After several hours of rest and buffering, I woke up and gradually accepted the fact that there were ghosts in the funeral parlor and even in my hearse.
I don’t want to prove anything or deny anything from a scientific perspective. That would be meaningless, because existence is reasonable.
I'm still a little bit reluctant to part with this well-paid job. Forget it, I'll just settle for it now. When I met the female ghost in white wearing a high hat for the second time last night, I admit that I gave in and jumped out of the window and ran away, injuring myself.
That female ghost had to work half the night for me.
Judging from her attire, it looks like she is the legendary Yin Cha. My task is to drag the deceased to the funeral parlor, and her task is probably to take the ghost from the funeral parlor to the underworld. In this way, she is also mine.
My colleague is responsible for the transfer work, and judging from the two sentences she said to me last night, she didn't mean to harm me. Maybe after getting used to it, we can live in peace!
If I meet that naughty girl again, I think I should apologize and buy her some gifts? I just don’t know what she likes, so she won’t like lipstick!
By the way, Li Xiaotao's tube of lipstick is still in the hearse downstairs. Before going upstairs last night, I checked that the fourth deceased, Xia Xiaohui, who was burned to death, had not left anything new in the hearse.
clues - this may be the reason why the patrols failed to dig up the body in Five-Star Square last night.
Could it be that this serial murder case has ended? Or, because the Five Star Plaza, the final "place of crime", was discovered and stationed by patrol officers, the suspect terminated his original criminal plan to kill five people in advance?
I felt a little dizzy thinking about it. I rubbed my head, got out of bed and got dressed. After struggling for most of the night, I felt a little hungry. I went to the kitchen to find something to eat. When I passed by the restaurant, I found that Feng Jiajia's door was still in the same state as last night.
, there was a crack left, the curtains were drawn in the room, the lights were not turned on, it was dark and it was too dark to see clearly, and there were no slippers at the door, indicating that she was still inside.
It's a bit strange. On weekdays, she would have already started reading and studying at this time. Why is she still sleeping in today?
I didn't disturb her, I simply made some breakfast, ate half of it and left half for her.
It was half past nine, and I was thinking that I couldn't always park the hearse in the community, but had to drive it back to the funeral parlor to avoid being discovered by the leaders. I left a message for Feng Jiajia on WeChat, changed my clothes and went downstairs, moving to cover the license plate.
of trash cans and enter the hearse.
I stepped on the clutch and was about to turn on the ignition when I accidentally saw a patch of red in the rearview mirror. I turned back to look at the car. Damn it! Red writing appeared again! This time, two big words were very eye-catching:
Your home!
My home? What happened to my home?
I couldn't help but look up through the car window and looked up at the balcony on the second floor. There was nothing unusual... If there was any difference, all the flowers and plants I had planted on the balcony were gone.
That's the balcony of Feng Jiajia's room. Last night I smelled a smell of loose soil in her room. Maybe she moved all the flowers and plants down and tidied them up again - I can't enter Feng Jiajia's bedroom.
, I told her before that she would help me with watering, weeding, etc. when she had nothing to do.
Other than that, there was nothing unusual. I stared at the two big blood-red characters for a while, but I still had no idea. Logically speaking, shouldn't the lipstick handwriting indicate the address of the next murder case? What does it have to do with my family?
I opened the armrest box, and the lipstick was still inside. I took it out and unscrewed it. Perhaps because the word "your home" was written too big, I used up the remaining half tube of lipstick. This time I can
Throw it away?
I threw the lipstick into the trash can outside the car window, started the hearse, and drove to the entrance of the community.
This is a newly built community, and the green plants have not yet been completely covered. There is an excavator at the door of the community, digging holes to plant trees. There is a lot of excavated new soil next to it. I took a deep breath of the unique fragrance of the soil, which was refreshing.
The smell is very good, and it's a bit familiar, like I've smelled it somewhere recently...
Damn it! My brain felt like it was suddenly struck by lightning!
Earthy taste!
Flowers and flowers!
Earth attribute!
My home!
Feng Jiajia, there are actually six "earth" in this name, but I didn't think of it!
I was so shocked that I suddenly stopped and turned around. When I got downstairs, I didn't even lock the car. I climbed up to the second floor, turned on the door key, ran to Feng Jiajia's bedroom door, opened the door, and turned on the wall lamp.
!
"What are you doing!" the beauty on the bed yelled, it was Feng Jiajia who was not wearing much clothes. I almost knelt on the ground and shouted thank God!
It seems that my analysis was wrong. My home was not the place where the crime occurred, and Feng Jiajia was not "buried alive."
She has woken up and is lying on the bed playing with her mobile phone.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" I quickly exited the room. I took a quick glance and saw my flowers. Sure enough, Jiajia had moved them into the room and placed them neatly on the ground. The branches and leaves had been trimmed by her.
Passed.
I sat on the sofa, breathing heavily. Not long after, Feng Jiajia got dressed and came out of the room with slippers on. She tilted her head and asked, "What's wrong with you?"
"It's nothing," I said with a bitter smile, "I'm afraid you're in danger, so I'll come back and see you!"
"Come back? Aren't you always at home?"
"Huh? I just went out. Didn't you check WeChat?" I asked doubtfully.
"Then who was moving things in the living room just now, wasn't it you?"
I trembled, and looked along Feng Jiajia's fingers. I saw an extra woven bag in the corner of the living room. There were traces of the woven bag being dragged on the floor, and there seemed to be leakage from the gaps in the woven bag.
The dirt that came out.
It seems that besides Feng Jiajia and I, there is a third person in the family...