My classmate looked at me in amazement. He didn’t believe it and took him a long time to say anything.
"Impossible. There was nothing belonging to a third party at the scene. So, no one entered the dressing room. The dressing room is private, so no one entered. That is for sure."
"He used another method."
My classmate stood up immediately and looked at me blankly, as if something had happened in the past that caused such a big reaction.
"I don't think it was a natural death, but there was..."
"Don't say anything for now. I'll call you tonight and find a place to have a drink."
I left, knowing it wasn't convenient to talk there.
In the evening my classmate called me and went to a private bar in Linsen, where there were only two of us in the bar.
"Four years have passed since the incident involving Ge Zhu. I think we should stop talking about it."
This classmate actually said this. He was the one who led the team to handle this case back then. Of course, it would not do him any good if the case was brought up again.
I hesitated for a long time and said.
"I know an answer."
My classmates looked at me blankly, and the look in their eyes seemed to tell me that I was mentally ill.
"I really know the murderer." I
I took a step closer. My classmate sweatdropped.
"Do you really have to check? Give me a reason."
"I must check. This person is related to me."
This is all I can say. If I say anything else, he seems unable to understand. After all, it is about the crematorium, and the less outsiders know, the better.
"In that case, I'll tell you the truth. When I was handling this case, I really didn't find any suspicious points. The same is true from a technical analysis. The only strange thing is that Ge Zhu's death had no cause of illness and the cause of death is unknown. I think something strange happened in the crematorium. I heard some things from hearsay, but I don't believe it because I don't believe in gods or ghosts. I'm a policeman."
"Then why did you file for natural death?"
"This is how a case without any doubt is decided."
"Well, now we have a clue, you can check it out."
"Dude, it's been four years since the case happened, and I'm now the deputy director. Isn't this a bad idea?"
He was worried about his deputy chief, which I could understand.
"But I must do it. I can't let this go."
My classmate's face fell and he told me.
"You are not a policeman, so don't get involved in this matter."
"I have to take care of it because I know the murderer."
I got up and left because I felt that it would be impossible for my classmate to bring up this case again. This would be a loss for him, but I didn't know how big the loss would be.
I went home and told my father about it. He thought about it for a long time and said.
"In that case, you should do as you wish. Ge Zhu's appearance in the dream has its own cause and effect. If you don't do it, trouble may arise."
I went to see He Dana, and he said after hearing this.
"Let's do it. Now that we have found the murderer, we can report it to the police."
"But there is no evidence. The police are about evidence. What can a finger-painted painting prove? It is not evidence. It can be drawn by humans. They will think so, but in fact, it is not."
"I know. I felt it was strange when Ge Zhu died. I also went to the scene. When Ge Zhu was carried out, he was full of resentment. I could see that, but I don't know who the murderer is. The murderer is quite powerful. Not only did he leave no evidence, he also left no other things."
What He Dana mentioned is that after a person dies, not only what is left behind are the things you can see, but there are also many things that cannot be seen. Of course, this requires people like us to be able to see it, and only after staying in the crematorium for a long time can you feel and see it. This is a scary thing.
I went to see the manager, and he poured me some tea and asked me some questions.
"How is Chenghe?"
"He's a good kid, very honest. It's a pity that he's here."
"This job is not bad, although it's a bit...
"Captain, I'll treat you to a drink tonight."
Zhuanchang nodded and went to my house in the evening. My father was on a business trip, so I ordered some food at Dalai and then had some drinks. It was only at the end of today that I was able to tell him about that incident.
The manager and I drank until almost midnight, and he had too much, I said.
"You killed someone."
The director was stunned, then broke out in a sweat. When he sobered up, he leaned against the wall.
"Don't be ridiculous. How could I possibly kill someone? Where's the evidence? Hahaha..."
The manager reacted and when I saw his reaction just now, I knew that there was nothing wrong with this matter. I felt that there was nothing wrong with it and it was the manager who did it.
"Four years ago, in that dressing room."
The director sneered and said.
"Ke Zuo, is this the reason you invited me to drink today? You said I killed someone, but the police didn't say so. Do you have evidence? Did you see it?"
"I saw it with my left eye. Maybe you don't know, but my left eye can see what happened six years ago."
The director swayed a bit and held on to the chair.
My left eye can see what happened six years ago. This is not true, but it is not now. He Dana told me that I will have this ability in one day. It was He Dana who helped me. I don’t know how he helped me. I told you in advance.
The director sat down after a long time. He stopped smiling and stared at me.
"What did you see? It's useless even if you saw it. The evidence is gone. The police don't believe me. I don't admit it, and no one can stop me."
"Of course I know this. You killed Ge Zhu. Why?"
"This is my own business."
"You killed Ge Zhu before you even entered the dressing room. I originally thought that you were just a poet who didn't understand the things in the crematorium. Your poems are really well written, and I like them very much. But killing people is not very good."
The director wiped his sweat and said.
"Thanks."
The director left, staring with scary eyes. I sat there wondering, how did the director kill Ge Zhu? He didn't go into the dressing room, so he must have some tricks, and it seems he has a pretty good IQ.
After Ge Zhu died, the director had not written any more poems. He published a collection of poems and gave me one. It was on the bookshelf. I took it down and looked at "The Coming of the Soul". The poems were really good. He was a very talented person. This convinced me.
I couldn't sleep while reading these poems. Most of them were love poems and the language used was also weird. They were really good.
I closed the book. It was already past two in the middle of the night. How could I find evidence that the director had committed murder? I couldn't find any real evidence, and imaginary evidence was useless. So what should I do? I didn't know.
My classmate actually came to the crematorium to find me the next day. Cheng He and I were in the refining room. I taught him step by step. He leaned against the wall nervously, exactly where I leaned back then.
The director came in and called me, saying that my classmate was looking for me, and I asked him to wait.
Chenghe’s nervousness was exactly the same as mine back then, and I fell in love with this apprentice.
Cheng He didn't move until the work was finished at noon.
"Okay, go out and change your clothes and go home."
Cheng He ran away without saying a word. I laughed and shook my head, this kid.
I entered the director's office and he had already set out food and wine in his inner room, waiting for me.
My classmate saw me come in and came over to shake my hand.
"Old schoolmate."
I was surprised by how enthusiastic he was today. He even shook my cold hand, which was used to carry dead bodies.
We sat down and drank. Now things get interesting. Back then, my classmate had investigated the director and had suspicions, but there was no evidence, and that was how it ended. Now, four years have passed, and they haven't met in these four years. When they met today, they knew what they were thinking.
"Let's not talk about this anymore. I have discussed with the manager about Ge Zhu's parents and they will give him 5,000 yuan as compensation."
My classmates said this, it seems that they have discussed it beforehand.
"But there is one thing that Ge Zhu disagrees with. What should I do?"
"She disagrees? The person is dead, what's there to disagree about?"
There were obviously too many things that my classmates didn't know, and the director was sweating. What he hated the most was He Dana, but he was also not the one he was most afraid of. I was He Dana's godson, so you can imagine that his politeness to me was completely superficial. I knew in my heart how much he hated me.
“Giving up is good for everyone.”
"No, if I don't pursue this matter, it won't do me any good at all, because something strange happened that I can't tell you about, so I'm pursuing it. What happened four years ago and who the murderer is."
"Are you sick?"
My classmate became famous.
"I am ill."
I got up and left. The two people were now on the same line, so I didn't want to say anything to them.
I went to He Dana's place and lived there, and it seemed that I fell in love with that place. When I told He Dana about this, he said.
"This director seemed to ignore the strange things happening in the crematorium, but there must be someone behind him giving him advice. It could even be said that there was someone behind him who caused Ge Zhu's death."
"who?"
"I don't know now. You will be able to see what happened six years ago tomorrow, but remember, there are some things you don't need to worry about. Just watch. You can't do anything about Ge Zhu's matter. What you see is what you see. What you discover is reasonable. There are reasons for it. There are too many things you can't control."
I nodded.
"So what should we do about this?"
"You can see what happened four years ago tomorrow and see how it happened back then. You may find evidence."
I didn't expect that things would be so simple and come so quickly. I thought it was a deadlock. There are so many deadlocks in this world. It was a deadlock that could never be untied.
The next day, I went to the crematorium in the morning and entered my residence. I had a rest for the day.
At nine o'clock, I saw the scene in the dressing room where Ge Zhu was killed four years ago.
Ge Zhu entered the dressing room. The strangest thing was that she was wearing a red underwear that day, which was a big taboo when putting on makeup. But she actually did it. She was the only one putting on makeup that day, and the makeup artist did not come.
When Ge Zhu was putting makeup on the second dead body, I looked closely and found that the dead body was very strange. Suddenly, she raised her hand and pulled the corner of Ge Zhu's clothes. The movement was subtle and could not be seen without careful observation. Ge Zhu also felt it. She stopped and found that she was wearing red clothes. She probably forgot to change it or was thinking about something. She put the makeup brush aside, sat on the chair, drank a glass of water, and then fell down.
The deceased pulled the corner of the makeup artist's clothes, which was a dead knot. He was definitely dead. It was pulling his life. Although it was just a light pull, it was an absolutely weird thing. When we entered the dressing room, we all wore white work clothes, and the corners of the clothes were round, which means there were no corners. If you pulled a dead corner, you would die.
I was horrified when I saw this. It seemed very reasonable for such a thing to happen. Wearing red clothes would stimulate some of the deceased's living nerves and cause them to move. However, the probability of this happening is very small, but it does not mean that it is impossible. (To be continued)