By the time we arrived at the place where Lao An and Xiao Liu were talking about, it was already approaching evening, and only the last section of the setting sun was hanging over the top of the Western Mountain, reflecting a bright red all around.

This is a funeral parlor far away from the county town and close to the mountains.

My hometown is very backward. The public security department does not have a specialized criminal technology laboratory, and the conditions of the county hospital are also very poor. Some people who died violently were placed in the Xishan funeral parlor. In addition, the folk customs in my hometown are relatively traditional, and there are weddings and funerals.

A set of methods passed down from our ancestors. During the funeral, the funeral parlor does not have to do the work at all. Relatives help with the funeral. Over time, the funeral parlor has almost become a place dedicated to storing corpses. If no one claims it, it will be done.

Or people who died violently, basically all are placed here.

I have heard before that this place is not peaceful, and weird things often happen. Some people get drunk and fall asleep outside the funeral home in the middle of the night. When they open their eyes the next day, they find themselves lying in the coffin shop, and directly

Nailed into the coffin.

Thinking about the possibility that my parents might be involved in this, I felt sour in my heart. I gritted my teeth and held back the tears that were about to burst out again.

For a place dedicated to storing corpses, five or six o'clock is already very late. The funeral parlor is deserted and deserted. There is only an old man with a hunchback waiting, wearing a dirty and wrinkled old Chinese tunic suit and a marching hat.

, at first glance, it looks like a lonely old man who has no children to care about, making a living here.

It was obvious that this was not the first time that Lao An and Xiao Liu came back here. They were very familiar with the old gatekeeper. After a few words of negotiation, they took the keys and led us directly into the museum.

On the way, I heard Brother Yaozi and Lao Bai chatting behind them, saying that something was really not right here, that there must be something unclean, and that the murderous people should be entrenched here and refused to leave, except for the old guard.

Son, whoever stays here for one night will be tricked by evil spirits.

Because the old man is very old and has a lot of yin energy, and he may not have much time left to live. Moreover, because he has stayed here for many years, he has a lot of yin energy on his body, and he is completely like a living dead. In the eyes of the evil ghost, he is very different from the living dead.

There is no difference between people of the same kind, so they will naturally not make trouble for each other.

The terrain in the museum is very complicated, and due to the aging of the circuits, the lights in many places are not working, and some of the light bulbs in various places are flickering, which is very eye-catching, and it feels like walking into a haunted house.

Lao An took us around the museum for a long time, and finally stopped in front of two large iron doors. He pulled the gate next to it, and the door opened with a "rumbling", and a bit of cold air hit our faces.

Come, it has even formed into white cold mist.

"There is no other way but to store it here."

Lao An explained: "When we found it, the body had obvious signs of decay. If it was not refrigerated, it would be completely rotten within two or three days."

"Why so fast?!"

Lao Bai puzzled: "When you came here yesterday, you happily said that you found some traces. The couple should still be alive. Why is the body rotten today?"

"That's just speculation!"

Xiao Liu said: "Maybe the traces we found were left by the victim a few days ago, when the couple had already been killed."

I can't understand these things in detail.

I had already run out of ideas. Although I hadn't really seen it yet, my mind was already blank. After a moment of silence, I said: "If...I mean if, it is really my parents, can I mention it?"

This is a request, I want to take them back and bury them properly, we can’t just freeze them like this!”

Xiao Liu immediately refused, saying it was against the regulations, but was stopped by Lao An.

"My child, I can understand your feelings. People in our hometown do have such a special emphasis on burial. Not to mention this, even cremation cannot be accepted. Some old people turned red with anxiety when they heard about cremation.

, who knows whether you will still feel after death? What if you throw it in and still feel pain? I haven’t seen some people sitting up with fever?! After all, in my heart, I still believe in burial.

It's the same thing, but this thing is different, you have to think like this, you want to be buried early out of filial piety, but if the murderer is really not found, then the couple will not be able to rest in peace even after they are buried!"

Lao An patted my shoulder, took out another cigarette, took out a small bottle of wine from his bag and handed it to me, and said, "Take a break here, adjust your condition, and then go in to identify."

In fact, judging from their appearance, they probably have the same thoughts as me.

It is said that relatives are asked to identify, but no matter how good the eyesight of relatives is, can it be better than DNA testing done by other modern instruments? In the final analysis, it is just a final confirmation. Everyone knows in their hearts that the people lying inside are most likely my parents.

Already.

Lao An gave me wine, probably because he wanted me to calm down and numb my nerves, which was also a good intention.

But I didn't accept it. If I got to this point and had to go see my dad in a daze, I was afraid I would have to be a coward for the rest of my life. In the end, I just took a cigarette and squatted at the door to smoke it before I got up and left.

Go in.

This so-called cold room is actually no different from the cold storage for frozen ice cream and meat. The walls are insulated, and the top is the machine, which is running rumblingly. Lao An turned on the light outside, and I walked in a few steps

I saw two beds parked in the middle, with bodies wrapped in black body bags on them.

From the door to the mortuary bed, it was only a dozen steps, but it was the most difficult road I had ever walked in my life. My legs felt like they were filled with lead. After walking a few steps, they started to tremble.

When I got to the bed, I had almost no strength at all. I stared at the black body bag for a long time like a fool, and then I unzipped it little by little with trembling hands.

Inside, there was a corpse that had long been beyond recognition.

The most bizarre thing is that the whole face of this corpse is gone, as if someone had cut off the face with a sword. You can already see the dense skull underneath. There are large and dark spots on the body, and there are some in some places.

Signs of corruption.

As soon as I saw the corpse, I finally couldn't hold it in any longer, so I threw myself on the corpse and started crying loudly.

Regardless of body shape or appearance, I can confirm that the man in front of me is indeed my dad!!

"Condolences!"

Lao An came behind me at some point, patted my shoulder, and sighed: "When we found them, there was only that black feather at the scene. It may be related to their murderer. You should think carefully when you go back."

Think, this is important!”

Needless to say? It must be Xing Wei!

It's a pity that although I feel like a mirror in my heart, I just can't say that the flame of hatred is burning brightly.

It must have been Xing Wei who poisoned my parents, although, I don’t know how he got together with Lord Shui!

Under the influence of hatred, my tears dried up little by little, I wiped my face fiercely, and stood up with my hands on the bed.

At this time, my eyes naturally fell on my father's chest. There were knife marks there, which should have been a simple autopsy.

Apart from this knife mark, there was no other conspicuous spot on my father's chest.

But it’s the lack of anything that stands out that’s the biggest problem!

My eyes changed. I brushed Lao An away, held up the corpse's head with both hands, and looked at the back of the neck. It was as smooth as ever!

"you……"

Xiao Liu hesitated and said, "What's wrong with you?"

How could I have time to pay attention to him? I quickly walked to the other bed and immediately opened the body bag.

There was a woman in the bag, but unlike the corpse in the other bag, this woman still preserved half of her face. However, that half of her face looked like a broken rag doll, and it was obviously sewn back together later.

.

This half of the face looks so familiar, it’s my mother!

But at this time, I had no mood swings. I held the woman's head and turned it left and right, and glanced at her neck.

how so?

My shock has reached an unbearable level...

"Child? Child!"

Lao An called me several times, finally pushed me and said, "Have you discovered anything?!"

I woke up with a start, my eyes turned red, and I burst into tears again. This time I simply sat on the ground and cried.

"Xinya, Yaozi, take care of Jingzhe."

My master sighed softly, stepped forward and asked, "You two, can you tell us... where the body was found?"

"There's nothing to hide. I just found it in Shizui Bay not far from here."

Lao An shook his head and said: "A villager who went out to herd sheep discovered it first. I guess this matter won't be hidden for long, and it will probably spread soon."

My master thanked them both profusely, waved his hands at the same time, and asked Zhang Xinya and Brother Yaozi to pick me up and walk out.

When we got outside, Lao An and Xiao Liu originally wanted to see us off, but my master declined, saying that I must be in a bad mood, so they walked with me, but Lao An and the others left without saying anything.

"Let's go and see where the body was found. It's not very far from here!"

My master made up his mind and called us to walk towards the mountains. But before we had gone far, he suddenly laughed.

"Uncle!"

Zhang Xinya was a little angry and couldn't help but said: "Er Gouzi just lost his parents, how can you still laugh?"

"He can cry, why can't I laugh?"

My master shook his head gently and said, "Jingzhe, were you pretending to cry just now?"

Without giving me a chance to speak, he then said: "No, to be precise, the first few times I cried for real, but the last time... it was fake crying, right?"
Chapter completed!