Digging up coffins and graves is a piece of cake for the Golden Rat.
Jiang Si and Xie Wuyi waited upstairs for only a short while before the Golden Rat came up.
It had a snow-white bone in its mouth.
Jiang Si had mixed feelings.
The gold-seeking rat spat out white bones on the ground, and Jiang Si and Xie Wuyi went down to look.
Xie Wuyi examined the remains from top to bottom, then remained silent for a long while before saying, "These don't seem to be human remains, do they?"
Although they are not forensic experts, they know best what human bones look like.
This bone in front of me is definitely not human.
“There’s not a single mark.” Jiang Si rubbed her hands together. “Oh no, I have to call the police again.”
Xie Wuyi: "What reason will you give this time?"
Although they claim to be doing righteous things, in the end they are still digging up other people's graves.
Tell the truth.
This time, it was Jiang Si who dialed the police.
"Officer, hello. When I was looking for my rat, I found that he had pulled a non-human bone out of a grave."
"Normally, cemeteries are full of human bones, right?"
The police officer on the other end: "..."
Sometimes, they really want to call the police.
"What are you doing in the cemetery?"
"Didn't I tell you? I'm looking for my pet mouse. I'm a law-abiding citizen, and I only decided to call the police because I felt something was amiss."
The police officers were responsible.
Looking at the time, it was already six o'clock in the afternoon.
Winter nights come early, and it's already pitch black. Walking to the cemetery at night is still a bit unsettling.
Comrade Zhou Chongyang from the group volunteered.
"Let me go." His house was in that direction, and he wanted to see who was playing the prank.
Zhou Chongyang was born on the Double Ninth Festival. The village elders said that nine is the number of Yang, and he was a double Yang, a being that even ghosts would avoid.
Zhou Chongyang's birth seemed to confirm this in some mysterious way.
Anyway, in the rural area where there were many ghost stories, Zhou Chongyang didn't encounter any.
In his words, the feudal superstitions in the village had not been thoroughly eradicated.
However, tonight might completely shatter Comrade Zhou Chongyang's worldview.
Accompanying Zhou Chongyang out of the station was an old policeman named Wang Shichang, who bowed a few times to the statue of Guan Yu in the station before leaving.
He glanced at Zhou Chongyang, his weathered face filled with solemnity.
"There are gods watching from above, so we should still revere them."
Even though his master was in such a state, Zhou Chongyang bowed several times.
Wang Shichang stepped outside, and Zhou Chongyang followed, saying, "Master, we are serving the people, and the higher-ups will surely bless us."
"It's never too much to be careful in everything," Wang Shichang said.
He has two years left before retirement, and his only wish is to retire smoothly.
They thought Jiang Si's call to the police was a prank, but they still had to dispatch officers.
The two of them drove the station's somewhat dilapidated police car towards the cemetery.
The cemetery is in the northwest, and it's winter now. As they walked, it seemed as if fog was rising, so they had to turn on their high beams.
Strangely, the high beams seemed unable to penetrate the fog, only illuminating a small section of the road ahead.
Wang Shichang was nervous and told Zhou Chongyang to open it carefully.
Zhou Chongyang nodded in agreement. It wasn't that he was afraid of anything supernatural, but rather that the road was narrow, and he was worried that if there was a car in front of them, they wouldn't be able to see it clearly and might collide.
Although at this time, there probably won't be any cars coming down.
Once you get to this section of the road, apart from the cemetery, no one else will go this way.
But whatever you think about, you're afraid of. Suddenly, a car comes from in front of you.
The two cars bumped into each other slightly.
Zhou Chongyang slammed on the brakes.
With the help of the high beams, Wang Shichang could see the car in front of him clearly.
It looks quite new, but the design is a bit old-fashioned and strange, similar to designs from decades ago.
Just as Zhou Chongyang was about to open the door and get out of the car, Wang Shichang held him tightly.
"If you don't know anything, why are you getting off the bus?"
Zhou Chongyang was taken aback for a moment, then said earnestly, "Master, even if someone is trying to stage an accident, you have to consider who it is. They're not trying to extort money from us."
“Even if we are police officers, we still have to deal with this.”
"Shut up!" Wang Shichang finally snapped.
The car door in front opened, and a woman with a very graceful figure, wearing a cheongsam, leaned out.
Even a straight man like Zhou Chongyang asked, "Isn't she cold?"
Wang Shichang's veins were about to bulge out.
On such a cold day, encountering a woman in an old-fashioned cheongsam in the middle of nowhere makes one wonder if she is even from the mortal world.
Just then, the woman walked up to their car and said in a coquettish voice, "How do you drive? You've wrecked my car."
"How am I supposed to go back now?"
By the light from the high beams, Zhou Chongyang could see that the woman had bright red lipstick and wavy hair, giving her a vintage feel.
"Don't get out of the car," Wang Shichang said.
He noticed that the woman in front of him didn't touch their car.
They probably wouldn't dare.
This car is ancient; countless police officers have driven it, and some have even been promoted to leadership positions.
There should be some malevolent aura about it.
Wang Shichang said, "Miss, we are just going there to work. Please do us a favor."
"Oh, you're police officers. But you're responsible for hitting my car." The woman placed her hand on her chest, revealing her bright red nail polish.
The two sides were locked in a stalemate.
Just then, a clear, melodious voice came from ahead, "I called the police. You'd better do me a favor, or I'll tear your place down."
The voice appeared abruptly, yet it evoked no fear whatsoever; on the contrary, it carried a hint of majesty, dispelling the gloom.
"Hmph!" The woman twisted her handkerchief, got into the car reluctantly, and left.
Then Zhou Chongyang and Wang Shichang watched the car drift past to the side. When they looked back, it was gone without a trace.
It was as if the car had never been there.
Zhou Chongyang turned around stiffly, "Master, did you see that?"
"I just have some presbyopia, I'm not blind." Compared to Zhou Chongyang's shock, Wang Shichang seemed a bit calmer. After being a policeman for a long time, he always found that some things were beyond the scope of human scientific understanding.
"Come on over there, nothing will bother you anymore." That clear, melodious voice appeared again.
Perhaps it was his youth, but Zhou Chongyang was somewhat excited, "Master, so there really are ghosts?"
"Should we follow the sound?"
The fog had dissipated, and the road ahead was clearly visible again under the moonlight.
"Strange, there was no moon just now," Zhou Chongyang muttered.
"Don't think about it too much, let's go," Wang Shichang said.
He recognized the voice; it belonged to the person who called the police.
It's just walking at night, how could it be dangerous enough to catch criminals?
Have you heard of anyone dying from walking at night? Besides, there are people on duty at the cemetery at night.
If others aren't afraid, why should they be?
The car continued driving forward under the moonlight, with shadowy figures behind it, seemingly something, yet also seemingly nothing at all.
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