The efficiency of the separate operations was really fast. Around 7:30, all the mourning halls with these three surnames on the first floor were found.
There are not many mourning halls for the surname Ma, there are two in total.
There are seven people with the surname Yang.
The surname Zhao is the most numerous, with ten in total.
In total, there are nineteen suspected mourning halls.
Although the scope is not small, a large part of it has been eliminated.
The fat man was currently poking his head in front of a mourning hall door: "Doctor, are we going to push open the coffins in these nineteen mourning halls and find clues to the ghost on the first floor?"
In theory, this is indeed the case.
However, Gu Mian's thinking has always been different from others, and he doesn't like to follow theories.
He glanced at the nineteen open mourning hall doors. In order to facilitate marking, the doors of the mourning halls that were suspected were left open, and the doors of the mourning halls that were not suspected were closed directly.
"Let me go around and take a look first." Gu Mian put her hands in her white coat.
Pushing nineteen coffin boards is also a big job. If you are unlucky, it will take an hour. And they still have the second and third floors to explore, so there is not much time to waste now.
At this time, Chu Changge was standing in front of an open mourning hall, seeming to be thinking about something.
Gu Mian didn't turn around much and came directly to his side: "What are you looking at?"
Chu Changge raised his head and glanced at Gu Mian: "Look at this mourning hall."
As he spoke, he pointed toward the door.
Gu Mian also looked inside.
There seems to be no difference between this mourning hall and other mourning halls, at least not visible on the surface.
There are bright incandescent chandeliers, huge coffins surrounded by wreaths and black and white portraits.
The person who died here was a middle-aged woman.
Short hair, not serious short hair, a bit like the hair style of the housewife in the movie. Her head is uneven, like a flat potato, and even her facial features seem to have been squashed.
The eyes are not big and slightly longer. At first glance, they look like a fox with squinting eyes. Because he smiles, he has very deep crow's feet at the corners of his eyes.
The nose is not high, the tip of the nose is a little upturned, and most of the nostrils can be seen. The lips are very thin, and they are smiling.
The overall feeling is like a snub-nosed fox face printed on a flat potato.
There are also elegiac couplets on the wreath.
"In mourning for the death of Ms. Yang, Xuzhou Public Security Department expresses condolences"
Chu Changge pointed to the elegiac couplets on the wreath: "Other people's elegiac couplets are usually sent by juniors, colleagues or work units, but this one is different."
After hearing this, Gu Mian looked at the five characters "Xuzhou Public Security Department" again.
This Xuzhou Public Security Department obviously cannot be Ms. Yang’s workplace.
Although Gu Mian, a female colleague from the public security agency, has not seen many of them, he also knows that this hairstyle that looks like it has been struck by lightning is not in line with the rules.
In other words, it is unsightly.
Therefore, Ms. Yang who died in the mourning hall was not a member of the public security profession, but she had an elegiac couplet sent by the Ministry of Public Security.
And her age at death should not be very old, because it can be seen from the photos that she was in her early forties.
"She died unexpectedly in her forties, and there was an elegiac couplet sent by the public security department. Don't you think her story might be bizarre?" Chu Changge pushed up his glasses.
"It's quite bizarre," Gu Mian agreed: "And according to your test question, the three ghosts correspond to one vehicle each, and the prison vehicle among them is also related to the public security department."
By this time, other people had gathered, and some even made bold guesses.
The uncle named Hao Laoshi said: "Could it be that the prisoner in the prison car escaped and was dragged by the brave Ms. Yang, but she also died because of it?"
possible.
"Any speculation without evidence is just hooliganism." Gu Mian glanced at the coffin in the middle: "First we have to obtain evidence."
The fat man shuddered: "Doctor, you seem to be unexpectedly enthusiastic about finding ghosts."
Gu Mian rolled up her sleeves: "Of course, I put the overall situation first. Come on, let's push the coffin."
The three players who had stood by from the beginning still didn't intend to do anything, and huddled at the door waiting for them to push the coffin.
But there are unforeseen circumstances.
Gu Mian knew that this mourning hall was abnormal, and also knew that a ghost might emerge from the coffin after it was pushed open.
But he didn't expect that when the coffin board was pushed halfway, the accident happened.
"Squeak-" The black-painted coffin board was slightly pushed open a small crack, and it was pitch black underneath.
Gu Mian was stretching his head to see what was inside. Unexpectedly, as soon as he put his head in, his vision suddenly went dark, as if he was blind.
But then, the screams coming from around him showed that there was actually nothing wrong with his eyes.
The problem is the overhead lights.
All the lights on the first floor went out, and there was no light in the darkness. Gu Mian reached out and touched something bulging to the side.
The fat man's scream suddenly burst into his ears: "It's coming out of it! It's grabbing my belly, let's run!"
Immediately afterwards, Gu Mian heard him crawling away like he was grabbing something, and the fleshy feeling in his hands disappeared.
The door is where the screams are most concentrated.
The thin man, the middle-aged uncle and the girl with freckles were not to be outdone. The three of them covered the waves one by one, like moving loudspeakers.
They screamed hastily, even breaking their voices, and they didn't forget to run away while screaming.
In the darkness, I could only hear the voices of the three of them getting further and further away, and from time to time there was the sound of someone falling.
It wasn't until everyone's screams could no longer be heard that Gu Mian's eyes adapted to the darkness a little.
He was still standing in the mourning hall, motionless.
It's not to highlight his bravery and contrast with others, but because he has experienced many strange things, just like eating and drinking, so he no longer has the passionate mood that ordinary people have.
The repeated assassinations in life have long since taught him to remain calm in the face of danger and to think clearly about problems in danger.
For example, just now, he was thinking about a question very seriously——
"Why did everyone run away?"
Finding ghosts seems to be their purpose, why do they all escape so quickly?
While he was thinking, he glanced around, trying to see clearly what was going on around him.
I saw that the door of the mourning hall was still open, and a faint light came in from the outside.
Because there are no windows in the mourning hall, the only light comes from the door. If the door is closed, Gu Mian will not be able to see anything.
A piece of the wreath beside the door fell over. It must have been knocked down by someone else in their haste to escape.
The huge black and white photo of the deceased was facing the door, and the darkness made her face look even paler. At this time, her eyes were blurry, as if she was staring closely at him.
The heavy coffin was pushed open only a small crack. Gu Mian raised her eyes and looked inside. It was pitch black and she couldn't see anything.
He didn't have any lighting tools on him, and he couldn't stick his head in directly.
There was no other way, so Gu Mian had to look for lighting tools first.
But as soon as he turned around, he bumped into something.
There is no doubt that it is human.
Because when this person was touched by him, he lost his balance and fell down. His head hit the coffin next to him with a crisp sound, and the impact seemed to be quite severe.
But the man didn't say a word, he just covered his head upright, stood up stubbornly and moved to where he was sleeping.