Mrs.
Wan became calmer after she woke up.
We went with the police to the station where Mr.
Wan worked.
The police retrieved the surveillance video, and the surveillance did not show any abnormalities.
As a railway construction engineer, Mr.
Wan had his own rest room in the station engineering department.
The police searched his lounge again but found nothing.
Station staff told the police that Mr.
Wan was acting as usual before committing suicide.
The accident probably happened after the lunch break, because they had not seen Mr.
Wan since the lunch break.
The staff also gave the answer to the reason why Mr.
Wan appeared in the tunnel.
As the chief engineer of this section, Mr.
Wan is responsible for the maintenance and upkeep of the railway on this section.
It is his must to inspect the railway every day.
After the lunch break, the staff did not see Mr.
Wan come to work, and there was no one in the break room, and the phone could not be connected.
Because there were many matters waiting for him to make decisions, the staff looked for Mr.
Wan everywhere.
Finally, they thought that Mr.
Wan might have gone to inspect the railway, so they searched along the railway.
They found that Mr.
Wan was dead in the tunnel, and then they called the police and notified Mrs.
Wan.
While we were listening to the staff report with the Thai police, a policeman came in and said he had found the source of the machete.
He brought along a hawker who sells sugar cane at the station.
According to him, a tall man came to buy a machete from him at noon.
The machete was the tool he used to cut sugar cane.
Naturally, he didn’t want to sell it, but The man said he was a railway engineer.
Because he wanted to buy his knife because of work needs, and he paid a high price, the hawker did not dare to offend the people from the railway bureau, so he had to sell the knife to this man.
The police took out the photo for him to identify, and the hawker recognized the photo almost at a glance.
Mr.
Wan here is the one who bought the machete.
This made me wonder, Mr.
Wan was going to buy a machete, so I interrupted and asked the vendor if there was anything special about Mr.
Wan at that time.
The vendor said that Mr.
Wan was very aggressive at that time, yelling loudly, and seemed to be very irritable.
Mrs.
Wan shook her head in disbelief and murmured that this was impossible.
Lao Wan usually had a very soft personality and the vendor did not seem to be the same person at all.
However, the vendor recognized the photo at a glance, leaving her speechless.
In the afternoon, we accompanied Mrs.
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Wan to the police station to assist in the investigation.
At the same time, the test results of the machete came out.
Apart from the fingerprints of the hawker, there were only Mr.
Wan’s fingerprints on it.
The hawker had been outside the station all day, and also There were other vendors who served as time witnesses and the suspicion was ruled out.
The cause of Mr.
Wan's death was seppuku and there was nothing suspicious about it.
Therefore, the case was completely classified as a suicide.
Mrs.
Wan and we received the body as family friends.
Mrs.
Wan cried non-stop after coming out of the police station.
She did not believe that Mr.
Wan would commit suicide at all.
Not to mention that she didn't believe it.
Even within a few days of knowing Mr.
Wan, we felt that he would not commit suicide.
However, the police have already determined the nature of the matter.
It is impossible to expect them to investigate, and there are some things that they cannot investigate at all.
Mrs.
Wan didn't have many friends in the local area.
She was a woman in a foreign country and was alone in this kind of situation.
Naturally, we had to help.
We rushed to call her a corpse truck and sent the body back to the town.
After returning to the town, we helped arrange the funeral hall, and notified Mr.
Wan’s family members in China to come to Thailand for the funeral.
After everything was settled, I inspected Mr.
Wan’s body.
Normally, bodies killed by evil spirits will leave special scars, which are similar to corpse spots.
However, these scars are invisible to the naked eye and require special methods to see them.
I took out the water bowl from the ritual bag and fetched water, then chanted a mantra to turn the water into pure water, then dipped my fingers in the pure water, surrounded Mr.
Wan’s body, and flicked the water on him.
After a while, Mr.
Wan's body showed changes, with a large number of blue and black scars appearing on his body.
The scar appeared for a while and then faded quickly.
This scene made Mrs.
Wan open her mouth in surprise and asked me what was going on.
I had no choice but to tell Mrs.
Wan the truth.
I said, "Mrs.
Wan, you are right.
Mr.
Wan did not commit suicide.
He was killed by evil things.
These black spots are the residual evil energy in his body." ” "Master, what on earth do you mean?"
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Mrs.
Wan was stunned and a little unresponsive.
"He was killed by ghosts," Wang Weijun said.
When Mrs.
Wan heard this, she was completely stunned.
She sat there slumped and trembled.
"Don't worry, Mrs.
Wan, this evil thing is not here.
According to my guess, Mr.
Wan was not directly entangled by the evil, but was infected and bewitched by this force to commit suicide."
I comforted.
Mr.
Wan’s state is very similar to that of Xu Wenjuan, a female high school student from Jiangnan we have dealt with.
If this is the case, then we need to find out where Mr.
Wan has been and what he has been exposed to.
Mrs.
Wan came back to her senses and hurriedly kowtowed to us on the ground.
She choked and said: "Master, since you are experts, I want to ask you to seek justice for Lao Wan.
I don't want him to die in an unknown way and live in peace.
This funeral ceremony We have to trouble a few masters to do the ritual."
I quickly helped Mrs.
Wan and said, "That's natural.
Although Mr.
Wan and I haven't known each other for a long time, we can be considered friends.
We are all Chinese, so I will definitely help."
Mrs.
Wan kept thanking us, and then she cried on Mr.
Wan’s body.
When we came outside, Wang Weijun asked: "Old Fang, how do you plan to handle this matter?"
"Now we have to figure out how Mr.
Wan was targeted by that evil spirit."
I said solemnly.
"Didn't we find something evil in the tunnel?
Why don't we go to the tunnel and get rid of it?"
Wang Weijun said in surprise.
"Without knowing what type of evil spirit it is, this is too simple and crude.
Not to mention the risks, it still cannot solve why Mr.
Wan died.
We need to get the answer and minimize the risks."
I shook my head. explain.
"There is a reason why Mr.
Wan was targeted.
The staff at the station said that Mr.
Wan inspects the railway every day, and that tunnel is a must-pass route.
Why has nothing happened for so many years, but something happened today?
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And Mr.
Wan is not the only one responsible for inspections.
One person, and there are other people on shift,” Tony said.
"From what the staff said, the accident happened after lunch break, which means that this period of time is very suspicious.
I want to start the investigation from this period."
I paused and said, "Lao Wang, you stay and help Wan Wan While the wife was taking care of the funeral, Tony and I went to the station lounge to search carefully.
The police's search was too sloppy.
Moreover, I had to bring Mr.
Wan's soul back at night, and his soul was still in the tunnel."
In this way, Tony and I went to the station again.
The staff knew that we were friends of Mr.
Wan and were very cooperative.
They told us more details.
The last time they saw Mr.
Wan was in the cafeteria.
Mr.
Wan returned to the lounge after eating in the canteen, and they have not seen each other since.
We came to Mr.
Wan's lounge.
The lounge was very small, with only a bed and a desk.
There were many drawings spread out on the desk.
I checked everything on my desk, but they were all Mr.
Wan’s work-related things.
There was nothing special.
But just when I was about to give up, Tony found something strange under Mr.
Wan’s bedside mat. .
I took it and looked at it.
This thing has nothing to do with Mr.
Fang's work.
It is a unique bronze medal, shaped like a flower.
The center of the flower is a small mirror the size of a fingernail, and there are sixteen symmetrically arranged red beads on the surrounding petals.
This medal looks very old, the copper paint is peeling off.
"What medal is this?"
Tony asked.
I shook my head.
Suddenly, there was a chill in the medal, and my palms became cold almost instantly.
I threw it away as if it was a reflex.
"Brother Fang, what's wrong?"
Tony asked curiously when he saw my reaction.
"This is a sinister thing, a dead person's thing.
This medal has evil qualities.
I probably know what happened to Mr.
Wan."
I gasped.
In all likelihood, this medal was worn by a dead person for a long time before he was alive, so it was infected with that person's aura, and over time it became spiritual.
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Just like the doll I mentioned earlier, Mr.
Wan used such an evil thing to Put it on the bedside and sleep on it during lunch break.
Unknowingly, you are infected with the spiritual spirit on it, so you are tempted to commit suicide.
The owner of this medal must have died a violent death I told Tony this principle, and Tony said in confusion: "Where did Mr.
Wan get this thing?
As far as I know, the Railway Administration of Thailand does not have the habit of awarding medals, and if it is a medal belonging to Mr.
Wan, then he must I will cherish it very much, how could I just leave it on the bedside like this?"
What Tony said makes sense.
Judging from the age of this medal, it is estimated that it does not belong to Mr.
Wan.
To make sure, we also asked the staff specifically.
They said the same thing as Tony, the Railway Administration of Thailand has no habit of awarding medals at all.
Medals come from many sources, including commemorative medals, military medals, and special contribution medals.
There is no unified standard, and there are no words or special marks on this medal.
I am not sure what type it is, and I don’t know where Mr.
Wan came from.
I wrapped the medal in talisman paper and put it in my bag.
After thinking for a long time, I finally came up with an excellent way.
So Tony was asked to find an Internet cafe.
Tony was puzzled and asked me why I was looking for an Internet cafe.
I said that I wanted to help domestic netizens.
Domestic netizens are powerful and talented.
As long as I post a photo of this medal online, no matter how unpopular the medal is, someone will definitely know about it.
After Tony heard what I said, he quickly went to find an Internet cafe.
Soon we found an Internet cafe.
I took a photo of the medal and posted it on a famous domestic forum.
I asked for advice on what type of medal it was and waited online.
The results came out in about ten minutes, which shocked Tony and lamented the power of Chinese netizens.
When I saw a comment from a netizen pointing out what type of medal this medal was, the image of Mr.
Wan committing suicide suddenly flashed through my mind, and I immediately understood the identity of this evil yin: