The first seven is a superstitious statement that has been a long-standing source among the people.

According to legend, after a person dies, he will return to his home in the world on the seventh day to see his family.

Then you will be reincarnated with peace of mind and no longer have any nostalgia for the world.

For the deceased who came back in the first seven years, the family usually needs to prepare a wealth of tributes for the deceased to enjoy.

We also need to prepare the ashes of wood to scatter on the ground to verify whether the deceased has returned.

In addition, boiled eggs should be placed in four corners of the room to worship the chicken feet gods, hoping that the deceased would stay at home for a while.

Su He wanted to take Shen Lang and arrange something with him to pay tribute to Wang Daqing's family of six.

At this time, the two came to Wang Daqing's house.

The seizure has been lifted here and there is no one.

But no one dares to live in it, and he can't even rent it out.

It has become a veritable "haunted house".

Shen Lang watched Su He finish the resettlement in a familiar way, and was puzzled.

"Su He, why are you so familiar with this trick?"

After the girl came in, she cleaned the house spotlessly and then started to arrange it.

After I was busy with everything, I had already sweated a lot.

Shen Lang was willing to help, but he really didn't understand these customs and could only watch from the side.

When Su He saw Shen Lang ask her, he smiled unnaturally.

"You also know my job, and the victims you come into contact with every day. Of course, you must know a little about this."

In fact, she didn't say anything.

She had already done this when she was five years old, but the memories were too painful and I couldn't bear to think too much.

Shen Lang didn't notice Su He's strange appearance and asked strangely: "But I remember that you can't believe in feudal superstitions in your work, right?"

Su He was stunned and evenly spread the wood ash to the door.

"We don't believe it, but the dead are the most important thing, and someone will always do these things. Would you let the five-year-old Baoer come back to do these things?"

Shen Lang nodded, "That's right, how can a five-year-old child do such a thing? I'm sorry for you, let me do it!"

He wants to take over the wood ash from Su He's hand.

Su He flashed and dodged him, his face turned red and said, "Don't, men should not touch these, it will easily cause bad luck."

Shen Lang smiled and forced him to snatch it.

"If I don't recruit me, I'll be grateful for it, and I'm still afraid of this!"

Su He smiled and suddenly realized that the two were perfect matches.

One is a female forensic doctor who everyone keeps away from, and the other is a broom star that everyone avoids.

Thinking of this, his fair face turned red again.

But she also knew that the man in front of her already had a girl she liked.

Yan Bingbing, a famous host in the country, and the goddess of the dream of the otaku.

How could Shen Lang fall in love with him?

Unless Yan Bingbing dislikes this guy too unlucky and takes the initiative to stay away from him.

Su He shook his head, threw away these unrealistic ideas, and focused on making arrangements with Shen Lang.

When I finish everything, it's already past nine o'clock in the evening.

The two went out to eat something briefly, and then returned to Wang Daqing's house.

It's almost ten o'clock.

Su He held a bouquet of incense and worshiped respectfully, muttering words in his mouth.

"Please bless Baoer with good health and health, and will be free from illness and disasters in his life, so that she can forget what she did when she was a child, grow up happily, and never let her be like me..."

Seeing this, Shen Lang sighed and cast an incense stick for Wang Daqing's family of six.

"And what else do we have to do?"

After finishing everything, Shen Lang looked at the flickering incense candle in the middle of the living room, and asked with his empty eyes.

Not far from the living room, there are two human-shaped marks drawn on the ground.

That was the death posture of the deceased when the police station investigated and solved the case.

Even if he was heartless, he could not help but feel panic when he looked at the flashing candles and two human-shaped marks.

Seeing that Shen Lang was a little scared, Su He smiled.

"Then, you'll be guarding at the door, wait for them to come back, just remember to open the door!"

What?

Shen Lang's scalp was numb and he stammered: "You still have to greet him at the door. Wouldn't they go in through the door?"

When he thought of him guarding Wang Daqing's doorstep in the middle of the night, six shadows floating over him.

You have to shout 'Welcome home'.

Shen Lang just thought it was too terrifying.

"Puchi! Hahaha, you pig's head, really believe it!"

Su He couldn't hold back and bent over with a smile.

The ice flowers bloom, and there is no cold look.

Shen Lang realized that he had been fooled and said with a stinky face: "Okay, Su He, if you are there, don't get into my arms at night!"

Su He waved his hand, "You think it's beautiful! Will I be scared?"

She smiled and walked towards the bedroom next to her.

"Come in the house, the first seven cannot stay outside. The stranger should avoid it from far away and don't hit the dead."

She told Shen Lang about the taboos of the first seven.

The older generation said that no matter what movement you hear, don’t go out to check it out.

Don't make any noise, it's best to fall asleep until dawn.

When the next day passes, you can remove everything, which is considered to be a commemoration of the dead.

Su He sat down at the head of the bed in the bedroom and looked at Shen Lang with a smile.

"Just sleep on the ground and don't have nightmares at night."

Shen Lang looked at the arrangement on the bed, then looked at the ground, and felt a sense of emotion in his heart.

Su He laid a thick mat on the ground.

On the mat, there are brand new mattresses, bed sheets and pillows that have been prepared long ago.

The whole set is brand new, I'm afraid Shen Lang feels uncomfortable.

On the bed, she simply laid a new sheet and did not prepare anything else.

Su He was very considerate for Shen Lang.

Shen Lang thought for a while, "No, I want to sleep in the bed!"

As he said that, he lay down and couldn't get up again.

Seeing that he was like a scoundrel, Su He suddenly came to him and was in a panic.

"Ah, we... how can we... how can we sleep in a bed!"

She tried to push Shen Lang, but her hands couldn't use any strength.

Shen Lang was stunned.

"No, Su He, I said I want to sleep in the bed. You go to the ground to sleep. What are you thinking!"

"ah?"

Su He's face was terriblely dark and kicked Shen Lang.

"roll!"

Shen Lang fell to the mat on the ground with a whistle.

Su He turned off the lights in the bedroom in anger and lie on the bed with his clothes in his arms.

"Sleep! Let's talk nonsense again, I'll ask you to go to the door to welcome the guests!"

Shen Lang touched his nose, smiled bitterly and stopped talking.

The cool summer quilt, pillows and sheets on my body all emit a fragrance.
To be continued...