"What nonsense are you talking about? Ghosts? I think you're hallucinating from taking too much drugs."
A young policeman, in his haste and impulsiveness, instinctively thought I was talking nonsense.
He thought that his words would be universally accepted, but to his surprise, no one questioned them except himself.
"Brother Qiang, say something! Isn't he obviously making this up to get away with it? I bet Black Panther will find clues in his house!"
Is Black Panther the name of that drug-sniffing dog?
I made my own guesses, but that dog was really a good dog. Its fur was shiny and smooth, its limbs were strong and powerful, and most importantly, it was a good dog without a single blemish!
This dog is probably more than just a drug-sniffing dog.
I wasn't angry at all at the young policeman's questioning. He was just too young, probably a recent graduate, and his eyes still held the innocent naiveté of a college student.
However, the others seemed a bit too calm about what I said.
Considering the various bizarre murders that have occurred in this city, the haunted houses that are listed as forbidden areas, and even the ranking of their danger levels, I'm not surprised at all.
Even though ordinary people rarely have access to these things, police officers certainly encounter them quite often.
"Xiao Li, the police need to rely on evidence. You've just come from out of town and don't know this place very well. This city isn't as simple as you think."
Zhang Qiang waved his hand, signaling the young policeman to calm down. Soon, Black Panther finished searching the house I rented, and I was cleared of suspicion of drug use.
"I'm sorry, we were overthinking it. I apologize on behalf of Xiao Li. I hope you won't take it to heart."
I waved my hand and said it didn't matter. What I really wanted to know was what happened to the middle-aged man who was hit and killed, and whether the murderer had been caught.
Zhang Qiang paused, seemingly weighing whether or not to tell me, and after a moment, he made his decision.
"The middle-aged man who was hit and killed was named Wu Heng. The murderer has not been found. The black sedan that hit him was a totaled accident vehicle. In theory, it was impossible to drive. Even if it could be started, it could not possibly reach a speed of 160 miles per hour!"
Therefore, it's highly unlikely to be man-made.
Although I had anticipated this.
Seeing Zhang Qiang's hesitant expression, I raised an eyebrow and said:
"Officer, please speak frankly. I will cooperate with you in any way I can help."
Hearing my words, Zhang Qiang finally spoke:
“Mr. Chen, I do need your help. Wu Heng’s body is still at the police station. As you know, his body is in a very bad state. His mother is now insisting on seeing her son one last time. The old policeman in charge of the mortuary has gone home to visit his family, and his apprentice is a college student who has only been out of school for a few years. What if we can’t handle this and frighten the old lady again?”
So, they wanted me to sew up the corpse, huh? But it's really strange that Wu Heng's mother is still alive.
I thought about it when I got back yesterday, and I thought Wu Heng was lying to me, or that he had just become a ghost and his memory was messed up. I didn't expect that what he said was actually true.
I'm getting curious about the truth of the matter; the answer to this question might be revealed at the police station.
Let's go.
I stood up and said without any hesitation.
"Oh, you guys need to prepare beforehand for this kind of thing, like bathing and burning incense."
I rolled my eyes and said there's no need for so many rules. I always carry my tools with me, and I even keep them by my pillow when I sleep. The police station has extremely strong yang energy. In ancient times, it was a government office, a very solemn place. No ghost would dare to cause trouble there.
So just relax.
Although Zhang Qiang was a bit serious at first, I found out he was actually quite curious about this kind of thing as we talked.
I told him a lot about the taboos of the cobbler, the difference between the living and the dead, and even taught him some simple methods of exorcising ghosts.
Zhang Qiang said I was young and promising. Although I was about the same age as him, I seemed to have been immersed in the art of cobbling for decades, and I felt that I had more expertise than the masters they had hired before.
I said that Zhang Qiang's ability to become a second-level police inspector at such a young age is a great honor for his family and ancestors, much better than the crooked ways I've been messing around with.
Zhang Qiang didn't mince words, bluntly stating that he relied on his connections, and that having a second-level police inspector in his family was nothing special; he even felt a surge of excitement at the prospect of bringing glory to his ancestors.
Zhang Qiang and I both wanted to get to know the other party.
I was drawn to his background. After all, I have a major enemy, Wu Zhiguo, to deal with, and it would be ideal if I could get on the good side of the government.
Zhang Qiang, on the other hand, valued my abilities. Such extremely negative incidents happened frequently here, and he was deeply concerned about them.
Of course, I gained more than just these things.
Zhang Qiang told me that although Wu Heng's mother was not dead, Wu Heng's wife had recently died by poisoning herself with paraquat.
I must say, having a police officer friend is really convenient.
Zhang Qiang shared all the information they had gathered with me without reservation, and I had a pretty good grasp of the cause and effect of the case. Now all that was missing was the evidence.
When I arrived at the police station morgue and saw Wu Heng's pitiful body, I felt some sympathy.
This matter is not complicated; it's just a conflict between a mother-in-law and daughter-in-law.
Wu Heng met his wife in college, and it was considered that Wu Heng was marrying above his station.
After all, Wu Heng came to this university from the countryside, and his wife is a local Brahmin.
Wu Heng's father-in-law looked down on him, seeing him as a poor boy from the countryside whose temperament didn't suit his taste, so he completely disagreed with the marriage.
Wu Heng's wife was also stubborn, so she broke off all ties with his father and married into Wu Heng's family after graduation.
Wu Heng's nightmare began here.
His father died early, and his mother raised him single-handedly. Wu Heng knew that his mother had a hard life, so he naturally wanted to be filial to her.
His wife is a genuine rich and beautiful woman who gave up her family fortune to marry him, and he is grateful for that kindness.
However, the relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law has always been a major problem!
Initially, Wu Heng wanted to bring his mother to live in the city, but he was worried about burdening his son, and she was used to living in the countryside and couldn't adapt to the high-rise buildings in the city.
So the matter was dropped.
Wu Huan is also a filial son, and he regularly takes his wife back to the countryside to visit his mother.
Every time Wu Heng's wife went back to the countryside, she would dress herself up beautifully, wearing little skirts and stockings, which made all the farmers in the village stare in amazement.
The rural women, seeing their husbands in such a wretched state, were naturally furious. They vented their anger not only on their husbands but also on Wu Heng's wife!
As a result, rumors began to circulate in the village that Wu Heng's wife was a shameless slut, and that she seduced married men in the countryside every time she came back. Some even spread rumors that she was a prostitute!
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