Nightmare Apostle

Chapter 545: Chapter 473: The Monk Looks Better in a Skirt than the Patron

Upon hearing the name, Yang Xiao’s mind buzzed—this was the owner of the notebook he had retrieved.

After hanging up the phone, Yang Xiao, accompanied by Zhang Man, hurried to Donghui Vocational and Technical College. After losing three teammates, they had finally confirmed the identity of Ghost. The cost was undeniably severe.

Using the same method to handle the gatekeeper, the two sneaked into the campus and entered the records room, fortunately finding the same teacher on duty.

Seeing Yang Xiao appear again, the teacher, who was filling out forms, couldn’t help but frown, "Why is it you again?"

"Teacher Wang, we are here today on behalf of Fei Yong’s sister. She expressed her apologies for her brother’s actions years ago. Although Fei Yong is no longer with us, she still hopes to meet those classmates who were bullied by them and apologize in person," Yang Xiao said earnestly, effortlessly letting the words flow.

"Sorry, Teacher Wang, we hope to offer compensation for Fei Yong’s past mistakes," Zhang Man said seriously, bowing to the teacher.

This scene utterly confused the teacher, who initially thought they had come to argue, but then...

Your teacher had already picked up the phone, ready to call the gatekeeper to have them thrown out, but their sincere attitude made her feel embarrassed. She quickly stood up, "Don’t be like this; it wasn’t you who made the mistake. It’s rare for Fei Yong’s sister to be so understanding. Well... what do you need me to do?"

"Please provide us with a list of the bullied classmates and their contact information. We would like to visit them to apologize and offer a certain amount of compensation," Yang Xiao bowed again, "Please."

"This..." The teacher was somewhat troubled, "The identities and contact information of these people are confidential. I cannot reveal them to you. How about this, let me first try to contact them and ask for their own wishes?"

"That would be great, we hope you find a student who understands their past misdeeds to introduce us. We need the truth," Zhang Man said earnestly.

As the atmosphere between them became more amiable, Teacher Wang also revealed many past events to them. Fei Yong and his two friends were extremely malicious, bullying other students long-term because they came from wealthy and powerful families, including but not limited to giving nicknames, spreading sexual rumors, beating, tearing up books, vandalizing maliciously, taking unflattering photos, and others. She pulled out archived photos and notebooks as evidence for them to relay truthfully to Fei Yong’s sister.

The number of photos was staggering; they were piled up thickly in his hand, nearly a hundred photos involving at least a dozen students. Some were deliberately unflattering shots, and some were outright privacy-invading sneaky photos of both genders. The level of malice was appalling.

The faces in these photos had all been blackened out to protect the privacy of the bullied students.

Taking advantage of Zhang Man distracting the teacher, Yang Xiao quickly browsed through the photos and soon discovered what they were looking for in the last few photos.

This photo was sneaky, the background looked like an old dormitory with desks, beds, and a red vintage enamel basin. The photographer hid outside the window while a man wearing a blue skirt and high heels was looking in the mirror. The image was not very clear, but it was apparent enough to see that the man was also holding a long wavy woman’s wig.

Flipping over the photo, in the upper right-hand corner of the back, it was written with the character for ’Li’.

The ’Li’ of Wang Zhongli.

"This photo is quite extreme among them; those three guys were simply inhuman." The teacher noticed Yang Xiao looking at this photo and sighed, "We respect the students’ preferences; it’s not impacting others."

"Who is this person?" Zhang Man asked curiously.

"I can’t tell you their name, but because of these photos, this person later withdrew from school voluntarily," the teacher explained.

"Do you know where he went after withdrawing?" Yang Xiao asked.

The teacher shook her head, "I don’t know; I wasn’t close with him, and he wasn’t in my class, just knew he was from out of town, probably went back to his hometown."

"Teacher Wang, can you contact a classmate who was familiar with this person? This is too cruel; we must compensate and let Fei Yong’s sister apologize in person," Yang Xiao said indignantly, slapping the table.

"I’ll do my best." The teacher was very impressed with Yang Xiao and Zhang Man’s attitude, and she decided to help them wholeheartedly.

After finding no more useful clues, the two said their goodbyes and left. Before leaving, Yang Xiao and the teacher exchanged phone numbers, agreeing that she would notify him immediately once there was any news, possibly as early as tomorrow.

By the time they returned to the hotel, it was already three o’clock in the afternoon. Lian Jinsun and Che Xuexiang had also returned to the hotel early, and now the six of them were gathered together.

Yang Xiao quickly shared the clues he had found with everyone, including the secret that might save their lives tonight—wearing women’s clothes, pairing a blue skirt with stockings, preferably flesh-colored ones.

"Is this... is this reliable?" Wen Chongxian said with a pained expression.

"Believe it or not, it’s up to you," Yang Xiao said indifferently: "Anyway, I’m wearing it."

"You men can wear women’s clothes, but what about us women?" Che Xuexiang asked nervously, visibly uneasy.

Zhang Man took a pair of scissors out of her pocket, made two "snip-snip" gestures, and said, "My suggestion is that we both cut our hair and dress up as men with buzz cuts."

"Okay." Che Xuexiang nodded.

Soon, the two of them helped each other cut off their shoulder-length hair, leaving very short roots, almost shaving it to the scalp.

Lian Jinsun also shared the clue he had found today. Wang Zhongli’s death occurred in the suburbs in the north of the city, an area poorly managed and filled with chaos, where many migrant workers and unemployed people gathered back then, and there were plenty of thugs and ruffians too.

According to their investigation, Wang Zhongli had been hit by a dump truck late at night. The driver had fled the scene. Afterwards, the body had been run over multiple times by passing vehicles, and by the time it was discovered, it had been beyond recognition.

The hit-and-run driver was later caught, and according to him, Wang Zhongli had darted out from the side of the road unexpectedly, and he had no time to react.

"What later happened to the driver responsible for the accident?" Yang Xiao was particularly concerned about this issue.

"Nothing major. He is still alive and well. He was incarcerated for a few years, but now he has been released. We even found out where the driver lives." Lian Jinsun pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket, unfolded it, and on it was recorded a place name.

Presently, the clues needing further investigation were almost all concentrated with Yang Xiao. Everyone agreed that the next day, Yang Xiao would follow up Wang Zhongli’s experience at the college, while Lian Jinsun would look for the driver responsible for the accident and also visit Wang Zhongli’s former residence.

It was getting late, so everyone dispersed. Yang Xiao, accompanied by Monk Wukong, headed straight for a clothes shop on the street and immediately asked for two blue skirts.

"For girls of what age, and what style does she like?" the shop owner, a woman in her forties, approached with a swaying waist, a smile on her face. After all, both Yang Xiao and Monk Wukong had good looks that were pleasing to the eyes.

"I need blue dresses, long ones that go past the knees." Yang Xiao, while looking at the dresses hanging on the wall, recalled Wang Zhongli’s appearance from the photos in his mind.

"This one, and this one, what do you think?" the slightly chubby shop owner asked, pointing with the clothes hanger in her hand, "What size do you need?" fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

"What size do you think would fit both of us?" Yang Xiao asked casually.

The shop owner was momentarily stunned, then burst out laughing. "Handsome boy, I’m only young-looking, stop kidding~"

Yang Xiao frowned. "Who’s kidding with you? Just hurry up and find one for each of us. Oh, and do you have any stockings?"

minutes later, Yang Xiao stood in front of the mirror wearing a blue dress, repeatedly scrutinizing himself, occasionally lifting the hem of the skirt and twirling around. Beside him stood Monk Wukong, also dressed in a blue skirt.

The shop owner sat on a small stool behind the door, having already closed the shop. Her expression was blank, her face filled with disillusionment.

"Alright, let’s go with this one." After repeated scrutiny, Yang Xiao tip-toed lifting the skirt’s hem, a satisfied smile appearing on his face though the waist was a bit tight, "I’ll take the dress, and you can throw in the stockings for free."

As the two prepared to leave, the shop owner quickly got up. "I can give it away, but you have to... first take off the dresses so I can pack them properly for you."

The shop owner’s bottom line was that she absolutely would not allow these two men to walk out of her shop wearing dresses. They might not care about their own reputation, but she cared about hers. If other nearby merchants saw this, they wouldn’t stop making fun of her for a whole year.

This would make the customers think she was also a freak, completely ruining the good reputation she had worked hard to build over the years.

Relieved to have finally sent off these two eccentric customers, the shop owner breathed a sigh of relief. Her first action was to worry that they might change their minds and come back, so she immediately shut the door and pulled down the exterior iron gate. Then, she collapsed on the sofa, grabbed the phone, and called her old girlfriend to vent about her day’s ordeal. ƒгeewebnovёl.com

The shop owner was wise, for hardly five minutes after Yang Xiao and his companion had left, they came back, as Monk Wukong had remembered they still needed to buy high heels.

However, finding the shop door closed, Monk Wukong brought his hands together and murmured, "Amitabha, Master Chu, you frightened the shopkeeper."

Yang Xiao almost laughed, "I say, Monk Wukong, how do you know it was me who scared the shopkeeper and not you?"

"The poor monk looks better in a skirt than Master does," Monk Wukong replied earnestly, a slight bow in his posture.

Not wanting to further argue with the monk, Yang Xiao took him to buy high heels. They walked several stores, faced many disapproving stares, and even encountered a shop owner who thought they were making trouble and rushed out of the warehouse with a hammer.

However, the outcome was good as they finally found size 43 red high heels for Monk Wukong, and Yang Xiao also found the style he liked.

Having reached the entrance of their residential area, it was time for them to part ways for the night. It was Yang Xiao’s turn to keep vigil at the haunted house, "Monk Wukong, it’s my turn tonight. Send me off with some auspicious Buddhist blessings," Yang Xiao said with a smile, looking at Monk Wukong.

"Master Chu, the blessed by heaven, will surely be safe and sound," Monk Wukong declared, hands pressed together. "Tomorrow morning here, this poor monk awaits Master’s treat for buns."