Chapter 107 Corpse

When we arrived at the place that Lao An and Xiao Liu mentioned, it was already evening. Only the last section of the sunset was left hanging on the top of the West Mountain, reflecting the surroundings in red.

This is a funeral home far away from the county town and close to the mountains.

My hometown is very backward. The public security department does not have a special criminal technology laboratory, and the conditions of the county hospital are also very poor. Some people who died violently were placed in this Xishan funeral home. In addition, the folk customs in my hometown are relatively traditional. There are a set of methods passed down by the ancestors for weddings and funerals. White funerals are not the turn of the funeral home to work at all. Relatives help to do it. Over time, this funeral home has almost become a place for storing corpses. Anyone who has no one to claim or who died violently is basically placed here.

I heard before that this place is not peaceful and some weird things often happen. Someone got drunk and fell asleep outside the funeral home in the middle of the night. When he opened his eyes the next day, he found himself lying in the coffin shop and was nailed directly into the coffin.

Thinking that my parents might be lying in there, my heart ached. I gritted my teeth and held back the tears that were about to burst out.

For a place dedicated to storing corpses, five or six o'clock is already very late. The funeral home is deserted. There is only a hunchbacked old man waiting for the door. He is wearing a dirty and wrinkled old Zhongshan suit and a front hat. It is obvious that he is an old widow who is not cared about by his children and makes a living here.

It is obvious that Lao An and Xiao Liu are not here for the first time. They are very familiar with the old man. After a few words of negotiation, he took the key and took us into the hall.

On the way, I heard Brother Yaozi and Lao Bai gossiping behind me, saying that there is indeed something wrong here. There must be something unclean. It should be that the person who died violently is entrenched here and refuses to leave. Except for the old man who is the doorman, anyone who stays here for a night will be teased by the evil spirits.

Because the old man was very old, and I was afraid that he would not live for long. Moreover, because he had been here for many years, he was covered with a lot of yin energy, and he was like a living dead. In the eyes of evil spirits, he was no different from his own kind, so naturally he would not bother him.

The terrain in the museum was very complicated, and because of the aging of the circuit, the lights in many places were not on, and some of the light bulbs were flickering, which was very creepy, and it felt like walking into a haunted house.

Lao An took us around the museum for a long time before we finally stopped in front of two large iron doors, pulled the gate next to it, and the door "rumbled" opened, and a cold air rushed in, forming a white cold mist.

"There is no other way, we can only store it here."

Lao An explained: "When we found it, the body had already shown obvious signs of decay. If it is not refrigerated, it will rot in two or three days."

"How come it happened so quickly?!"

Lao Bai was puzzled: "When you came yesterday, you were still happy to say that you found some traces and the couple should still be alive. How come the body rotted today?"

"That's just speculation!"

Xiao Liu said: "Maybe the traces we found were left by the victims a few days ago, when the couple had already been killed."

These things are also unclear.

I had no idea in my heart. Although I hadn't really seen them, my mind was already blank. After a moment of silence, I said: "If... I mean if, it's really my parents, can I make a request? I want to take them back and bury them properly. I can't just let them freeze like this!"

Xiao Liu immediately refused, saying that this was not in compliance with the regulations, but was stopped by Lao An.

"Child, I understand your feelings. People in our hometown do have such a particularity of being buried in the ground. Not to mention this, even cremation is unacceptable. Some old people are so anxious that their faces turn red when they hear about cremation. They say who knows if there is still feeling after death. What if they feel pain after being thrown into the ground? Haven't you seen some people sitting up from the burns?! After all, they still believe in burial from the bottom of their hearts, but this matter is a little different. You have to think like this. You want to bury the body early because it is filial piety, but if the murderer is really not found, the couple will not rest in peace even if they are buried!"

Lao An patted my shoulder, took out another cigarette, took out a small bottle of wine from his bag and handed it to me, saying: "Take a break here, adjust your state, and then go in to identify."

In fact, judging from their appearance, they probably have the same idea in their hearts.

It is said that relatives will be allowed to identify, but no matter how good the relatives' eyesight is, can it be better than the DNA test done by modern instruments? In the end, it was just a final confirmation. Everyone knew that the people lying inside were most likely my parents.

Lao An gave me wine, probably to calm me down and numb my nerves, which was also good intentions.

But I didn't accept it. If I had to go to see my father in a daze at this point, I was afraid that I would have to be a coward for the rest of my life. In the end, I just took a cigarette and squatted at the door to smoke it before getting up and walking in.

This so-called cold storage room is actually no different from the cold storage for frozen ice cream and meat. The walls have been insulated, and there are machines on the top, rumbling. Lao An turned on the lights outside. I walked in a few steps and saw two beds parked in the middle, with corpses covered in black body bags on them.

From the door to the morgue bed, it was only a dozen steps at most, but it was the most difficult road I have ever walked in my life. My legs felt like they were filled with lead. I started to shake after walking a few steps. When I walked to the bed, I had almost no strength in my body. I stared at the black body bag like a fool for a long time, and then I opened the zipper little by little with trembling hands.

Inside was a corpse that had already been completely unrecognizable.

The most bizarre thing was that the whole face of the corpse was gone, as if someone had cut off the face with a sword. At a glance, the dark skull underneath could be seen. There were large patches of dark corpse spots on the body, and some places showed signs of corruption.

When I saw the corpse, I finally couldn't hold it back, and I threw myself on the corpse and cried loudly.

Whether it was the size or the appearance, I could confirm that the person in front of me was indeed my father! !

"My condolences!"

Old An came behind me at some point, patted my shoulder, and sighed: "When we found them, there was only that black feather at the scene. It may be related to the murderer who killed them. You should think about it carefully when you go back. This is very important!"

Is there any need to say this? It must be Xing Wei!

Unfortunately, although my heart is as clear as a mirror, I just can't say it. The flame of hatred is burning.

It must be Xing Wei who murdered my parents, although I don't know how he got involved with the Water Prince!

Under the influence of hatred, my tears dried up little by little, wiped my face fiercely, and stood up with my hands on the bed.

At this time, my eyes naturally fell on my father's chest. There were knife marks there, and a simple autopsy should have been done.

Apart from this knife mark, there was no other prominent place on my father's chest.

But it is precisely the lack of any prominent place that is the biggest problem!

My eyes changed, I brushed away Lao An, held up the head of the corpse with both hands, and looked at the back of the neck, which was also very smooth!

"You..."

Xiao Liu hesitated and said, "What's wrong with you?"

How could I care about him? I walked quickly to another bed and immediately opened the body bag.

There was a woman in the bag, but unlike the body in the other bag, this woman still had half of her face preserved. However, that half of the face looked like a broken rag doll, and it was obviously sewn on later.

This half of the face was too familiar, it was my mother!

But at this time, I had no emotional fluctuations, holding the woman's head and turning it left and right, and looking at her neck.

How could this happen?

My shock was beyond measure...

"Child? Child!"

Lao An called me several times, and finally pushed me, saying, "Did you find anything?!"

I woke up with a start, my eyes red, and I burst into tears again, this time I just sat on the ground and cried loudly.

"Xinya, Yaozi, you take care of Jingzhe."

My master sighed softly, and asked, "Can you tell us... where the body was found?"

"There's nothing to hide. It was found in Shizui Bay not far from here."

Lao An shook his head and said, "It was first discovered by a villager who went out to graze sheep. I guess this matter won't be kept secret for long, and it will probably spread soon."

My master thanked them both repeatedly, and waved his hand at the same time, letting Zhang Xinya and Yaozi carry me out.

When we got outside, Lao An and Xiao Liu wanted to see us off, but my master declined, saying that I must be in a bad mood and they would walk with me. Lao An and the others didn't say anything and left.

"Let's go to the place where the body was found. It's not far from here!"

My master made up his mind and asked us to walk into the mountain, but he suddenly laughed before we got far.

"Uncle!"

Zhang Xinya was a little angry and couldn't help saying, "Er Gou just lost his parents, how can you still laugh?"

"He can cry, why can't I laugh?"

My master shook his head gently and said, "Jingzhe, you were crying fake tears just now, right?"

Without giving me a chance to speak, he said, "No, to be precise, the first few times were real tears, but the last time... it was fake tears, right?"