Upon hearing this, "Li Huai's" ferocious expression calmed down.
Inviting a god is easy, but sending him away is difficult. "Sending away the soul" is a crucial step, and in some ways, it is even more important than "inviting."
Otherwise, if a ghost lingers in the human world, it will not only affect its reincarnation, but also cause great harm to the person it possesses. In the worst case, it may even transform into a vengeful ghost and harm the world.
The "passing through the underworld" ceremony presided over by Master Jin had an accident before, and the step of sending the soul away was not performed. Fortunately, I had learned about these things from my grandfather.
I took out three incense sticks, lit them, bowed three times to him, and then muttered some incantations:
"Wu Heng, the ritual is now complete. Incense, candles, paper money, and food offerings have all been presented. We respectfully send you back to your rightful place. Please rest in peace and do not linger in the mortal world any longer."
As I chanted, "Li Huai's" eyes, which had no whites, slowly closed.
I took out the "travel permit" I had prepared beforehand, which was a yellow talisman that clearly stated Wu Heng's name, place of origin, date of birth, date of death, and destination—the underworld. After burning it completely,
Lying on the dissection table, Wu Heng's eyes, which he had been unable to close before, slowly closed under our gaze.
After the soul-sending ceremony ended, I extinguished the incense and candles, let out a long sigh, threw the soul-summoning banner and other items into the fire, and turned to Zhang Qiang, saying:
"You'd better get some grapefruit leaf water or salt water and spray it on the room. This is called cleansing the house, since a ghost has been here before, and the yin energy is heavy."
"Chen Yan, you're overthinking it. This is a police station. What kind of vengeful spirit would dare to cause trouble here? We'll send them to the afterlife in no time."
Luo Tianhe stood up, dusted off the incense ash from his clothes, and said disdainfully.
I thought to myself, "That makes sense. Who would dare cause trouble on public property?" I chuckled to myself.
“Luo Tianhe is right. If you find it troublesome, you don’t have to do it.”
"No trouble at all. After all, we should still show respect to the deceased."
Zhang Qiang waved his hands repeatedly, his expression somewhat complicated.
When he first became a policeman, he didn't believe in any ghosts or spirits, but now, in less than a year, he's actually helping to preside over a soul-summoning ceremony.
"Is it over, Brother Chen?"
Li Huai had woken up. After feeling his body to make sure nothing was missing, he spoke with a look of surprise:
"So being possessed by a ghost isn't all that bad, it's pretty much like taking a nap. Call me again if something like this happens next time!"
Earning 20,000 yuan in less than half an hour while sleeping? You can't find such a good deal even with a lantern!
Li Huai beamed with joy.
I nodded and said:
"It's over. The old lady can come to see her son one last time."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Qiang took out his phone and made a call.
"Xiao An, you can bring the old lady to the police station now."
"Brother Qiang, did you get it sorted out?"
An excited female voice came from the other end of the phone, then lowered, clearly a little embarrassed:
"I'm sorry, Brother Qiang, my master isn't here. I don't dare to compose myself alone, and besides, his eyelids can't be closed at all."
"It's alright, take your time. Your master also studied under his master for several years before he started to formally sew up corpses."
Zhang Qiang comforted him.
"Okay, Brother Qiang, I'll go get her right now!"
After hanging up the phone, Zhang Qiang thought for a moment and then said:
"Xiao An has only been out of school for two years, majoring in forensic medicine. She has no problem with general autopsies and morgues, but she can't handle particularly twisted and terrifying corpses that are tainted by ghosts for the time being."
I didn't say anything. After all, I've been sewing up corpses since I was a child and I've seen a lot. Even I was a little scared when I saw Wu Heng's gruesome death. An ordinary person would definitely have nightmares for days after just one look.
Although Xiao An did not do much, he only stitched Wu Heng's skull back on, which was already quite good.
I can guess that Xiao An must have been working on her face from head to toe. After stitching up her scalp, she found that Wu Heng's eyelids wouldn't close no matter what she did, and she was probably terrified.
"By the way, Master Chen, we've pretty much figured out the truth—the vengeful spirit of Jingwen..."
Zhang Qiang hesitated for a moment, then began to ask.
"Jingwen's father probably just wants to avenge his daughter. If it ends here, there's nothing more to pursue."
After thinking for a moment, I answered.
A life for a life, a debt for a debt.
Although it wasn't Wu Heng's intention, Jingwen's death was indeed inextricably linked to him.
“That’s right, officer. If he had stopped, we would have let it go. Wu Heng didn’t even mention pursuing the matter.”
Luo Tianhe didn't want to meddle in other people's business. We still had a former richest man to deal with, and facing another behind-the-scenes boss wouldn't be good news.
Upon hearing this, Zhang Qiang frowned and fell silent.
Hearing our conversation, Li Huai became curious about what questions had been asked during the summoning of the spirit, and kept pestering Luo Tianhe for more information.
Having no other recourse, Luo Tianhe recounted everything that had just happened to Li Huai.
After listening, Li Huai clicked his tongue and turned to look at me:
"Brother Chen, do you really think Wu Heng can fool anyone with his mother's black and white photo?"
"Of course, do you think ghosts are very intelligent? Ghosts created by this kind of evil magic have very confused minds."
I didn't say anything, but Luo Tianhe answered Li Huai's question. He had seen so much with me and had a certain understanding of ghosts, so he wasn't completely clueless.
After waiting in the room for a while, Luo Tianhe, who was the most impatient, asked first:
"Sir, why hasn't Wu Heng's mother arrived yet? Didn't she say she was in a hurry and wanted to see her son one last time?"
“I’m also a little surprised. Wu Heng’s mother was placed in a hotel not far from the forensic center. She should have arrived long ago.”
Luo Tianhe's question interrupted Zhang Qiang's thoughts. He took out his phone, checked the time, and then explained to us while making a phone call.
The phone rang again and again, but no one answered.
"Something's happened!"
Zhang Qiang's face turned ashen as he stormed out of the room, and the rest of us followed.
Soon, Zhang Qiang drove us to the hotel in a police car.
Seeing the police car parked at the entrance, the hotel owner looked flustered and hurriedly came out to greet Zhang Qiang, who was dressed in a police uniform, bowing and scraping.
"Officer, this is a legitimate place, we don't offer any special services, really, you can trust me, officer."
Seeing the fat man sweating profusely and looking flustered, I was speechless.
The way he looked at me practically screamed that I offered special services.
I could see it all, let alone Zhang Qiang, but he didn't have the time or inclination to raid prostitution right now, and said urgently:
"Enough talk, give me the spare keys to 201 and 202!"
Upon hearing this, the fat boss pulled out a large handful of keys and shakily searched for the keys to rooms 201 and 202.
Judging from the boss's flustered appearance, I wonder when he'll be able to find the key he needs from the pile of keys.
Zhang Qiang snatched all the keys and ran upstairs.
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