At the far end of the cemetery, at the very end of the courtyard, there stood a rge door, tightly shut. The door was covered in thick yers of dust, and its weathered color gave it an eerie, mysterious feel.

  "No one has ever gone through this door." Jin San asked, staring at it.

  "No, no one has ever found the way to open it," Mei Ying′er replied, her voice tinged with a sense of frustration.

  Jin San furrowed his brow and pced his hand on the door, pushing it gently. Five distinct handprints appeared clearly on the surface, but the door remained unmoving. Jin San realized why no one had been able to enter—it wasn′t an ordinary door but a sturdy, copper-made gate, impervious to any force. He understood that no one had ever tried to destroy it because no one knew what y behind the door. However, it seemed everyone was intensely curious about what was hidden behind it.

  "We've tried every possible method, but we just can't open it," the Benefactor said, handing the drum to Jin San. At the same time, the antique shop owner handed him the drumstick.

  "I remember my mother mentioning that this drum has some kind of use." Jin San tilted his head, concentrating hard to recall.

  No one spoke, as they all refrained from interrupting him. They were all hoping that Jin San would quickly remember the answer.

  "I..." Jin San continued to strain his memory, but the images in his mind were fleeting, like sparks that vanished in an instant. Holding the two objects, he crouched down. He knew that everyone was pcing their hopes on him, and he was determined to fulfill their expectations.

  "Ah!" The waiter suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, then clutched his stomach and colpsed to the ground. Following him, the old man from the wonton stand, the tailor shop owner, the Benefactor... everyone from the Chánchú City fell one by one, including Mei Ying'er. Only Jin San remained standing, unmoving, in his spot.

  "You... what's happening to you all?" Jin San said, his voice filled with confusion and panic as he looked around at the fallen people.

  "Poison... there's poison..." the waiter groaned weakly.

  "Poison?" Jin San touched his neck and then his stomach, relieved as he realized he felt fine. "I'm... I'm fine; I haven't been poisoned."

  "Who... poisoned us?" Wu Lao Qi groaned in pain.

  "It... it must have been 'Chánchú'..." the waiter gasped, forcing out a few words through his pain.

  "Chánchú ..." The old man from the wonton stand finally closed his eyes. Jin San rushed over, desperately spping his face and shouting, "Old man! Old man! Hang in there! You can't die!"

  "Stop calling. He's already dead," the Benefactor said, ughing. But Jin San could tell that it was a ugh filled with despair.

  Jin San felt a deep sadness, one he had never experienced before. These people weren′t his family. They were the ones who had once disguised themselves as ghosts to scare him. They were the ones who had nearly driven him to madness. They were the ones who had only used him to find whatever it was they were looking for. And yet, Jin San felt pain. He knew they were all going to die. He had promised to help them fulfill their wishes, but...

  Without realizing it, tears began to flow from his eyes.

  "You... don't pretend to be sympathetic, pretending to care," the waiter, with great effort, gred at Jin San. "You are... you are the real 'Chánchú'!"

  Jin San was stunned. He didn′t know what "Chánchú" meant in this context. He shook his head desperately, trying to expin, "What 'Chánchú'? I'm not, I really am not! I don′t even know who this 'Chánchú' is!"

  "Stop pretending..." The waiter, enduring the pain in his abdomen, managed to stand up. "You killed Boss Mo... and those four... those four friends. It′s all you pretending to be a god... The pattern on those shoes... it′s the symbol of your identity."

  "I'm not, I'm really not!" Jin San stood up, shouting in fear. He didn′t know who the frog was, but he knew it couldn′t be anything good.

  "Jin San, just leave..." Mei Ying'er said softly.

  "What are you saying? He′s `Chánchú'we've been looking for!" The waiter shouted in desperation.

  "It doesn′t matter who he is; we′re all going to die. None of us will survive. His staying here is meaningless." Mei Ying'er coughed, a small amount of blood spilling from her mouth.

  "But you all..." Jin San didn't know what to do. He looked at everyone on the ground, feeling confused.

  "You promised you would help us fulfill our wish... Do you keep your word?" Mei Ying'er suddenly asked.

  "Yes! I will definitely do it!" Jin San bit his lip and answered firmly.

  "That's good... You can leave now." Mei Ying'er smiled with satisfaction, though blood still flowed from her mouth.

  Jin San took one st look at everyone, then made a gesture. He bowed deeply to all of them before turning and leaving as fast as he could.

  "He's gone... Jin San has left... We should go too," the benefactor murmured softly.

  "No, we need to hold on a little longer." Mei Ying'er suddenly let out a cold ugh.

  "The real 'Chánchú '... should reveal itself now... Let us die knowing the truth."