Chapter 236 Another scapegoat
"It is indeed a matter of life and death. I am sorry to bother you. I will pay attention next time. Could you please ask Jiang Hanyan to answer the phone now?" Ji Wenchang explained in a gentle voice.
The lives of their family still depend on Jiang Hanyan.
He didn't lie.
Bi Shengnan frowned. She didn't quite believe what he said, but what if it was true? She pushed Jiang Hanyan awake and said, "A man called you and said someone's life was at stake."
"Thank you."
Jiang Hanyan rubbed her eyes, her mind a little dazed, and she hadn't come back to her senses yet. When she heard the clear and pleasant voice on the phone, she came back to her senses and listened quietly.
"I am Ji Wenchang, the president of the Special Incident Investigation Association. Welcome to join the association."
"Which Ji is your last name?"
Jiang Hanyan was very excited. She met people with the surname Ji again and again. She felt as if she was being drawn by some mysterious force to meet these people.
"The Ji in Ji Fa and Ji Weibo in your dormitory are relatives." Ji Wenchang explained.
Ji Weibo didn't know him, but he knew Ji Weibo.
Because of his special horoscope, he was raised outside since he was a child. Many people in the Ji family had never seen him, or even heard of him.
"What matter of life and death do you want to talk to me about?" Jiang Hanyan asked.
It sounds like Ji Wenchang has a special status in the Ji family. I wonder if he has any relationship with Doudou?
"This weekend the association is going to hold a one-night tour of a haunted house, and you're invited to join."
"What time and where will we meet?"
"Gather at the school gate at 7pm on Friday evening."
"Okay, see you then."
Jiang Hanyan agreed readily. She was now more interested in Ji Wenchang and the Ji family.
Since the mysterious force is drawing her towards the Ji family, she must thoroughly investigate the Ji family's secrets.
After hanging up the phone, Jiang Hanyan met Bi Shengnan's serious face and asked, "What kind of life-threatening matter is this?"
"It was the president of the Special Event Investigation Association who invited me to join a one-night tour of a haunted house on the weekend." Jiang Hanyan said with a smile.
Bi Shengnan gritted her teeth and silently cursed Ji Wenchang to get hemorrhoids, which calmed her down a little.
She planned to read for a while, but music started playing from the speakers, and class was about to start. Bi Shengnan became even angrier and said angrily, "You wasted five minutes of my time. I can memorize ten words now, Hanyan. You are not a good enough president!"
"When we meet this weekend, I will convey your comments to him, word for word!"
Jiang Hanyan couldn't help laughing. It was okay to not let Bi Shengnan eat, but disturbing her studies was something she couldn't forgive.
"Then add one more thing: his morals and conduct are too poor!" Bi Shengnan said seriously.
"OK!"
Jiang Hanyan suppressed her laughter and nodded.
Bi Shengnan snorted and went to class with her book in her arms.
After class, Jiang Hanyan went straight home. She wanted to eat spicy fish today, so she rode her bike to the market and bought a big grass carp. She asked the boss to kill it and then carried it home.
Doudou was playing with other kids downstairs, while Jinshanshan was taking a leisurely walk nearby, leading a chicken. Doudou asked Aunt Wang to buy it for Jinshanshan, saying that the chicken should be a companion to him.
Jiang Hanyan felt that Jin Shanshan, the overbearing chicken president, was adopting a very avant-garde training model. Every day, Jin Shanshan personally took care of the chicken and taught it the rules, which was very responsible.
Aunt Wang was chatting with a group of people, and Jiang Hanyan walked over.
"An old lady died in Mianhua Lane. She was not too old, less than 60 years old. She was in good health. Who would have thought that she would suddenly fall and die today?"
"This is what it means when the King of Hell tells you to die at three o'clock in the morning, but you can't wait until five o'clock."
"Some people who look healthy usually die quickly, while others who are sickly take medicine every day and live longer."
Everyone was talking about the dead old lady and the uncertainty of life and death. Jiang Hanyan became interested and asked, "Did the old lady who died suddenly fall?"
"Yes, it was my colleague's mother. She had always been in good health. The road was flat that day, and there were no banana or watermelon peels. She was walking normally when she fell down. She died when she was sent to the hospital. The doctor said it was a cerebral hemorrhage. It was really weird."
A woman shook her head as she spoke. Even though the person who died was someone else's mother, she still felt that life is unpredictable and a good person can just be gone in an instant.
Jiang Hanyan frowned, feeling that the death of this old lady was somewhat unusual.
"People should be more open-minded. Eat when you need to eat, drink when you need to drink, and spend when you need to spend. You might die one day, leaving behind a pile of money for others to enjoy. My colleague's mother would not even eat meat, and she liked to pick up rags on the street. My colleague has complained about her several times. Now she is fine, she has not enjoyed any happiness at all."
"Isn't this the same as Shi Cuifeng, who nearly lost her life because she picked up a pair of leather shoes? A pair of shoes only cost a few dozen yuan, but going to the hospital would cost thousands."
"Could it be that your colleague's mother also picked up a pair of leather shoes?"
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Someone suddenly said something, and the air immediately became quiet. Everyone felt a gust of cold wind and a chill on their backs.
"Xiao Jiang, is this true? Otherwise, how could he die for no reason?" someone asked.
"It's hard to say since I haven't seen him. Maybe his life span has really come to an end."
Jiang Hanyan spoke very conservatively. In fact, she also had her suspicions. If Shi Cuifeng was not used as a scapegoat, the original owner of the shoes must have found another one. Could it be this dead old lady?
She went home and released the grass carp, and prepared to go to Mianhua Alley to check, hoping that the old lady had not been cremated yet.
"Xiao Jiang, are you going out again?" Aunt Wang asked with concern.
"Um, I forgot to buy onions, ginger and garlic."
Jiang Hanyan smiled and rode away on her bike.
"Xiao Jiang had onions, ginger and garlic in her bag just now. Could she have gone to Mianhua Lane?" Someone was smart enough to guess Jiang Hanyan's intention.
Everyone looked at each other, feeling their backs getting colder and colder.
But some people wanted to watch the fun, so they followed quietly, since Mianhua Alley was close by.
After riding for more than ten minutes, we arrived at Mianhua Lane. There was no need to ask, as there was a mess in front of a Shikumen house. It was obviously this place.
There were a lot of people gathered at the gate. There was a dead body lying in the courtyard. A master was tidying up the remains. There were also a few people crying. They should be the relatives of the deceased.
Jiang Hanyan immediately saw the pair of leather shoes on the deceased's feet. They were exactly the same as the ones picked up by Shi Cuifeng. They were also used to find a scapegoat. Moreover, the evil spirit on this pair of shoes was even stronger. It was obvious that the original owner could not wait any longer.
Another scapegoat!
Who was the original owner? "Oh, it's so scary, I can't close my eyes!"
Someone started shouting and there were heart-wrenching cries.
"Mom, go with peace of mind. We will take good care of Dad and won't let him find another wife."
"It's useless. Think about it again. What was the thing that your mother couldn't let go of the most when she was alive?" The master wiped the dead man's eyes hard, but he was still staring blankly. Even though the master was knowledgeable and well-trained, his scalp numbed by the stare.
(End of this chapter)