Diao Fanshou got out of the car, reached out and opened the lock on the black wrought iron door, and then pushed the door open.
Diao Fanshou drove the car into the deserted yard of Xingyang Funeral Home and stopped.
Wang Ling and Ye Qianfan were not in a hurry to get out of the car, but were calmly observing the movements around them.
It was pitch black all around, with no light at all.
Wang Ling tried hard to imagine the scene when he came here to investigate during the day.
Why didn't he find this place so eerie and terrifying during the day?
"Oh, it's time to get off the car."
Wang Ling reminded Ye Qianfan.
"Uh-huh" Ye Qianfan came to his senses for a moment and touched the car door for a long time before opening it.
Wang Ling pushed her and got out of the car with him.
Wang Ling and Ye Qianfan took two steps forward and lined up with Diao Fanshou in front of the hearse.
Just then, a light came on in a small window in the house in front of the funeral home.
"Get up."
Diao Fanshou said.
Ye Qianfan seemed to be very frightened.
He leaned close to Wang Ling, holding his arm and trembling all over.
"I told you not to come, let's have fun this time," Wang Ling leaned his mouth on Ye Qianfan's shoulder and said softly.
"Don't make fun of me here, it will scare people to death."
Ye Qianfan warned in advance.
Wang Ling could feel that Ye Qianfan was indeed very scared.
He patted Ye Qianfan's hand gently and said, "Don't worry, I'm here."
"Who is where?"
Old Man Zhang, who was in charge of the funeral parlor, clicked, turned on the light at the gate and stood at the door and asked.
"It's me, Diao Fanshou."
Diao Fanshou responded.
"Oh, Old Diao."
Old Man Zhang said, "It's so late and you're here to kill someone again."
"No."
Diao Fanshou chuckled, "This time there are two alive."
"You really know how to joke."
Old Man Zhang said in a lifeless and lifeless voice, "I only want dead people here, not live ones."
"You old man."
Diao Fanshou smiled again, "This time I'm not giving it to you, but coming to find you."
Diao Fanshou joked with Lao Zhangtou and walked forward.
Wang Ling and Ye Qianfan also walked over.
After walking in, Old Man Zhang suddenly said: "Oh, it's you again, young policeman, didn't you just come here during the day?"
"Yes."
Wang Ling said, "But when we came during the day, some of the investigations were not in-depth enough.
I want to take a look at the cremation information again."
"Hey."
Old Man Zhang looked unhappy, "You said you policemen are really serious.
You are here in the middle of the night, so you are not afraid of bumping into people here."
When Old Man Zhang said this, he did not forget to glance in the direction of the morgue on the west side.
Although Wang Ling doesn't come to this kind of place often, it's not his first time here.
He has seen hundreds of ghosts, let alone such a few ghosts.
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Especially in front of Ye Qianfan, Wang Ling would not show any cowardice, and just smiled easily: "Uncle Zhang, human life is at stake if you are right.
In order to solve a murder case, our police sometimes have to work hard all day and night to solve the case, so , please be patient."
"Well, it's your hard work."
Old Man Zhang muttered with a straight face, "Tell me, what else do you want to see?"
Wang Lingdao made it clear that he wanted to check the registration records and cremation procedures of people cremated in the funeral home in recent years.
"Then come."
Old man Zhang said a word and led the way.
Diao Fanshou followed.
Wang Ling was still thinking about the pig ghost he met on the road.
When he was about to enter the house, he didn't forget to look back at the yard.
This sight made Wang Ling startled.
Xing Chixin's ghost was standing there at the gate, staring at him.
Ye Qianfan followed and looked at the gate, and asked softly: "Aling, what are you looking at?"
"Uh, it's nothing."
Wang Ling responded hurriedly, "Let's go."
The funeral parlor here was very irregular, so Old Man Zhang took him to a small house.
Opposite the door in the room is a wooden sofa.
In front of the sofa is a glass dining table.
Diagonally opposite, under the gray wall, is a worn-out TV cabinet.
There is a seventeen-inch TV set on the cabinet.
The TV was turned on, and Wang Ling thought it might be broken.
Otherwise, the yin energy here is so strong, I'm afraid the signal won't be very good.
There is a door on the south wall with a small blue floral curtain hanging on it.
The curtain was very old.
Wang Ling guessed that it was at least more than ten years old.
The curtain could only cover the upper part, leaving the lower half exposed.
Through the gap on one side of the curtain, Wang Ling could see a bed inside.
Wang Ling thought this should be the place where Lao Zhangtou slept.
During the day, Lao Zhangtou received them in the large living room outside.
There is a table there, where Lao Zhangtou works.
During the day, I came to check the procedures for cremating people in the past ten days.
Lao Zhangtou took out all the cremation procedures from the table drawer outside.
Presumably the procedures for cremating corpses from previous months and years should be stored in the two rooms where Lao Zhangtou lived.
Sure enough, Lao Zhangtou dug through the two drawers under the TV cabinet for a long time before taking out five or six stacks of receipts.
"Here, look, these are the cremation documents for the past four or five years."
Old Zhangtou said, "There are thousands of them at least."
"No matter how much, I'm not afraid."
Wang Ling said, "Thank you very much."
Diao Fanshou followed Lao Zhangtou to the inner room to rest, while Wang Ling and Ye Qianfan worked on the dining table outside.
As an hour passed, neither Wang Ling nor Ye Qianfan found anything suspicious.
"There are so many orders here, I think it will be difficult for us to find anything at the moment," Ye Qianfan asked.
Wang Ling watched and thought about how to break through.
Just when he felt that he had no clue, Qian Yinxiang reminded: "Hey, brother, I think you should ask ghosts for help."
"Ask the ghost for help."
Wang Ling was startled, but this reminded him.
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But how can he find Xing Chixin?
Soon, Wang Ling found a way to release the little ghost Feng Xiaoqiang.
Sure enough, within a few minutes, the little ghost Feng Xiaoqiang brought Xing Chixin's ghost to him.
Wang Ling stared at Xing Chixin's ghost and pouted at the list in front of the table: "It's up to you."
Ye Qianfan stared at his round eyes and asked secretly: "He is here" Wang Ling nodded, not forgetting to glance secretly at Diao Fanshou and Old Man Zhang who were resting inside.
Soon, Xing Chixin's ghost bent down and pulled out one of the many lists.
In front of Ye Qianfan, the list actually floated up on its own.
"Ah, this, this" Ye Qianfan covered her mouth tightly with both hands to prevent herself from screaming.
Wang Ling naturally saw clearly that it was Xing Chixin's ghost who picked up the list.
Wang Ling took the order and looked at it carefully.
It was the cremation order of an old man named "Ding An".
The cremation time written on the order was March 2014.
"Ding'an, Ding'an, Ding'an" Wang Ling thought for a moment and suddenly became excited: