sighing deeply. Who knows how long he sat there before finally staggering to his feet, clearly badly injured and walking with great difficulty.

He walked to the wall, sat down against it, and turned on his phone, discovering it was already two in the morning. “I wonder how that kid is doing. His spiritual sense hasn’t disappeared yet. I’ll do some quick treatment and then go help him. If he’s still alive by then…” With that thought, he opened a document on his phone. The title of the document was actually “The Book of Dunjia.”

The Book of Dunjia, also known as Hua Tuo’s “Qing Nang Shu,” is divided into three volumes: the Upper Volume “Book of Human Dunjia,” the Middle Volume “Book of Heavenly Dunjia,” and the Lower Volume “Book of Earthly Dunjia.” Legend has it that the book was burned during the Three Kingdoms era, with only a page or two of its medical techniques surviving.