"Where is that old man?" I turned to Duanmuqing and asked.
He just told me what happened, but he didn't tell me that the old man had been sent to the underworld by him.
I thought that the old man was still in the earthly world. I would know what happened if I asked him.
"Um...that I sent people to the underworld."
After hearing my words, Duanmuqing scratched his scalp in embarrassment and said.
"What?" I was a little confused.
There is obviously something wrong with that old man. Why did this guy send the person to the underworld without asking him clearly?
"I was busy with the live broadcast at the time, so I didn't pay attention to it, so..." Duanmuqing said.
I looked at this guy and felt a little annoyed.
"You are a shady person in the underworld. This is your main business. Brother, please stop messing up." I said helplessly.
Duanmuqing waved his hand and said angrily: "Okay, okay, I understand. I will pay attention to it in the future. Just tell me what to do about this matter."
I frowned. The old man named Zhao Qingting would never say those incomprehensible words before going to the underworld for no reason. He must have seen something.
But now that he had sent Duanmuqing to the underworld, he couldn't ask even if he wanted to.
He said that many people would die on the day of the temple fair. Is this true?
"Boss, I've told you a long time ago that this bitch is unreliable. It's simply not possible to let him do it under the hood. Why don't you let me do it from now on?"
At this time, the old Taoist who was full of resentment against Duanmuqing seized the opportunity to attack him.
I ignored the old Taoist. Although Duanmuqing was not very reliable, he was still much better than the old Taoist. Who knew that one day this guy would cause trouble in the belly of a big girl again.
And the most important point is the identity of a seasoned Taoist.
He is the reincarnation of Zhong Kui. Back then, Zhong Kui was a heavenly master, and his status in the underworld was equal to that of the Lord of Hell.
Although the old Taoist looks very wretched now, he is still Zhong Kui after all.
A little shady identity is really not worthy of him.
"In this case, we have to go there on the day of the temple fair." I said helplessly.
I'm not a person who wants to meddle in other people's business, and the general hasn't been found yet, so I don't want to be distracted.
However, there will be too many people at the temple fair three days later. If something happens, many people may be implicated.
It would be okay if I didn't know about it, but now that I know it, I can't remain indifferent.
After all, no matter how salty I am, I am still only ten people. There are some things that I cannot stand by and watch.
The old man must have known something, so he wanted to tell Duanmu Qing before entering the underworld. Unexpectedly, the sissy did not even listen to what he said and was sent directly to the underworld.
What exactly was he talking about?
What is that thing that is about to wake up in his mouth?
There were a lot of people on the day of the temple fair, and I was afraid something would happen, so I called Xu Yang the next day and asked him to come to the shop, and then told him what happened.
Now that Xu Yang has followed me, he has seen a lot of things in the world, and he was even possessed by Qiongqi once.
So after hearing what I said, he didn't show too much shock, he just frowned.
"I understand, I will bring my brothers' ideas with me on the day of the temple fair." After hearing what I said, Xu Yang nodded.
Then he looked at me nervously, swallowed, and asked, "Will there be anything unclean this time?"
Possessed by Qiongqi, Xu Yang's life was almost wiped out, which made him scared when he thought about it.
So now he is scared out of his wits.
"I don't know, I can only wait until that day." I said to him.
After hearing my words, Xu Yang was stunned for a moment, and then sighed heavily, knowing that he was probably in trouble again this time.
"How about we go to his house and take a look first?" Xu Yang looked at me and said.
Hearing his words, I couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.
I have been thinking about the temple fair, but I actually forgot about it.
That Zhao Qingting's body should not have been cremated yet. You should know what he went through before his death by taking a look at his body.
"Okay." I nodded and agreed.
Xu Yang took out his mobile phone and made a call. It should be to the police, asking about the location of Zhao Qingting's home.
After a while, the location was sent to me, and Xu Yang and I walked out.
When I walked out of the shop door, I looked up at the sky and realized that it was already snowing, but the snowflakes were very small.
We got into the car and Xu Yang started the car.
"Lao Xu, do you usually watch Peking Opera?" I asked him boredly on the way.
Xu Yang shook his head and said: "If you don't want to read it, I don't have time at all. Besides, even if I have time, I won't read it because I don't understand it."
I shrugged my shoulders without comment. Xu Yang was the captain of the criminal police team and was very busy. Of course he didn't have time to watch Peking Opera. Let alone Peking Opera, he probably hadn't watched any TV series in general.
Moreover, Xu Yang is a rough guy, and Peking Opera is a bit difficult to understand, so it’s normal that he doesn’t like it.
Of course, I haven't heard much about that stuff. In my impression, only elderly people can hear that stuff.
But recently, because of Deyun Club, I have no time to listen to a few pieces of Peking Opera.
I don’t know if it’s because I’m getting older, but my previous views on Peking Opera have completely changed.
Peking Opera is truly a purification of the Chinese quintessence, and it is so comfortable to listen to.
Xu Yang and I chatted for about twenty minutes, and Xu Yang stopped the car in front of a small western-style building.
This place should not be part of the urban area. It is a suburb. The rows of small single-family houses look very beautiful. They are places that only rich people can afford.
It seems that Zhao Qingting should be richer.
This is normal. In the past, opera singers could not get on stage and were laughed at as actors.
In recent years, the country has vigorously promoted national culture, and the careers of old artists who had previously had a difficult life have ushered in a second spring, and their status has risen a lot.
As his status rises, his income will naturally rise, so it is not surprising that Zhao Qingting can live here.
There are two white lanterns hanging at the door of the villa, one on each side, and an elegiac couplet is posted on the door.
Xu Yang walked over directly, then reached out and pressed the doorbell.
Not long after, a middle-aged man in black came out.
He glanced at Xu Yang and me with some confusion. When I was worried about how to identify myself, the man invited us in without asking anything.
Xu Yang and I looked at each other, and there was nothing strange about it.
Zhao Qingting is a well-known old artist in Jishui and has many fans. I think this person also regarded us as fans who came to express condolences.
This is just right and saves us wasting our time.
The man took us to the yard at the back. There was a mourning hall arranged here. There was a coffin outside the mourning hall, and inside there was a bed. On it lay an old man wearing a shroud. It was the dead Zhao Qingting.
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According to the custom here in Jishui, when a person dies, he must remain in mourning at home for two days before being cremated and mourned.
Zhao Qingting's recently deceased body had not had time to be cremated.
I took a look at the parked corpses and saw nothing.
However, Zhao Qingting's ghost has been sent to the underworld by Duanmuqing, so the suspension of the spirit doesn't really mean much.
There is an offering table in the innermost part of the mourning shed, with tributes on it, and behind it is the portrait of Zhao Qingting. The old man has a serious expression, quite like a master.
Outside the tomb, there were many people sitting there, drinking tea and chatting. Many of them were elderly people.
It should be Zhao Qingting's colleague.
There are a row of shelves on both sides of the mourning shed. On the shelves are pieces of python robes, which are props for singing operas.
Seeing more than a dozen python robes, I couldn't help but take a deep breath.
I have seen some reports and know that these python robes are not cheap and are real handicrafts.
And I can see that the python robes placed in the mourning hall should all be handmade products, and the price of this kind of craftsmanship is calculated in square centimeters.
There are more than a dozen pieces here, and their value should not be underestimated!
I think these python robes were probably used by Zhao Qingting when he was on stage. Now that he is dead, the family took out these python robes. Could it be that they wanted to use them as funerary objects?
