At this time, she had a ferocious look on her face, and her eyes seemed to be filled with resentment.
Although I was a little scared, I still said, "Why is it you?"
But she didn't answer me at all.
The next second, she grabbed my neck and said she was going to strangle me to death.
Her voice was crazy.
I struggled.
But she was too strong.
In the end, when I thought I was going to be strangled to death by her, I opened my eyes.
At this time, the sky lit up slightly and I broke out in a cold sweat.
Grandma, she actually had a nightmare, and she dreamed of the boss’s wife.
Damn it, I wiped the beads of cold sweat from my forehead.
I got out of bed.
This dream was a bit strange.
I have only met Boss Huang’s wife twice.
How could I dream about her?
It’s really a ghost.
I took out my phone and looked at the time.
It was already seven in the morning, and there was a reminder of unread text messages on my phone.
When I saw it was from Zhang Xun, I hurriedly opened it and took a look.
The content of Zhang Xun's text message was probably that the ashes have not been found yet, so be careful.
I replied and asked, how is the situation over there?
Is it true that the urn cannot be found?
After I replied to the text message, I subconsciously stuffed my phone into my pants pocket, but this time.
The text message was quickly answered, but this time it was a picture with the words 1983 written on it.
In fact, I have always been curious about what these four numbers mean.
Now that I saw Zhang Xun sent these four numbers, I felt inexplicably excited.
So I quickly asked, have you discovered the secret of these four numbers?
But there was no reply from Zhang Xun.
I waited for a long time, but there was still no reply.
I sighed, not knowing the answer, and I always felt itchy in my heart.
After I went out, I saw that the blood in the blood bowl in the living room was gone, and the three sticks of incense were inexplicably burned to ashes.
I asked afterwards if Gao Ling ordered it, and Gao Ling said no.
Because he had to go to Boss Huang's house to collect the money tonight, Gao Ling also got up very early.
He said he was too excited to sleep.
Damn, it’s true, that’s a lot of money.
I can't sleep either I waited until the afternoon and didn't see Zhang Xun reply to my text message, but I received a call from Fu Yan.
Fu Yan said on the phone, there are traces of the murderer, let me go there.
I said yes, nothing would happen in the afternoon, so Gao Ling went to the police station with me.
After seeing Fu Yan, Fu Yan told me that the suspect's name was Li Sheng, a Hunanese who used to work in a funeral parlor. .
I have told Fu Yan about this before, but Fu Yan's tone quickly changed, but the strange thing is that he joined the company in 1960.
In other words, he has been employed for 20 years, and based on his age, he should be in his fifties now.
But judging from the surveillance video, he looked to be in his mid-twenties or five-years-old at most.
Fu Yan was right about this.
People like them who have worked in the police station for a long time must have their own way of looking at people.
And in fact.
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Brother Li once told me that he was only twenty-five years old.
But he actually joined the company in 1960.
Seeing that I was a little surprised, Fu Yan said, "This information is quite old, so it may be wrong."
I hummed.
Fu Yan then said to me.
I also have a list here, come and take a look.
I came up and took a look, but after just one look, I was shocked.
Here is a list of funeral home staff.
The photos above are all in black and white.
Fu Yan said that this list is quite old, and people from the civil affairs department said that they are all the first batch of people to join the job.
I was a little excited because I couldn't see some information when we went to the civil affairs department.
But Fu Yan is a police officer and it is much easier for the police to check the information than it is for me.
The reason why I was shocked is because the first photo above is actually Zhang Xun Zhang Xun's information was simply written on it.
There were not many people, only four or five, followed by Fatty Zhang and Brother Li.
I was shocked, and there was quite a stir in my heart.
But when I turned the page, I saw that there were no photos, and the information part was "painted over".
Fu Yan said to me, this information is quite old, and it is normal to have some gaps.
Look at who there is on it and can you contact me.
In fact, I'm also curious.
Logically speaking, Fu Yan has investigated to this point, but he still doesn't know that the person in the funeral home is dead.
It seems that the secrets of the funeral home are very tight, and no news has been leaked at all.
There must be someone behind this funeral parlor, I thought, and casually placed my hand on a photo.
Fu Yan said, "You must not be able to contact him.
In 1983, there was a small fire in the funeral home and he was burned to death.
The people from the civil affairs department said that."
What Fu Yan said woke me up.
I immediately looked at the photo and saw my hand on Zhang Xun's photo.
I said: "Is it him?"
Fu Yan said, it’s him Damn it, Gao Ling is also with me at this time.
Just as he was about to speak, I kicked Gao Ling's feet and said to Gao Ling, "Go get me a glass of water."
Gao Ling's eyes widened.
Because Gao Ling once met Zhang Xun, I'm afraid Gao Ling will spill the beans, but he won't be so evil, right?
Zhang Xun died in 1983 At this time, my heartbeat was racing and I was inexplicably nervous.
I broke out in a cold sweat on my palms.
Could it be that the people I saw in those days were not living people, but dead people?
Gao Ling was also a smart man.
After pouring me a glass of water, he said nothing.
I said to Fu Yan: "Is he really dead?"
Fu Yan said: "Generally speaking, it's not wrong.
It was told by an old employee of the funeral home who was transferred to the civil affairs department.
I heard that he committed suicide."
I was stunned, and Fu Yan said to me: "You know him?"
I shook my head and said, I don’t know.
Fu Yan said, the people here are all employed.
Can anyone contact me?
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I shook my head and said no.
I have only been employed for more than half a month, and I don’t know the people there very well.
After I finished speaking, Fu Yan felt a little disappointed.
He said: "Well, it seems that I can only investigate on my own.
The contact information above has expired."
I said to Fu Yan, thank you for your hard work.
In fact, I am pretending to be calm now.
My heart was so excited that I was going to explode.
At the same time, I felt chills in my heart, and a chill ran down my spine.
I have goosebumps all over my hands.
It’s really scary to think about it.
When leaving the police station, Fu Yan said to me, keep the phone open.
I said yes.
After Gao Ling and I left, we just got in the car.
Gao Ling said: "How is it possible?
That photo just now was not your friend.
How could he be dead?"
I'll let Gao Ling drive and talk about it later.
As soon as Gao Ling stepped on the accelerator, my heart was also filled with ups and downs.
How could Zhang Xun die in 1983?
What does the number sent to me this morning mean?
I originally wanted to take out my phone and read the text message again, but just then my phone rang, and the caller ID showed the word "Zhang Xun".
I immediately answered the phone, but it was hard for Gao Ling to ask directly or say anything when he was next to me.
So I said very carefully: "What's the matter?"
Zhang Xun said over there: "I found out some secrets about the funeral parlor."
The secret of the funeral home is that Fatty Zhang and Brother Li died mysteriously and were resurrected mysteriously.
Because it was getting late, Gao Ling drove directly towards Boss Huang's high-end community.
I asked Zhang Xun, "What secret did you discover?"
I suppressed my nervousness and curiosity.
Damn it, I really want to ask, did you die in 1983?
Are you dead or alive?
It's just that Gao Ling is here, so it's really not convenient for me to ask.
After Zhang Xun was silent, he said: "The secret is the four numbers of 1983.
Haven't you always asked me before?"
I said to Zhang Xun, just tell me.
Zhang Xun said at this moment: "I heard something was wrong with your tone.
Did something happen to you over there?"
I really couldn't suppress my desire to know the secret, so I said to Gao Ling, "You park the car first, and I'll buy a pack of cigarettes."
After Gaoling parked the car, I hurriedly got out of the car and walked away.
Finally, I couldn't wait to say, "I also discovered the secret of 1983."
He said, what did you find?
I said: "In 1983, there was a small fire in the funeral home, and a man named Zhang Xun was burned to death."
My words fell behind and my heart almost jumped out of my chest.
I waited for the answer, but there was silence for a long time: