"Aunt, I'm Xifeng." I stared at Yan Ning and finally mustered up the courage to speak.
Yan Ning was stunned, staring at me for a long time, then nodded and said, "It's you, I've seen your photo." After saying this, his face darkened: "You killed my daughter, get out of the mourning hall, I don't want to see you!"
Long Shaohui and the others were also stunned. They had no idea that a country bumpkin like me had a connection with Director Ling's family.
I said solemnly: "Aunt, I know it was because of me that Yaxue jumped into the lake."
When Yan Ning heard this, her face changed immediately, her eyes widened in shock, and she couldn't speak for a long time. Not only her, but also Long Shaohui, Le Wei, Tan Qing and Yan Xiang, besides Shen Bing, all showed different expressions, some were surprised, some were surprised. I saw fear in Yan Xiang's eyes, or it could be my conjecture, I took it for granted.
"Nonsense, who told you that my daughter jumped into the lake? My daughter died in the fire last night!" Yan Ning shouted, but when she spoke, she did not dare to look into my eyes, but looked behind me.
I thought that her reaction clearly showed that she knew her daughter was a living corpse. I had no evidence and couldn't expose it yet, lest Long Shaohui get angry and take me back to the police station. I nodded and said, "I heard it from others. No matter how she died, I am very sad and want to see her for the last time." Then I took a step forward.
Yan Ning ran over in shock, blocked the coffin, and said in a panic, "You are not allowed to look at my daughter. I want you to get out."
The director's wife suddenly lost her composure, leaving everyone dumbfounded. Long Shaohui was a man of character. He came over immediately, frowned and said to me, "Mrs. Ling doesn't allow you to see her daughter. Go away and don't embarrass me." His tone was surprisingly gentle, and he didn't get angry with me. Maybe he paid attention to his image in public.
I looked up at him and said, "If I can get her daughter to tell me how she died, will that be considered embarrassing for you?"
Long Shaohui was stunned, a trace of anger flashed in his eyes at first, then he saw my calm look and blinked at me. I understood what he meant, that he acquiesced.
"Boy, you'd better stop messing around. With Master Yan Xiang here, do you dare to show off your skills and let the corpse speak?" Tan Qing said behind me. The old man was reminding me.
But Yan Xiang glanced coldly behind me and said, "Mr. Tan, you are praising me too much. You should know that there are always people better than you. This young man may not be any worse than me. I only know that Huisha Gui will come back tonight, but as for whether he can speak, that is uncertain."
Since he mentioned the term "returning ghost", I will explain this term. In our industry, we call the departure of the wrongly dead "out of the ghost", and the return visit the day before the funeral is called "returning ghost"! The "returning ghost" I have been talking about refers to the two deceased's dead souls. Because the two bodies will be cremated tomorrow and then put into urns, which is equivalent to the funeral, so at midnight tonight, the dead souls will definitely come back to take a look, and they are called "returning ghosts"!
"Master Yan, you are famous in the provincial capital, so there is no need to be modest. I only know that Huisha will never speak, so I advise this kid not to make trouble. Besides, Huisha is not 100% certain, some may have already crossed the Naihe Bridge, and it is impossible for them to return on the seventh day..."
As Tan Qing was speaking, a chilly wind suddenly blew through the mourning hall, making the elegiac couplets and wreaths rustle. The four lanterns on the roof swayed slightly, and the candlelight flickered, making people feel a sense of weirdness. Tan Qing stopped talking immediately.
Everyone looked up and around. Needless to say, even an outsider could see that the door faced south, while the wind was coming from the east. It was probably a return of bad luck!