"Really?" Zhang Qiang asked me, still looking somewhat skeptical.
"Otherwise, what reason do you have to explain how he ended up in this terrible state?" I glanced at him sideways.
Previously, Wu Tao's body didn't show many abnormalities, except that his abdomen was completely swollen.
Those family members could also say that someone had stuffed something into his stomach to deliberately ruin his reputation after his death.
But his terrifying appearance now cannot be explained by a prank!
"If you really can't manage, take some photos and videos of the scene. If they don't believe you, show them. That way they can't say anything more!"
Upon hearing this, Zhang Qiang nodded and then picked up his phone to start taking pictures.
After we finished taking pictures, we began to clean up the battle site, collecting broken peach wood stakes, ineffective battle formation diagrams, cinnabar, quicklime, and other items.
These things are no longer useful, and they were once contaminated, now carrying a wisp of yin energy.
Old Han personally used talisman fire to burn these things, and the black ashes left by the ghost infant were put into a small jade bottle, which seemed to have some use.
There are also areas damaged inside the cold storage room that need to be reported for repair. However, these follow-up trivial matters can be coordinated and handled by Zhang Qiang. We are too lazy to care about them.
By the time everything was settled, it was already broad daylight.
Stepping out of the cold storage and breathing in the fresh air, I couldn't help but feel as if I had stepped into another world.
"Old Han, thank you so much this time!" Zhang Qiang said sincerely. This experience made him feel a great respect for the old man.
Old Han waved his hand dismissively. Looking at us young people, a slightly gratified smile appeared on his wrinkled old face: "I'm getting old. I almost capsized in the gutter. In the end, it's your era, young people, that's it. Especially Chen Yan, he remained calm in the face of danger, not bad!"
"If you encounter ghosts or monsters in the future, try not to be so impulsive and be more careful!"
I knew that Mr. Han was pointing something out to me, and I understood that he meant well, so I nodded heavily.
"Alright, I'll be going now. As for why this ghost infant formed here, and why Wu Tao's corpse became the mother, there are probably still some mysteries involved. Zhang Qiang, please take care of the follow-up investigation. If you need any assistance from me, please contact me anytime."
"Definitely!" Zhang Qiang replied respectfully.
With Mr. Han gone, we few, without any elders around, couldn't help but feel a bit more relaxed.
Li Huai finally woke up slowly, and seeing that we had all found seats, he asked nervously:
"So? Is it over?"
"Hehe, it's over. You slept really well, didn't you? What did you dream about? Did you dream about those DJ girls at the bar?" I looked at Li Huai, remembering what had happened when he woke up earlier.
Li Huai scratched his head awkwardly, as if I had hit the nail on the head.
Then he looked at Luo Tianhe: "Brother Luo, we made a promise before, you can't go back on your word!"
Seeing Li Huai's pathetic state, Luo Tianhe couldn't help but roll his eyes: "That's all the grit you've got. I'm not like you. Don't worry, your brother Luo is a man of his word!"
"Seriously, is it really okay for you to talk about this in front of the police? Be careful, or I'll shut down your bar!" Zhang Qiang, feeling ignored, said irritably.
"Brother Qiang, how could you say such a thing? This bar is Brother Luo's hard work. You're stabbing your brother in the back!" After going through so much, Li Huai and Zhang Qiang were no longer so distant.
Luo Tianhe chuckled awkwardly, realizing he had misspoke; after all, this was a police station.
"Alright, you guys go ahead and get some rest. I have things to take care of, and I might have to deal with Wu Tao's family. I hope they won't give me any trouble and can act normally." Zhang Qiang waved his hand.
"Okay, bye-bye!"
After saying goodbye to Zhang Qiang, we walked out of the police station.
"I've been so busy lately, it doesn't feel like I'm working. Instead, I'm dealing with all sorts of extra things."
As they walked down the street, Li Huai suddenly spoke up.
I glanced at him, scratched my head, and didn't quite understand what he meant.
Luo Tianhe kicked away a pebble at his feet, clicked his tongue, and asked directly, "What's wrong? What do you mean by that?"
“I just suddenly remembered that the three of us work at a funeral home. We haven’t taken any orders in a long time. It feels like our shop hasn’t had any income for a long time,” Li Huai said.
He felt he was losing out. He had been busy lately, dealing with ghosts every day, but hadn't earned a single penny. He thought it would be better to run the shop, doing the same work but earning some money.
"You're just a salaried employee, yet you have so many worries. No matter what you do, you'll always get paid the same amount," Luo Tianhe scoffed.
Li Huai ignored Luo Tianhe's attempt to dampen his enthusiasm, and instead turned to look at me:
"Brother Yan, has no one called you lately? Is the city so quiet lately that no one has encountered anything strange?"
I was stunned. Li Hua was right. We used to run into someone every few days who came to our door to handle something, but recently they all seem to have disappeared.
I slapped my forehead, and suddenly remembered:
“Didn’t we go to Blackwater Village before? My phone number was left there, but the people who came looking for us couldn’t get through, so Bai Yang changed it to his own. And she’s still unconscious!”
"Oh right, I forgot about that!" Li Huai suddenly realized, saying, "Why hasn't my phone been ringing lately?"
"Let's go see Bai Su, and while we're at it, let's check how many missed calls she has on her phone."
Although we had been busy all night, none of the three of us were actually sleepy, so we decided to go and see Bai Yang.
Bai Yang is currently lying in a special ward provided by Luo Tianhe.
Dr. Sun would check on her every few days, since she was his patient.
According to Dr. Sun, Bai Yang's condition is much better now; however, when she will wake up depends on her own fate and willpower.
When we arrived at the ward, we found that Bai Yang's complexion was indeed much better. From a distance, he looked just like a normal person asleep, and you couldn't tell that he had ever had such an experience.
I took Bai Yang's phone; it was already dead and switched off.
I charged it for a while before turning it on for her. I knew Bai Yang's password.
I unlocked the screen without any problems and found 99 missed calls.
99 is not the limit of a telephone, but the limit of what a mobile phone can display!
I couldn't help but feel a chill run down my spine.
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