Three people and one ghost solved 43 mysterious cases.

Late one night in early November, Song Zhize was running on a mountain.

The leather shoes, trousers, and clothes on my feet were all from famous brands, but now my shoes were covered in mud, and my clothes and trousers were all rotten.

He was carrying a shoulder bag, which contained 30 gold bars, weighing 15 kilograms, worth 150 million.

Now if a piece of bread is placed in front of him, he will buy it for 1 yuan.

A few days ago, he was the chief engineer of a prestigious construction company, driving a luxury car, earning a high salary, and everyone around him respected him.

But with the collapse of the Jishan Bridge, everything changed.

Four years ago, K City decided to build a 4-kilometer cross-river bridge connecting the north and south districts with an investment of 1 billion and positioned it as a landmark building in the city.

Song Zhize is the general manager and chief engineer of the bridge contractor.

But during the construction of the bridge, he accepted the benefits from Mr. Zhao. Mr. Zhao is the son of an official.

Song Zhize was able to transform from a designer who drew pictures to the general manager and chief engineer of a construction company, all thanks to Mr. Zhao's help behind the scenes.

Mr. Zhao specified that he would use materials from several building materials companies. Mr. Zhao said, "Fair bidding. We will pay less than others, so it's okay."

Song Zhize had to agree, but less would mean stealing a little in the choice of materials.

Four years later, the Jishan Bridge was completed, but just half a month before it was officially opened to traffic, a minor earthquake suddenly occurred in K City.

The epicenter of the earthquake was at sea, and K City was just an aftershock, which only lasted about 1 minute, and there were no casualties.

It just caused the bridge to collapse.

After the incident, Mr. Zhao sent someone to take Song Zhize into a black business car as soon as possible.

In the car, the man gave him a satchel, and in the satchel were these 30 gold bars.

"This is the cost of running away. You hide first."

When something like this happened, Song Zhize had no choice but to run away. Although the boss behind the incident was Mr. Zhao, it was obvious that Mr. Zhao decided to let Song Zhize take the blame.

"Don't worry, as long as Mr. Zhao is here, nothing will happen to you, and your son and wife can live a good life."

In the business car, the person sent by Mr. Zhao said.

Of course Song Zhize understood that there was something behind this, which meant that if you confessed this matter to Mr. Zhao, your family would not be able to survive.

The man drove the car to the mountain and said, "You hide in this mountain for a few days. Walk to the middle of the mountain. There is a cave inside. I put some food. I will arrange a boat to take you to Baxi Country as soon as possible."

The man promised that he would send Song Zhize out of K City safely and wait until he arrived in Basi Country. A sum of 3000 million hush money divided into two, 1500 million, can allow Song Zhize to live happily in Baxi Country.

The other 1500 million will be safely given to his family many times and over many months.

This was the only thing to do, Song Zhize thought, if he was caught, he would go to jail no matter what, but the conditions offered by this person now were the best results.

So Song Zhize hid on this mountain. He hid in a cave that he had agreed on in advance. It was very secret and there was food in the cave.

In the first few days, he ate bread and drank water to satisfy his hunger.

But on the 7th day, all the food was eaten, and Song Zhize could only run out of the cave, pick some wild fruits and eat them randomly to satisfy his hunger. There were many bugs in the cave, and Song Zhize broke out in rashes all over his body.

He couldn't contact the outside world, but he realized that something was wrong. Why didn't Mr. Zhao have someone come to the mountain to find him and take him away?

Song Zhize secretly walked out of the cave at night and saw several cars parked at the foot of the mountain with flickering lights.

Could it be a police car?

It's over, Song Zhize thought, maybe even Mr. Zhao has been controlled by the police. Mr. Zhao also revealed his hiding place.

The police will be looking for him soon. There is no choice but to escape.

Song Zhize left the cave. Late at night, he walked through the woods and ran in the mountains, confused and not knowing where to escape.

Can't be caught, can't be caught, he quickened his pace.

Suddenly there was a "click" sound,

He felt a sharp pain in his leg. When he lowered his head, he saw that it was a trap. His left leg was stuck in the serrations of the trap.

It hurts, it hurts like hell.

His mother forced herself to the ground and crawled on the ground with blood flowing all the way until she climbed to the foot of a tree. She leaned against the tree and listened to the rustling of the leaves as the wind blew through them.

It's over, I'm dead.

Song Zhize was so painful that he passed out...

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Two hours later, four o'clock in the morning.

There is a village in the middle of the mountain. In the village's ancestral hall, some red silks are hung in the yard, and there are more than a dozen round tables and plastic chairs.

Red wedding candies and gift cakes are placed on the table.

A villager was sitting on a chair smoking.

Then another villager came in, carrying a pile of white silk in his hand.

Two villagers talk.

The villager who just walked in said, "Why haven't these things been taken down? I bought all the white silk and satin. Please help me hang them up."

The villager sitting on the chair took a puff of cigarette and said, "I think, this is 88 years old, so it must be a celebration of death."

"Hey, who would have thought of it, but this death is too sudden, it can't be considered a happy event, right?"

These two villagers are relatives of an old man named Chen Gushan.

It turned out that yesterday was Chen Gushan's 88th birthday, and more than 100 people were invited. The banquet was held in the village, a chef was invited, and all the dishes were bought.

But who would have thought that at 4 o'clock yesterday morning, Chen Gushan ran to do morning exercises.

Although he is 88 years old, he is still in good health. He gets up early every day and has the habit of doing morning exercises.

Chen Gushan went to a wooden bridge alone. It was an old bridge in the village, which was convenient for villagers to pass. The handrails were very low.

Chen Gushan accidentally fell off the bridge and into the river during morning exercises.

The body floated up and was discovered by villagers passing by in the morning. The villagers hurriedly called the police.

After investigating the scene and picking up Chen Gushan's body for examination, the police found that Chen Gushan did not have any injuries on his body and the cause of death was drowning.

This was an accident.

During morning exercises, Chen Gushan accidentally fell into the river because the wooden planks on the bridge were slippery. It was four o'clock in the morning and there was no one around.

Chen Gushan was old. He struggled a few times, lost his strength, choked on some water, and then died.

So what was originally a red event to celebrate birthdays turned into nothing.

A dozen of Chen Gushan's relatives and children discussed that since a person is dead, he cannot be changed.

Invitations to celebrate birthdays were also sent out, relatives and friends were invited, and chefs and dishes were bought.

We might as well delay it for two days and reschedule the banquet originally scheduled for yesterday to tonight, so that everyone can mourn Chen Gushan, have a meal, and then send him directly to the funeral home for cremation tomorrow.

At this moment, these two relatives were discussing whether to change the silk satin from red to white.

Let's change it.

Then one person found a few black plastic bags and pulled down the red silk and satin hanging on the wall in the courtyard of the ancestral hall.

Then a woman in her 60s walked into the ancestral hall.

She is Chen Gushan's eldest daughter. There is an ice coffin in the middle of the inner hall of the ancestral hall, and Chen Gushan's body is placed in the ice coffin.

Sitting on the chair beside him was Chen Tianqi, who was burning paper in the stove. Chen Tianqi is the son of Chen Gushan's third son.

Several family members took turns keeping vigil.

The eldest daughter said to Chen Tianqi, "I'm here, you go back and rest."

"Yes, Aunt."

Chen Tianqi finished burning the paper and walked out of the ancestral hall. I smoked a cigarette with the two relatives who were arranged at the door, chatted for a few words, and then left.