I plan to contact Mu Qing again. If she still insists on what she said, I'm sorry.
Mu Qing came to the crematorium to find me. She had a very cold expression on her face in my office.
I didn't expect her to come to me.
"Ke Mingzhe, I killed your father. You can do whatever you want to me, but I won't go to jail. Without evidence, you can't send me to jail. Or, you can just push me off this building."
This woman is mentally ill. If she asked me to push her off the building, wouldn't I be a murderer? I have evidence.
"Are you fucking sick?"
I saw the murderer who killed my father, and his blood was almost flowing out.
"So what do you want?"
Zhang Wen actually came in. I suddenly felt that Zhang Wen was quite annoying, so I didn’t say anything.
Zhang Wen sat down. Mu Qing had a strange expression on her face. She knew Zhang Wen, and I could see that he was angry. What kind of relationship did they have
"Give up! There's no point."
"She didn't kill your father, Mr. Zhang. If you come to persuade me again, don't blame me for being rude."
I was angry. Zhang Wen lowered his head, then raised it after a long time and spoke.
"Actually, this matter really can't be blamed on Mu Qing. Maybe she didn't mean it."
The meaning of this is very interesting.
"What do you mean by that?"
"Give up, or you will be in hatred."
“This is my business.”
I stood up and walked to the window. Something unexpected happened. Mu Qing suddenly took out a knife from his bag and rushed towards me. I saw it through the glass. I turned around suddenly and saw that Mu Qing's knife had stabbed Zhang Wen. Zhang Wen tried to stop him and was stabbed. Mu Qing was stunned for a moment and ran to the door. I supported Zhang Wen and asked someone to send him to a doctor. Zhang Wen was fine and I breathed a sigh of relief.
Mu Qing is a really ruthless woman. I have called the police. At least the injury is a fact. Then I can play with you again.
Unexpectedly, Mu Qing committed suicide in the detention center. I didn’t find the real answer, which made me very angry.
I was unwilling to accept it, I really was unwilling to accept it. The words "molestation" kept turning in my mind. Was what Mu Qing said true? Although she later changed her story, it was still a hurdle in my heart. This woman loved to make up lies, and her lies were full of loopholes.
I don't know what to do.
Mu Qing's body was sent to the morgue. I saw her parents, both of whom were very old. She had never been married. Perhaps the reason for this was because she had killed someone. She was tortured every day.
I stood in my office and closed my eyes.
That day I decided to do Mu Qing's makeup by myself, without letting Li Xiaohuan be around.
Because I have made a decision to find the real reason.
When I was about to enter dressing room No. 13, Zhang Wen came to work.
"Are you feeling better?"
"Okay, that's almost it, it's okay, I think this makeup..."
"Mr. Zhang, you are involved in many things that you are not suitable for and should not be involved in."
This Zhang Wen seemed to be crazy. I went into the dressing room, locked the door, covered the surveillance camera with clothes, sat down, lit a cigarette, and poured a cup of coffee.
Mu Qing's body was pushed in, and I didn't move. Under the shroud was Mu Qing, the woman who killed my father and wanted to kill me too.
I stood up and was about to start putting on my makeup when someone knocked on the door.
"Open the door, it's me."
Liu Shougui, I was stunned for a moment, why is he here
"I'm working. I'll talk to you when I'm done."
"Open the door."
Liu Shougui got angry. I opened the door, he came in and locked the door.
"If you really just need an answer, sit there and watch, and I'll give you an answer."
Liu Shougui was furious.
"Yes, I want answers."
Actually, I put makeup on Mu Qing just to see the answer. Within five days, the deepest memories in the deceased's head still exist, but I need to use something from Yin science, which is very dangerous. To suddenly transfer Mu Qing's thoughts into my brain, I can't get them out this way.
"I can do it myself."
"Please sit down. My skills are still far from enough."
This was the first time Liu Shougui said this to me, and it made me very unhappy.
I sat there drinking tea and looking at Liu Shougui.
He opened his makeup box, which was full of small boxes. I don't have that many.
He opened a box, took out bone needles, and pierced thirteen parts of Mu Qing's body. Then he sat next to me and talked.
"Xiaozhe, don't do this kind of thing again. It's of no benefit. Your father told you not to seek revenge because he didn't want you to harbor resentment. Resentment can make a person lose his nature."
I didn't say anything. He couldn't understand this kind of pain, the pain of losing his father.
Half an hour later, the bone needle moved, it was jumping, Mu Qing also moved a little, and then started talking. This was something that surprised me. Liu Shougui looked at me without explaining. This was a method of Yin science.
Mu Qing told me what happened that year. I listened and sat there without saying anything. That was the answer I wanted. Yes, that’s right. It seemed that I had let go of everything.
I walked out of the dressing room, Li Xiaohuan came in to do my makeup, and I sat in the office in a daze.
In fact, my thoughts are terrible. I always make things complicated and evil, but in fact it is not like that.
Now that this incident is over, I feel like I feel relieved all over. This is the thing that I have not been able to let go of all these years.
After get off work that day, I went to He Dana's place, entered the room, and sat there reading He Dana's diary. I almost didn't finish reading the diary.
I finished reading it, and my understanding of Yin studies is only superficial.
I came out and stood in front of the door of the second house, Room 18. It had been such a long time since He Dana had been dead that I stood in front of the door of the second house. Liu Shougui was sitting in the yard drinking and didn't even look at me.
The door opened as soon as I pushed it. The moment I pushed it open, I was shocked. The room was full of hanging little people, painted little people, and paper pieces hanging all over the room. The paper people were drawn too ridiculously. A three-year-old child could draw better than this. I thought, He Dana is really good at drawing. I wanted to laugh.
When I was about to go in, Liu Shougui said.
"You'd better not go in today. Do you know what those hanging paper people are? You dare to go in without knowing. He Dana is an evil person. Although he won't harm you, he is on guard against other people. I can't guarantee that you won't be tricked. He Dana must have enlightened you before. You have to think clearly about the way to crack it."
Liu Shougui is old after all, and thinks a lot. As the saying goes, old people are cunning, old horses are slippery, and old rabbits are hard to catch.
I went over, poured a glass of wine, and sat down.
"I can't remember it right now, what do you think?"
"Remember this in the future. The simpler the place looks, the more things that make you want to laugh, you'd better not touch them. They are even more evil. These paper figures hanging there, do you think they are decorations? They are not. Each paper figure has a soul on it. It is a trick played by He Dana. Or it can be said that it is not a soul, but a ghost. He Dana once stayed in the ghost market for three years. During those three years, how many ghosts he exchanged, you and I don't know."
I didn't expect it to be like this, that little paper man would actually have a ghost attached to him.
"Then I'll ask someone to take a look. I really can't remember. He Dana is a chatterbox. He keeps chattering all day long. I can't remember what he said or what he said."
"Who are you looking for?"
"He Dana and I have been to the ghost market several times and met a man who is a ghost master. He will have a way."
"It's best not to go to places like the Ghost Market all the time. After all, it's from another world."
"Then you come with me later in the night."
"Well, I haven't been there for a long time. I want to go and see my old friends."
I know that among some refiners and makeup artists in the crematorium, there may be someone who knows about this ghost market, the place where ghosts are exchanged. There are people who raise ghosts in the crematorium, and it is possible that there are some.
In the middle of the night, Liu Shougui and I went to the ghost market. Unexpectedly, the ghost market that day was very lively and crowded.
"This is the Big Ghost Day, so there are so many people today. It happens only once every three years."
We were walking around and I was looking for the person I knew, but I couldn't find him. Liu Shougui was in the middle and someone greeted him, but I couldn't hear what they said.
That day, we took a walk, said Liu Shougui.
"Walk."
"I haven't found anyone yet."
"I found it. He will be there tomorrow."
The next day, I went to work and sat in the office. This was Bu Lele’s original decoration, and I didn’t like it very much.
I called the director.
"Please clean up the room on the top floor for me. I will use it as my office. This office will be used by the deputy director."
The director was stunned for a long time.
"It's smaller there than here."
"Where I like it."
The director gave me a strange look.
In the evening, I went to He Dana's yard and saw a man sitting there. He was the man who talked to Liu Shougui last night.
I went over, Liu Shougui introduced us, and we started drinking.
"You are..."
"Master Ghost, Master Liu asked me to come and take a look at that house."
"Well, have you seen that house?"
"Not yet. I have to wait for you. Master Liu said that everything here belongs to you. You are the master."
I didn't say much.
"Then take a look first."
The ghost master stood at the door, but he didn't go in. After a long time he came back and sat down to talk.
"There are a total of 103 pictures, and each one has a ghost. It's really spectacular. This is the first time I've seen it. It seems that Master He is Master He after all. We can't compare with Yi Gui."
The He Ye he called was obviously He Dana.
"He Dana is called Master He in the ghost market, and none of us would be dissatisfied. These 103 paintings and 103 ghosts are all very clever ghosts."
"Can I come in then?"
"That ghost was raised by He Dana. He doesn't know you. Going in is courting death. But I do have a way because I'm a ghost master."
"What is the solution?"
"I take these ghosts away. I give them money. After I take them away, there will be no more trouble. You can enter and leave that room as you please."
"no."
Liu Shougui refused. I don't know why not. Are these ghosts comfortable there? If He Dana dies, maybe the ghosts will run away, which will be troublesome.
"I know it's not easy for these evil spirits to come here, so it's fine if you don't want to take it. You can go in with this."
The ghost master took out a face plate.
"What's this?"
"Things that ghosts can't get close to. We sometimes use these things. I'm giving them to you. Let's be friends. If you want to sell these ghosts in the future, you can find me at the ghost market. I'll be here every day of the 368 days."
The ghost master left, and I still haven't reacted. Three hundred and sixty-eight days, is that crazy? There are three hundred and sixty-five days in a year, and you made it three hundred and sixty-eight days, this person is crazy. (To be continued)