Three people and one ghost solved 43 mysterious cases.

At two o'clock in the morning, there was a sound of canes.

Chen Tianqi raised his head and saw 80-year-old Zhang Yejun walking in with a cane.

Zhang Yejun and Chen Gushan were colleagues and friends in the same steel factory.

Chen Tianqi quickly got up and helped Zhang Yejun. Zhang Yejun was in poor health and had cancer. He was in the advanced stage and could not live for a few months.

"Master Zhang, why are you here so late?"

Zhang Yejun said in a hoarse voice, "I came to see Gushan, why...hey, why did you leave like this, and you walked ahead of me, hey..." He sighed.

Chen Tianqi helped Zhang Yejun enter the inner room. Zhang Yejun looked at Chen Gushan's body in the ice coffin. He died in the water. The body had been soaked in water and was wrinkled ugly.

Zhang Yejun said to Chen Tianqi, "I want to stay here alone and have a few words with Gushan."

Chen Tianqi moved a chair over, helped Zhang Yejun sit down, and shouted loudly to the ice coffin, "Grandpa, your friend Zhang Yejun is here to see you. He wants to talk to you. You must remember what he said."

On the surface, these words were a call to the soul of the deceased, but in fact they were said to Song Zhize in another coffin.

Chen Tianqi reminded Song Zhize that there is someone in the house now, so don't move.

Song Zhize held his breath and lay motionless, looking at a ray of light shining through the cracks in the coffin, with dust floating in the light.

Then Chen Tianqi went out, walked around in the yard, and moved around.

Zhang Yejun was sitting in the inner room, his hand on his crutch, talking to Chen Gushan's body in the ice coffin.

But at this time, Song Zhize, who was in another coffin, heard an extremely strange speech.

About 10 minutes later, Zhang Yejun left the ancestral hall on crutches.

Meeting Chen Tianqi outside, Chen Tianqi said politely, "Master Zhang, shall I take you back?"

Zhang Yejun said, don't send her away, you can keep vigil, I can still leave.

"Then please slow down. By the way, Mr. Zhang, you are old. Don't come to say goodbye to the body tomorrow."

"I'm coming. I'm going to see Gushan off for the last part of the journey." After Zhang Yejun finished speaking, he left on crutches.

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After that, Chen Tianqi continued to keep vigil until four o'clock in the morning.

The funeral home's car drove up, and two sturdy staff members got out of the car.

Entering the ancestral hall, they skillfully tied the ice coffin with hemp rope, then passed it through with a long stick, one in front and one behind, lifted the ice coffin and carried it to the car.

Then he came in to move the wooden coffin.

Both coffins will be sent to the funeral parlor, and then the undertaker will put makeup on Chen Gushan.

After putting on makeup, he was put from the ice coffin into the wooden coffin.

Finally, the wooden coffin is sent to the body for a farewell ceremony. At nine o'clock in the morning, after the body is bid farewell to, it is buried.

When the two staff members were carrying the wooden coffin, they both said, "It's so heavy."

Chen Tianqi hurried over to help and said, "The wood the old man ordered is heavy. If it is heavier, he will feel more at ease sleeping underground in the future."

Song Zhize lay in the coffin, not daring to move or take a breath.

Chen Tianqi helped two staff members load the coffin into the car.

He took out two packs of good cigarettes from his pocket and gave them to them, and said, "Boy, I have a request."

Chen Tianqi said, I hope I can drive this car to the funeral home. This is the funeral custom in our village.

I want to accompany my grandpa on the last journey, and I will shout some words of "guidance" along the way. I hope you two can help me.

After hearing this, two staff members said, "This is against the rules."

Chen Tianqi took out a stack of money, 1000 yuan, from his pocket, stuffed it into the two of them, and said, "Take this money to drink tea. For this part of the journey, the family must accompany the deceased. No outsiders, please."

The two staff members looked at each other and grabbed the 1000 yuan in their hands.

He agreed and said, "Since it is the rule of your village, then I will listen to you and drive slower."

"Don't worry, I'll drive slowly. I'll meet you at the funeral home in an hour."

The two staff members called the taxi station, called a taxi, and then took the car down the mountain and left.

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Chen Tianqi got into the funeral home's car and drove carefully.

When he arrived at the foot of the mountain, his heart was in his throat, and he kept thinking about what to say if the police came to inspect him.

But when I passed the foot of the mountain, there were no police.

Chen Tianqi breathed a sigh of relief. He stepped on the accelerator and drove the car onto the national highway, an uninhabited land.

He got out of the car, opened the trunk, and opened the coffin. "It's safe."

Song Zhize sat up and exhaled loudly. He had been holding it in for too long.

"What about the money?"

Song Zhize handed the satchel to Chen Tianqi, "Brother Tianqi, thank you so much. The gold bars are here, please click on them."

Chen Tianqi took the satchel, opened it and counted, he got 28 gold bars. He said, "Then we will go our separate ways."

Song Zhize said, "Don't worry, I will definitely pretend that I have never seen you before."

Being able to escape, even if it was temporary, was enough. Song Zhize was full of gratitude to Chen Tianqi.

Song Zhize was about to leave when he suddenly remembered something and said to Chen Tianqi, "Brother, I remember your kindness in saving me. There is something I just heard in the coffin and I must tell you."

"What's the matter?" Chen Tianqi asked.

"Your grandfather was killed."

"Killed? How is that possible?" Chen Tianqi was stunned.

"Yes, someone came into the room just now and spoke to the coffin. The man's voice sounded very old and hoarse. He kept smiling at the coffin and kept saying, Chen Gushan, you too have today. Aren't you a happy life? ? I just refused to let you achieve consummation, Chen Gushan, it was I who pushed you into the river, don’t worry, I will come to accompany you in a few months."

This was said by Zhang Yejun. He was "venting his anger" on Chen Gushan's body in the ice coffin. He never expected that there was someone lying in another coffin in the room at that time.

After Song Zhize finished speaking, he dragged his legs and limped away.

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Chen Tianqi stood there, his face blown by the biting wind on the empty national highway.

He returned to the car and continued driving, looking at the road ahead and listening to the slight vibration of the coffin behind him.

His grandfather lay in the ice coffin. He had just died and his face was swollen.

Grandpa, he recalled the past with his grandfather. Before I knew it, I arrived at the door of the funeral home.

The two staff members were already waiting and asked, "How about it? You have no regrets about sending me off for the last part of the journey, right?"

Unfortunately, Chen Tianqi could only think about what Song Zhize said to him before leaving, "Your grandfather was killed."

How can I not regret that my grandfather died like this?

Song Zhize definitely wouldn't lie to me. He must have heard Zhang Yejun's words in the coffin.

My grandfather was pushed into the river by Zhang Yejun. Why did he push my grandfather into the river?

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The staff drove the car into the funeral parlor, took the ice coffin out of the car, and handed it over to the undertaker.

Then the wooden coffin was carried out of the car. One person said, why does the coffin feel a little lighter?

"Hurry up and work quickly. When you're done, you can go home and rest." Another person said.

The two of them did not become suspicious again and continued to work.

Chen Tianqi stood in front of the iron gate outside, looking at the quiet funeral parlor building not far away and the lights on in front of several windows in the building.

He lit a cigarette and the wind continued to blow at his face.

Chen Tianqi is still thinking, what to do? Should I call the police?

I couldn’t report it. When the police asked me, what should I say? Could it be that there was someone in the coffin? No, I can say that I overheard it.

This thing is really strange. What if Zhang Yejun doesn’t recognize it? Or is it just the nonsense of an 80-year-old man?

Hey, what should I do?