"Yan Qing, can you find a way to let me see Xia Zhenzhen's body?"
All the previous assumptions were just Gu Baiwei's conjectures. Only by seeing Xia Zhenzhen's body with her own eyes could she finally confirm the matter.
Shen Yanqing thought the same way as her. He didn't believe in supernatural things, but he also felt that Xia Zhenzhen couldn't really be dead.
How could someone who was perfectly healthy yesterday suddenly fall seriously ill?
Whether it was a serious illness or something else entirely, only by examining the body can we finally determine.
Shen Yanqing nodded and quickly made a phone call.
He hung up the phone and looked at Gu Baiwei with a hesitant expression, not knowing what he said to the person on the other end.
"What's wrong?"
Gu Baiwei couldn't help but ask.
“I have a friend who knows the director of the funeral home. He agreed to let us take a look, but only at night. Or should I send someone to go?”
Shen Yanqing wasn't worried about going to that kind of place late at night, but he was concerned that Gu Baiwei would be scared.
"no problem."
She's practically half dead herself, so what's there to be afraid of?
That evening, the two drove to the Linhai City Funeral Home.
The funeral home is located in a remote area in the western suburbs of the city.
The two arrived at the agreed time, and when the car stopped in front of the funeral home, they could clearly feel that the temperature around them had dropped a lot.
I used to hear older people say that this kind of place is cold because there are many ghosts and the yin energy is heavy.
Thinking of this, Da Tou unconsciously shrank his neck. He didn't know if it was just his imagination, but ever since he got off the bus, he had felt a chill on his back, as if a cold wind was blowing.
Tonight, the weather will turn cloudy. When the three of them got out of the car, the moon had just hidden behind the clouds, and it was pitch black all around.
Only the street lamp at the entrance emitted a faint light.
But the streetlight seemed to be malfunctioning, making a crackling electrical sound from time to time, and the light was flickering.
Big Head walked at the front, his leather shoes making a slight rustling sound as they rubbed against the ground, which sounded particularly eerie in the quiet night.
He swallowed hard, wanting to turn around and glance at his boss and Miss Gu behind him.
When they turned around, they found that the two people who had been following them had disappeared without them noticing.
Big Head was so scared he almost cried; the burly man, who was over 1.8 meters tall, was shaking like a sieve.
"Boss... Boss, Miss Gu... where are you?"
His usually rough voice was now as soft as a mosquito's buzz, and if you listened carefully, you could even hear a slight split at the end.
However, apart from the occasional rustling of leaves in the wind, no one responded to him.
A hand rested on his shoulder, and he could hear faint breathing nearby.
Big Head felt as if all the blood in his body had frozen instantly.
He turned his head stiffly and was met with a deathly pale face, a long, bright red tongue, rolled-back eyes, and a face covered in hideous wounds with flesh torn and twisted, a truly horrifying sight.
"A ghost...a ghost!"
Big Head almost shouted out in the air of a tenor when suddenly a hand reached out from the side and covered his mouth: "Shut up."
The familiar, cool voice made Da Tou feel like a lost child who had found his mother. He cried and turned to throw himself into Shen Yanqing's arms: "Waaah, boss, you scared me to death."
Shen Yanqing said succinctly: "Get out!"
Gu Baiwei smiled and put away the flashlight, then pulled off the realistic mask on her face, revealing her delicate and beautiful face.
Big Head: "..." That's so scary, waaaaah...
"Hey, I knew it was Miss Gu a long time ago. You're not scary at all."
Big Head was stunned for a moment, then tried to salvage his dignity.
"Then why are your legs shaking?"
Gu Baiwei stared at his legs and clicked her tongue.
Just then, the door of the funeral home suddenly creaked with a dull thud.
Startled, Da Tou quickly hid behind Shen Yanqing: "Is...is it a person or a ghost?"
Gu Baiwei found it somewhat amusing; she hadn't expected that someone as big as Da Tou would be afraid of ghosts.
A hunched figure emerged carrying a flashlight, the faint light illuminating the old man's wrinkled face.
His eyelids drooped, his gray hair was sparsely gathered at the back of his head, and he walked with a slight limp in his left leg.
"You must have been sent by Director Wang. Come in with me."
The old man's cloudy eyes scanned the three of them, finally settling on Gu Baiwei. He paused for a moment, then slowly looked away and turned to walk inside.
"Thank you for your help."
Gu Baiwei hurriedly thanked him and followed him quickly.
Shen Yanqing followed closely behind, but before he could take a step, Da Tou grabbed his clothes and said, "Boss... Boss, is there really something fishy going on here?"
"If you're scared, just stay outside."
After saying that, he disgustedly pulled back the corner of his clothes and quickly followed the two people in front of him.
Da Tou stood there for a moment, feeling a chill in the air and hearing faint rustling sounds. Without thinking, he quickly followed.
The moment I stepped into the room, the door behind me creaked shut.
In a daze, he seemed to see a dark figure flash past the doorway, which startled him so much that he hurriedly followed the person in front of him.
The old man led the three of them up to the second-floor morgue, pointing to the innermost room and saying, "There it is. Remember not to turn on the lights."
"Why...why don't you want to turn on the lights?"
Da Tou's voice trembled slightly, and he seemed to have difficulty breathing.
The old man glared at him: "The light is broken, it won't light up even if you turn it on."
Big Head: "..." Couldn't you just say the light is broken? Why did you have to say it in such a misleading way?
After giving instructions to the three of them and adding some precautions, the old man slowly limped away.
Shen Yanqing reached out and turned the doorknob. With a click, the door opened.
The moment it was opened, a blast of cold air hit me.
The three split up and carefully examined the nameplates on the refrigerator drawers one by one with their flashlights.
Soon, Gu Baiwei saw Xia Zhenzhen's name at the bottom left and hurriedly called the other two over.
Shen Yanqing looked at Da Tou: "Open it."
Big Head trembled slightly, but mustered his courage and shakily pulled open the drawer.
Lying in the drawer was a pale-faced woman who, at first glance, looked seven or eight parts similar to Xia Zhenzhen.
But upon closer inspection, you can see faint suture marks on her face that haven't fully healed; they're so faint that you can hardly see them unless you look closely.
Gu Baiwei shone her flashlight on the woman's left wrist, where there was a faint scar on the back of her hand, just like Xia Zhenzhen's.
But upon closer inspection, it was discovered that the scar was very light in color.
At this moment, she was certain that this woman was not Xia Zhenzhen at all.
Xia Zhenzhen had a burn on the back of her hand when she was a child, and a faint mark remained after it healed, making her skin darker than other areas. But the burn on this woman's hand was clearly fresh.
She straightened up, shook her head at Shen Yanqing, and said with certainty, "No."
Big Head immediately went over, closed his eyes, and closed the drawer again. Just as he closed it, he heard the sound of the door being locked.
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