Chapter 359: Moving the mourning hall, photos appearing in the middle of the night

The livor mortis on the corpse became more and more obvious, and the uneven and deformed bones that were broken after death were extremely terrifying.

The air was filled with a foul stench of decay. Wang Ling immediately covered his nose and picked his nose: "Ugh, it stinks."

The body had been dead for five days and the person had committed suicide by jumping off a building.

Her true appearance was naturally horrific, but she was also a victim and the least she could do was return her body to her parents.

Meng Fuling made a phone call and asked someone to come and carry Yao Hong's body away.

Officer Yao brought his men to the scene, not only carried the body away but also brought it to Wang Ling.

'Crack!' The handcuffs were placed on her wrists. "Wang Ling, you are under investigation for suspected multiple fraud cases."

Wang Ling shook his head excitedly in denial: "I, I didn't, I didn't commit fraud, I really do have the ability to see ghosts!"

"You do have the ability to see ghosts. You died in an accident three years ago."

"I had originally sent you to the funeral home to be processed, but I didn't expect you to return to the human world because your life span had not yet ended."

"So you accidentally gained the ability to see ghosts. This is a one in a million chance that you've encountered it."

Meng Fuling looked into her eyes and said, "But you should never use this ability to make money."

Wang Ling's face turned pale. She didn't expect that she had been seen through so long ago.

At first she was not very inconvenienced, after all, encountering a ghost made her terrified.

If she is not careful, she will be pestered and everyone around her will think she is an alien.

Until one day she saw her friends around her making a lot of money by live streaming, so she decided to use this method to make money.

But this ghost-hunting program is really difficult to make, after all, only you can see it, but no one else can.

Seeing that her live broadcast room was not doing well, she came up with an idea.

That is to find a like-minded person named Lao Liu to pretend to be a ghost, and use this method to quickly gain fame.

In just half a year, her fans have exceeded two million, bringing her a lot of income.

But facing Meng Fuling's accusation, she still denied it flatly: "I, I didn't commit any fraud during the live broadcast."

Even now she still wanted to deny it, so she naturally wouldn't tolerate it and would just expose her secrets.

"Last year, you and your gang, Lao Liu, tricked an elderly couple into believing they were haunted and made a hundred thousand yuan out of them."

"This year, they have repeatedly defrauded fans and traffic, and even tried to accept tips from fans totaling millions."

"Also, this month you had the gang pretend to be female ghosts in Yunding Building, just to deceive the former."

"But to your surprise, Mr. Huang didn't play by the rules and actually found me."

“…”

What Meng Fuling revealed was just the tip of the iceberg: "There are many more crimes. Do I need to list them one by one?"

"No, that's not necessary!" Wang Ling, looking pale, immediately stopped her: "I, I plead guilty!"

The haters in the live broadcast room were dumbfounded. They were shocked by the unexpected truth.

[I'm so pissed off. I was fooled for half a year and thought she was some kind of genius, but it turns out she wrote and directed it all herself.]

[Give me back my hard-earned money. I'd rather give my big rocket to a liar than feed it to a dog.]

[Isn't this a slap in the face? And it was a slap in the face. This liar dared to challenge my master.]

[The police officer immediately arrested this liar. From now on, I will be Master Meng's only diehard fan.]

[I had anticipated the outcome, but I didn't expect the opponent to be so lame.]

Meng Fuling revealed her true face and was eventually taken away by the police.

However, Wang Ling's fans rushed to her live broadcast room, and the number of fans increased by more than one million in one breath.

Now that the problem here has been solved, the haunted time has been completely resolved.

The Yunding Building will be reopened soon, and when she returned home, she saw the transfer on her mobile phone.

Ding Dong! Six thousand yuan has been deposited into your account.

This is the fortune-telling fee sent by Boss Huang. It seems that he is very knowledgeable.

I didn't get anything done all day, and ended up with a mess.

There was one day left, and she had to find her last tear quickly.

The next morning, Meng Fuling got up early.

"Fuling, I'm going to join the team!" Fang Jinyu had just rested for a few days during the Chinese New Year, and now she had to work again.

"Yeah!" She nodded and didn't take it seriously: "Jinyu, where do you think there are the most elderly people?"

"Ah?" Fang Jinyu was packing her luggage: "Of course it's a nursing home or a home for the elderly!"

She had been to the nursing home, and there were no old people there, only ghosts.

Whatever, whatever? Sometimes I try to find something but I just can’t find it.

Maybe when you don't want to force it, it will appear on its own?

"It's just right, I'm going to work too!" Meng Fuling had already packed her things.

Who isn't an ox or a horse these days? She rode her electric scooter to the police station.

After parking the car, he held Xiaoman in one hand, took out the big meat bun he had just bought and started eating.

Today is the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, and no one seems to be in high spirits this morning.

"Oh my! I'm on duty during the day, and I have to play cards with my mother-in-law at night. I'm so sleepy."

"I'm tired. Yesterday I was resting but my third aunt and her family arranged five blind dates for me."

"That's right. This New Year's holiday is even more tiring than usual. Captain Yao just went to bed this morning after his night shift."

As soon as Meng Fuling entered the door, she felt a sense of fatigue and low pressure.

The fans in the live broadcast room were all amused and started to complain.

It turns out the police officers are no exception to the norm. I was also forced to go on eighteen blind dates during the Lunar New Year holiday. I'm even dreading the Lunar New Year now.

[Raise your hands if you played mahjong with my parents all night yesterday. There's another person here with the same fate.]

[Not only is the Chinese New Year tiring, but all the money you've worked hard to earn all year is spent as red envelopes. There are always seven or eight people getting married.]

[Today is only the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, and my parents have already scolded me for three days. I'm packing my bags and leaving tomorrow.]

This year has been truly exhausting. I'd rather continue to be a slave. I suddenly miss the days of going to work.

Listening to so many people complaining about the Chinese New Year, Meng Fuling didn't feel anything.

"Ding-ling-ling!" The office phone rang.

Wen Xiaoli answered the phone, and the smile on her face froze instantly: "Okay, we'll be there right away!"

"Xiao Meng!" She looked at Meng Fuling seriously, "Something strange is happening. You have to come with me quickly."

She just arrived here and she's already alive? Meng Fuling swallowed the last bite of the bun: "Okay, here I come!"

The car slowly headed towards the west of the city and stopped in front of a residential complex.

As I walked into the community, I saw police officers setting up a cordon in an open space not far away.

A body was carried out and then covered with a white cloth.

The person was already dead. The police at the scene saw them and said: "Officer Wen, Master Meng, you are finally here."

"This is the third person to die in this community!" Their faces were full of worry.

"It's all because of this sudden appearance of the mourning hall. No matter what we do, we can't remove it."

Sure enough, there was a mourning hall standing abruptly in the open space opposite.

There was nothing in this mourning hall except a large square frame with a photo printed on it.

The photo shows a woman in her sixties, who is the person who died next to me.

"Is this really a ghost? Whenever a photo appears in this mourning hall, the person in the photo will die."

"This Auntie Huang is a resident of this community. She didn't believe it when she saw the photo."

"He died here this morning. He didn't have any injuries, but just suffered a cardiac arrest."

This is interesting. I have seen ghosts running around, but this is the first time I have seen a movable mourning hall.