Seeing that we had all gone upstairs and it seemed we weren't there to raid prostitution, the boss wiped the large beads of sweat from his brow and took out his phone to try and find out more information.

He must have his own methods to run such a unique hotel not too far from the police station.

That's right, the boss bribed the police officer who specializes in this kind of thing.

We quickly found 201.202.

The door to room 202 was ajar, and I immediately saw the blood seeping out from the crack.

As a police officer, Zhang Qiang was more observant than I was, and he obviously noticed it too.

He paused, seemingly gathering his thoughts, before pushing the door open with a creak.

Inside the room,

An elderly woman dressed in somber black clothing leaned against the bed in an unnatural posture.

Its head had disappeared.

Beside her was a red plastic bag filled with paper gold ingots and paper money.

There were large patches of congealed bloodstains on the wall and bed, which had turned black and looked like they had been there for some time.

In front of the bed was a chair that had been tripped over, and a policewoman lying on her side on the floor. Presumably, she was Xiao An, the one Zhang Qiang had mentioned.

Zhang Qiang crouched down, checked the policewoman's breath, and felt a great sense of relief.

"He's not dead, he just fainted from fright."

As long as she's not dead, I turned my attention to the headless female corpse on the bed. Although I couldn't see her face, she was clearly Wu Heng's mother.

I swallowed hard and looked at the wound on her neck; it wasn't a mark from a sharp weapon.

Her cervical vertebrae were irregularly fractured, revealing stark white bone fragments covered with jagged edges of varying sizes.

The muscle bundles and tendons in the neck area were clearly forcibly torn apart, forming strips of flesh of varying lengths and uneven textures.

"Where's her head? Did a ghost take it away?"

Who would be so cruel as to kill an old woman from the countryside?

There is only one answer: Jingwen, who has become a vengeful ghost!

Luo Tianhe's voice trembled slightly. This ghost's fighting power was terrifying. It could tear a person's head off!

"How could that be? She's a vengeful ghost, not a cannibal. Besides, if I'm not mistaken, you can see the old woman's head if you lie down."

I rolled my eyes and said irritably.

"Heh, under the bed? What's your basis for that?"

Luo Tianhe didn't believe it, but he still lay down and looked under the bed.

Then, he met the gaze of the old woman with a ferocious face!

"Holy shit, holy shit!"

Luo Tianhe screamed twice and suddenly bounced backward, his head slamming heavily against the wooden cabinet with a thud.

Although he was somewhat prepared, he was still taken aback.

"Chen Yan, how did you know? That's fucking amazing!"

Coming to his senses, Luo Tianhe turned his head and asked.

He was completely baffled. We came here together, and I didn't perform any summoning or talk to any ghosts right under his nose. How did I know that the old lady's head was under the bed?

"First of all, if you were in someone else's shoes and you ripped someone's head off, what would you do next?"

"Uh, my words,"

Luo Tianhe racked his brains, not knowing what he would do next; he simply couldn't figure it out!

"I can't think of one, because I would never pull someone's head off."

"Idiot! Can't you even imagine it? This thing isn't some kind of treasure. The goal of killing has already been achieved, so it's just something to be thrown away casually."

"It wasn't anywhere else in the room; it could only have rolled under the bed."

"Of course, there's another reason. Xiao An has been doing this for several years now, so he wouldn't be so scared as to faint at the sight of a headless corpse."

"Considering the chair that was tripped over and the posture of lying on one's side looking down from the bed, the answer is obvious!"

Zhang Qiang carried Xiao An to bed 201 next door and placed her down. He then crawled under the bed and retrieved Wu Heng's mother's head.

He sighed.

"I'm sorry to trouble you again, Chen Yan."

By the time we had finished sewing up Wu Heng's mother's body and placed it in the morgue, it was already afternoon.

"Another unsolved mystery is about to be added to the case file."

Zhang Qiang lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, exhaled a puff of smoke, and said with some melancholy.

"Chen Yan, do you think she would harm anyone else?"

I didn't answer this time, after all, I had just said that Jingwen shouldn't harm anyone anymore, and then Wu Heng's mother's body was discovered.

Seeing our silence, Zhang Qiang forced an awkward smile.

"Forget it, I'm asking you to do something you can't have. This isn't your obligation anyway."

"Notify me if she harms anyone again."

I left with an ambiguous statement and led Luo Tianhe and Li Huai out of the forensic center.

Once outside, Li Huai finally asked the question that had been on his mind:

"Didn't they say that Wu Heng could fool Jingwen by burning paper money with his mother's portrait at the crossroads? Why would Jingwen still seek revenge on Wu Heng's mother?"

"Someone told Jingwen, didn't they? Don't forget, Jingwen was turned into a vengeful ghost by her father using some kind of evil magic!"

Luo Tianhe explained to Li Huai on my behalf.

"Let's not talk about that anymore. How's the matter at the funeral home going?"

I shook my head, trying to clear my mind of the jumbled thoughts.

"The permits and other documents are almost ready, and I've already rented the space. If you can't wait, we can open for business tomorrow."

Luo Tianhe is indeed reliable; it's only been a few days and the business is already open for business.

"Alright, you've notified all the people in the underworld. We don't take on ordinary jobs."

The people in the underworld are not from the criminal underworld, but rather people with some spiritual attainments like us, who have a good understanding of the affairs of the underworld.

Just like Lao Jin and Sister Wu before, they both have some reputation, and people with such needs will naturally come to them.

"Don't worry, we've done a few big things, and people in the underworld have heard of us to some extent. I've also taken care of things for them."

After Luo Tianhe finished speaking, he patted Li Huai on the shoulder and asked:

"Li Huai, do you even have a driver's license?"

"No, I can't afford a car, why would I learn that stuff?"

Li Huai acted as if he was right because he was poor.

Luo Tianhe's lips twitched.

“Our funeral home has a hearse for transporting bodies. If you don’t want to use a handcart to haul bodies through the streets and alleys, you’d better take some time to learn how to drive.”

"All right."

Li Huai nodded, then looked at me.

"When should we open our funeral home? Should we choose a specific date?"

"The sooner the better. As for a specific date, let's see if there are any auspicious days recently."

I was originally thinking of doing it tomorrow, but after Li Huai asked, I felt I should still consult the almanac.

After all, people in our line of work can't help but believe in those things.

I simply opened my phone's calendar and started looking for a suitable auspicious day.

"I haven't eaten all day. Come on, let's grab something to eat first."

Luo Tianhe rubbed his stomach, and seeing that I ignored him, he took my phone and pointed to the noodle shop in front of him.