At dusk, Zhang Fu came out with a bottle of wine and a few packages of alcoholic peanuts and other snacks.
There was a pavilion in the middle of the cemetery. Zhang Fu took out a few wine glasses, filled them with wine, tore open the packaging of Drunken Peanuts, and poured out a stack of peanuts on the table.
"Mr. Fang, this wine is a bit off."
Zhang Fu was a little embarrassed. This wine was of the lowest quality and only cost about ten yuan a bottle.
"It's okay, I don't drink."
There were only Fang Ming and Zhang Fu in the pavilion. As for Cao Liang and Ouyang Xueqing, they were standing in the distance. This was Fang Ming's order.
"Ask your companions to come out and sit together."
Zhang Fu nodded and poured a glass of wine on the table to the ground. Although it was low-quality wine, it still had the aroma of wine. The most important thing was that when the glass of wine was poured, the whole pavilion suddenly blew gusts of wind.
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The dark wind blew, and Zhang Fu's eyes had a bright light at this moment, but the next moment his face showed doubts.
"My friends don't dare to come in." Zhang Fu looked at Fang Ming and said.
"Friends are gathering together, so there is no need to panic."
Fang Ming looked around the pavilion, and as his words fell, the wind that had just stopped became even more violent, and then, an old man appeared in front of the pavilion.
When the old man appeared, one of Cao Liang's team members who was far away trembled and said, "Captain, it's him. The ghost I met is this old man."
"Stop talking." Cao Liang signaled to his team members not to make any noise.
The old man appeared, and then a mother and son appeared. A woman in her forties also walked in holding a little girl.
The little girl looked at Fang Ming with some fear, but she still stared at the peanuts on the table greedily.
The old man and the middle-aged woman stood at the entrance of the pavilion. They first looked at Fang Ming and bowed to Fang Ming. When they saw Fang Ming nodding towards them, they sat down on the stone bench in the pavilion.
After these three people started, more ghosts appeared one after another. Without exception, these ghosts bowed to Fang Ming before daring to sit down in the pavilion.
One or two...
In the end, a total of thirteen ghosts appeared in the pavilion, and these thirteen ghosts were the thirteen that Cao Liang's team members encountered.
From the perspective of Cao Liang and others, Fang Ming was drinking and chatting happily with these thirteen ghosts at this moment.
"I would like to apologize to you all first. Zhang Fu was arrested due to the mistake of Yangjian Tolerance. It is really rare for you to act righteously."
Fang Ming bowed to these thirteen ghosts one by one, and they hurriedly smiled and waved.
However, the next moment, Fang Ming's face suddenly turned serious and his tone became serious.
"Everyone, the Yang world has its own rules, and the underworld has its rules. Since you did not go to the underworld but stayed in the underworld, you should abide by the rules of the underworld."
Fang Ming's voice was a little cold, and all thirteen ghosts sat upright.
"Zhang Fu was unjustly arrested by the police. This is a matter that belongs to the world of the yin. But you, as ghosts, actually attacked the official of the yang world. Do you know that for ghosts, you have already violated a taboo in both the yin and yang worlds."
Fang Ming's voice became stern, and the bodies of these thirteen ghosts all trembled. No one needed to tell them the rules of the Yin and Yang Realms. From the moment they were called ghosts, they had this in their minds.
"With your behavior like this, cultivators in the human world can directly make your souls fly away without suffering any evil karma."
At the end of the sentence, Fang Ming slapped his palm on the stone table. All the ghosts were trembling because they could feel the terrifying yang energy emanating from the person in front of them.
The ghost of the little girl turned pale with fright and hid in the woman's arms and cried softly.
"Perhaps you think that your actions are just to save Zhang Fu, but if all the ghosts staying in the earth are like you, wouldn't the order of the earth be disordered?"
Fang Ming's eyes swept across these thirteen ghosts. None of these ghosts dared to look at Fang Ming.
"Mr. Fang."
Zhang Fu, who had been silent all this time, spoke with a guilty look on his face, "Mr. Fang, this is all my fault. I didn't know they would do this. If there is any punishment, just punish me."
Hearing Zhang Fu speak, Fang Ming's expression softened slightly, "Zhang Fu, you are from the earth after all. After all, dealing with these ghosts will not bring you any good luck. On the contrary, it will only bring you bad luck."
After all, humans and ghosts have different paths.
"Mr. Fang, I understand what you mean, but with my appearance, no one is willing to talk to me. Only these friends will chat with me and won't dislike me."
Zhang Fu smiled bitterly, and Fang Ming did not continue the topic, but asked: "Since when can you see them."
Most people cannot see ghosts.
"It should have been ten years ago."
Zhang Fu fell into memories. One day ten years ago, when he was patrolling the cemetery normally, he suddenly saw a little girl sitting in front of a tombstone. The little girl was sitting in front of the tombstone and crying.
Since these days were the days for sweeping graves, Zhang Fu wondered if one of the grave sweepers was careless and left the child in the cemetery?
Zhang Fu is a warm-hearted person and quickly stepped forward to ask what happened to the little girl and whether she had become lost with her family.
However, the little girl's answer surprised Zhang Fu. The little girl said that she made a mistake and was kicked out of the house by her mother.
When a child makes a mistake, he is kicked out of his family and sent to the cemetery?
Zhang Fu didn't know what to say for a moment, so he decided to take the little girl to the management office and ask his colleagues in the management office to help find the little girl's parents.
However, the strange thing is that when he held the little girl's hand and walked to the management office, several colleagues laughed at him because he had drunk too much and was still awake.
Where did the little girl come from? He was obviously the only one.
Zhang Fu didn't believe it. The little girl was clearly in his hand. Why couldn't these colleagues see it?
However, surveillance cameras had been installed in the cemetery at that time. Zhang Fu could see from the surveillance screen that he was the only one in the entire surveillance room, but it was clear that the little girl was holding his hand.
After working in the cemetery for so long, Zhang Fu didn't know anything. He soon knew that he must have encountered a ghost.
Zhang Fu was a little scared at first, but later when he found out that the little girl did not harm him at all, and even met the little girl's mother later, he understood in his heart that ghosts are not all bad.
A lonely person in real life, even if he knew these people were ghosts, he didn't care. From then on, he played with the little girl every day, and then he got to know more and more ghosts in the cemetery over the years.
"Did you wake up during the Qingming Tomb Sweeping Day?"
Fang Ming fell into deep thought, and soon he understood why Zhang Fu had opened his dark eyes.
The Qingming Festival is a festival for the living to worship the dead. The yin energy is very strong these days, and the cemetery is one of the places with the heaviest yin energy. It is very likely that Zhang Fu was exposed to too much yin energy on that day.
, it was a combination of circumstances that led to the opening of the vaginal eye.
This kind of situation is not non-existent. After all, there are all kinds of strange things in the world. Some people are born with dark eyes, and some people have dark eyes. Although they are rare, they do exist.
"Everyone, you are staying in the earthly world for your own reasons. I will not care about this. But if you violate the rules of the earthly world next time, don't blame me."
Fang Ming did not continue and looked at the thirteen ghosts, who nodded quickly, indicating that they would never do it again next time.
"Zhang Fu, don't deal with these ghosts. This is my advice to you."
Standing up, Fang Ming left from the pavilion, and as he stood up, the thirteen ghosts also disappeared one after another, leaving Zhang Fu alone in the pavilion watching Fang Ming leave.
"Mr. Fang, how are you?" Cao Liang asked quickly when he saw Fang Ming coming out of the pavilion.
"The problem of ghosts has been solved. As for the murderer of the child, you have to find another murderer."
Fang Ming did not intend to interfere in the criminal case, because the matter had little to do with him.
"Thank you very much, Mr. Fang."
Cao Liang nodded. Now that the ghost matter has been solved, they naturally have to rely on themselves to catch the real murderer.
"Then Zhang Fu doesn't need to be taken back to the police station."
"Listen to Mr. Fang."
In fact, the arrest of Zhang Fu was indeed a bit hasty. Since it was certain that Zhang Fu was not the murderer, there was no need to take him back to the police station.
"I'm leaving first."
Fang Ming left, rejected Cao Liang's request to send it off, and took a taxi directly to the store after leaving the cemetery.
Zhang Fu's matter was settled for Fang Ming, but when he received a call from Cao Liang the next day, he was stunned for a moment.
An hour later.
Fang Ming rushed to the cemetery. At this moment, the cemetery had already set up a cordon to prohibit irrelevant people from approaching. When Fang Ming arrived, Ouyang Xueqing was waiting here.
"Fang Ming, this morning the cemetery staff found that no one was cleaning the cemetery, so they went to find Zhang Fu, but there was no one in Zhang Fu's room, and then they found Zhang Fu kneeling in front of a tombstone.
When I got there, I walked forward and found that Zhang Fu was already dead."
Ouyang Xueqing's face was a little pale, and she deliberately emphasized her tone, "Zhang Fu's filaments are a bit scary, you have to be mentally prepared for a while."
Fang Ming didn't say anything. His face was gloomy. Zhang Fu was dead. After he asked Cao Liang and others to let Zhang Fu go, it can be said that Zhang Fu's death had a cause and effect with him.
Following Ouyang Xueqing, he walked all the way into the cemetery, and finally came to a group of neatly arranged tombs. Fang Ming saw Zhang Fu.
"Mr. Fang..."
Cao Liang was also here, but Fang Ming just waved his hand to indicate that there was no need to say anything, and he walked straight towards Zhang Fu.
"Hey, who are you? This is a crime scene, don't come close."
"Forensic Doctor Qin, this is our specially hired expert." Cao Liang stopped the forensic doctor who was examining the corpse.
Fang Ming walked to Zhang Fu's body. At this moment, Zhang Fu was kneeling in front of a tombstone. Nothing could be seen from the back. However, when Fang Ming saw Zhang Fu's front, his pupils shrank, and his whole person exuded an aura.
A chill.
ps: I'm stuck. This chapter took me a long time to write, and I wrote it over and over again, because the original plot is about Zhang Fu, a firefighter who was burned on his face during a mission.
But then when I was halfway through writing, I suddenly realized that I couldn’t write this plot, it was seriously overstepping the mark, so I started to revise it, and then came up with ideas... Sorry, I will continue to code the second chapter.