Chapter 117: Not Crying All the Time
It's because inside the police station, that Song Song's police asked about the topic although it is very standard, I almost did a private detective, naturally know that this is a very routine case process.
But there was nothing strange at the scene, and I knew that Dad's death was definitely related to the sound of the knock on the door last night.
But morning research dew clearly did not hear this knocking sound.
I also asked mom last night how dad went out.
Mom cried and said: "I don't know, he was sleeping in a daze when he suddenly got up and said someone knocked on the door. Who would come at this time of night? I didn't hear anything. He froze and said there was a knock on the door, then went out to the bedroom."
Mom cried again as she spoke. Trembling, she said, "Your dad is usually a good drinker, his body was already bad, always hallucinating and whatnot, I didn't care. But ……"
Song Song closed the transcript, let us go to a person and he walked the process. Dad is not a normal death, can not rule out someone murder.
It is necessary to file a case for investigation.
A process down, mom also finally recovered some, at least not always crying. But I was able to feel the dead air on the mom.
Heart disturbed, morning research Lu patted my shoulder.
I was hesitant to pick up the phone, I want to go to find Mao Beiqiu.
Dad's death, absolutely and last night's knock on the door can not be unrelated.
But now mom alone state is really too dangerous, I considered, decided to let the morning research dew first in my mom next to guard, by the way, the police investigation when you need what cooperation can also be done in a timely manner.
Then I gave my mom a small lie, dialed the phone of Rongrong sister.
Rongrong sister's voice on the other side of the phone is a little confused, the two should not have gotten up.
I hesitated for a minute, but still opened my mouth to her and said, "Sister Rongrong, something happened at my home."
Sister Rong Rong's voice instantly sobered up, then gave an ah and immediately asked me what was wrong.
I forced back the sourness in my nose and directly said, "Something happened to my father, I want to find my brother-in-law to help."
Brother-in-law is Mao Biqiu, Rongrong sister did not hesitate, after saying a sentence immediately, the phone side was silent for a moment.
Then immediately came a familiar and somewhat cold voice.
"What is it?" Mao Biqiu's voice came over, and I told Mao Biqiu word for word what happened last night, and that my father died this morning.
Mao Biqiu was silent for a moment, then said, "I want to see your father."
Sister Rongrong was newly married, yet I was newly bereaved, and didn't want to disturb their lives, but I had no choice.
Other than Mao Bisui, I really couldn't think of anyone else who could help me.
Mao Biqiu and I arranged to meet in front of the police station, after about half an hour of time Mao Biqiu appeared.
His face was a little heavy, did not say much, I took him to the police station inside.
Just in time to see Song Song and my mom and the morning research dew in the exchange of what.
My mom's face was obviously very ugly, and she was talking vehemently.
Chen Yanlu saw me coming at this time and gave me a greeting.
Song Song did the same, I walked over to my mom, who shook her head at Song Song again and said, "I don't agree to sign."
I frowned, signing?
Chen Yanlu gave me a wink, and just as I was about to understand, Song Song shook his head at me and said, "An autopsy of the body can bring more clues to solving the case. After all, there's nothing else to be found on the deceased right now."
Song Song said none of it was wrong. I glanced at Mao Biqiu and he shook his head slightly.
Then I turned to Song Song and said, "Officer Song. Trouble for you, this word, we still can't sign."
Song Song frowned, then shook his head and said, "Well then, we are not able to deduce that it was a homicide based on the current clues, so ……"
Mao Biqiu, however, spoke, "I want to see the body."
I raised my eyelids and said that Mao Biqiu was really still the same. Song Song looked at me strangely, and I immediately explained to him, "He is my brother-in-law. He wants to ……"
Song Song nodded, then turned his life around and led us inside.
I was worried that my mom would cry out again after seeing my dad, so I asked Chen Yanlu to accompany my mom, and originally Chen Yanlu refused.
But at night Chen Yanlu is not heard that knocking sound, so Chen Yanlu follow Mao Biqiu side has no use.
I still did not tell Chen Ranlu night knocking thing, but pulled a few reasons, Chen Ranlu immediately heard that I was perfunctory him.
But he didn't say anything either, and instead took my mom in another direction.
Mao Biqiu and I followed Song Song to the door of the morgue.
He pulled open the door and walked in with the two of us.
Then stopped in front of a mortuary car.
Song Song frowned and said, "The coroner's conclusion results in sudden death, many possibilities, the most likely is that she was overly shocked."
"But we also surveyed the scene and didn't find anything else that has the merit of being suspected. And the deceased was found with his face turned toward the inside of the house."
"It can't be ruled out that it was displaced by the killer after death, but with the clues we have so far, there's no way we can extrapolate there. Ms. Homi." Song Song lifted the white cloth and wanted to say something else.
But he suddenly sucked in a breath of cool air.
I shivered in shock.
Beneath the white cloth, my father's face, hideous and terrifying, was even more hideous than when we found him.
Both eyes stared almost bulging out. Song Song recovered after being surprised, but his brows were furrowed tightly, obviously wanting to say something.
Just at this time, Mao Bijiu suddenly reached out and put a compress on my dad's face, then after his hand left. Dad's face returned to normal.
But the ghastly whiteness and iron bruises were still there, people died less than a day ago, and for the time being, no corpse spots would appear.
"Are we able to bring the body back for burial?" These words were obviously not spoken by Mao Bijiu to me, but to Song Song next to him.
Song Song breathed in two breaths and said somewhat less willingly, "Yes, we can take it away, but I suggest ……"
I interrupted Song Song and said, "Thank you, Officer Song, we will immediately take my father's remains to arrange for the aftermath."
After leaving the morgue, Song Song took me to do the formalities. Chen Yanlu came up and asked us how things were going.
I waved my hand at him, signaling not to make my mom suspicious.
Mao Biqiu, on the other hand, kept frowning. I sidetracked my mom and told Chen Yanlu to go stay with her.
Mao Biqiu sighed and said: "Your father's resentful soul will not be dispersed, the corpse inside a great deal of resentment, the soul has left the body of the corpse is still struggling. I haven't seen such a scene in many years."
I heard Mao Bijie sigh, I know things must be bad, but still hold a glimmer of hope to ask Mao Bijie in the end how to do.
Mao Biqiu said, "Your father was indeed scared to death. It should be that the ghosts scared him so much that he lost his soul, and then the soul was detained again. And your dad originally had a life span of yang that hadn't yet expired, that's why his body looked like what we saw just now."
He paused and continued, "In the next few days, after we settle your father's affairs and send him to reincarnation, I will help you find that stern ghost."
I looked at Mao Biqiu gratefully, and Mao Biqiu smiled at me and said, "I didn't know that you and Rongrong were relatives before, so ……"
Extra words are always too much.
Inside the countryside does not have such advanced sayings as funerals. The aftermath, is just the simplest and most straightforward.
The news of Dad's death had long been known to all the neighbors when the police car rushed into our street early in the morning.
The funeral was organized, and a lot of people came up to visit.
We have a custom here that people who die outside their homes are not allowed to enter their homes, but Dad died at home, so he should not be bound by this custom.
Mao Bijiu directly set the spirit hall in our living room.
Then he said to my mom and me, "The partner should not be here during the wake, or the dead soul will not dare to come back for fear of seeing his old partner sad. Let Homi be the dutiful daughter, and Chen Yanlu be the dutiful son on the line."
Old mom wiped her tears and went up to her room on the second floor.
Chen Yanlu and I changed into mourning clothes and knelt in front of dad's spirit table.
Money makes the devil work. In a few hours, the entire memorial hall was set up.
Dad was lying in a black wooden coffin, the lid of which had not yet been closed, but only the last picture had been placed on the altar table.
Mao Biqiu told us that we could not get up after kneeling. He told us that we could not get up after kneeling, and that we could only change the image when the incense went out.
Then he took out a lot of tools from his bag to make up my dad.
All dead people need make-up, especially after coming out from the police station, all the corpses are dissected and then stitched up, only after make-up can they recover some. My dad wasn't dissected, but his face was too scary.
Mao Biqiu buried himself inside the coffin and kept moving.
Chen Yanlu and I knelt in front of the hearth, our heads lowered and we didn't speak.
Outside the door, a sparse sound rang out, the wind was blowing.
Cold wind into the room, the table on the candle flame shook a little almost extinguished.
My heart skipped a beat, accompanied by a sigh of relief as the candle flame slowly returned.
But subconsciously, I started to turn back, only to see that there was nothing else behind me.
Scare myself, besides, even if there is something, it's dad's spirit that has returned.
Chen Yanlu suddenly pounded my waist, I turned over.
I turned around and saw Chen Yanlu's forehead with big drops of sweat dripping down, shivering and lifting her finger to point in the direction of the coffin.
I jerked my head up, but saw that Mao Biqiu had disappeared.
I immediately heart chilled, but did not dare to shout out, Mao Bijiu a blink of an eye can go where?
Just at this time, suddenly another baffling wind, accompanied by the sound of rumbling thunder.
The sound of clattering rain also sounded.
Inside the coffin suddenly came a rustling sound. My heart lifted up, morning research Lu also grabbed my hand always ready in case of accidents.
The sound of the coffin didn't end, instead it became clearer and a hand suddenly appeared from the edge of the coffin.
I almost bit my tongue off, but the next thing I knew, I was relieved.
Maubiqi's head lifted up from inside the coffin, then used his hand to borrow the edge of the coffin, then climbed out.
I breathed a sigh of relief, Mao Biqi greeted me and Chen Yanlu and said, "The drawing is finished, tonight the first day of the vigil, seven days later is the night of the return of the soul, if you really can't stand it you can go to sleep."
I shook my head signaling that there was nothing going on and continued the vigil with Chen Yanlu.
Mao Biqiu also stood next to the spirit platform, inside his mouth he didn't know what he was chanting, in short, I felt that the atmosphere inside the house had changed.
There was a slight coolness.
Dad, back?
After about half an hour, I realized that it should be because it was raining outside, so the temperature inside the house was low.
After Mao Biqiu finished reading, he told us to call it a night and told me and Chen Yanlu to go to bed. We were told to go to bed and get ready for tomorrow.
Only then did Chen Yanlu and I get up and thanked Mao Bijiu before returning to the upstairs bedroom.
Earlier, I went to the doorway of mom's room to listen and found that there wasn't any other sound.
Mom should be asleep.
Back to the bedroom I and Chen Ranlu did not talk much, dad died, I can not even grieve.
Mom is hurt the most a person, now can only be done first to dad after the funeral.
Then Mao Biqiu can be able to go out. Find the ghost that killed Dad.
I have a hunch that the ghost's purpose is not Dad.
It's most likely me, or Morning Glory.
Turning off the light, I fell asleep in a daze.