"When was your illness detected?" Zhang Leifeng saw that the man didn't say this question, so he had to ask it himself.

The man paused and replied, "A year ago, the physical examination found out that I had leukemia. ”

"Did she have something to do with the daughter of the deceased who was keeping your wake that day?"

The man shook his head: "She didn't have anything to do, because someone said that his father was taking revenge, so she had a big fight with most of the people in the village, and finally broke up, and she hasn't been back to the village since." ”

Zhang Leifeng touched his chin with his hand and nodded slightly.

"You said that the elder had a long mouth and a painful expression on his face when he died?"

"Yes, because one of my friends told me at the time, so we were the first to see him." The man replied in the affirmative.

"Did you call the police?"

"No, we just informed his daughter."

"She didn't call the police or ask anyone else?" Zhang Leifeng continued to ask.

The man shook his head: "No, she only finished her father's funeral after she came back, and she didn't ask too much." ”

This problem is not normal at that time, as a daughter, she should not behave like this when she learns the news of her father's death, not to mention that her father's death is not due to illness or old age.

"Then when you saw him, did you find any visible scars or bruises?"

"Because it was dark at the time, the light in his room was dim, and we didn't dare to go to the front to see."

Zhang Leifeng's brows were furrowed from beginning to end, and his brain was rapidly conducting a primary analysis.

What is the connection between a dead old man, two people who have been scared crazy because of "ghosts", and a terminally ill person?

"I know you're a very famous detective, and I want you to help me." The man said to Zhang Leifeng with a hint of crying.

"I want ...... I just want to know if there are any ghosts in this world, and why those two people went crazy. The man stated his request and the purpose of his visit.

This made Zhang Leifeng a little surprised, a person who was about to become a "ghost" himself still cared about this matter.

"You go back first."

"Will you help me, then?" The man wanted to know his reply.

Zhang Leifeng nodded slightly: "I never do anything for anyone, I only do what I am interested in, what you said makes me very excited...... Okay, you go back. He replied in a different way.

The man didn't understand too much, and asked again tentatively: "What do you mean by this?" Do you want to help me or don't? ”

Zhang Leifeng waved his hand at Fan Miaomiao: "I'll leave it to you." After saying that, he walked to the rooftop alone.

Before Fan Miaomiao could react, she heard Zhang Leifeng pull the door of the rooftop.

"Leave it to me what this guy said?" He muttered to his feet and stood up.

"What's wrong with the detective? Did I say something wrong? Or is it the reason why I didn't give money? The man was a little panicked when he saw Zhang Leifeng's reaction, and hurriedly asked Fan Miaomiao.

Fan Miaomiao shrugged: "Don't care, detectives always have a little quirk, he's like this, it has nothing to do with money." ”

"Oh, is he going to help me?" The man nodded as if he didn't understand.

"Judging by his expression and actions, he is definitely going to help you, you don't need to give him money at all. Keep your money and take care of yourself. ”

"Really? Will he really help me? ”

"Really, really going to help you." Fan Miaomiao saw such an inkblot man for the first time, no wonder Zhang Leifeng would leave this kind of thing to himself.

The man clenched his fists and finally had a smile on his face.

"You go back first."

"Do I need to leave a phone number or address?"

"Okay, you leave the phone number and address." Fan Miaomiao found a piece of paper and pen and handed it to him.

When I saw him pick up the pen, it always felt thicker than his hand.

Seeing off the man, Zhang Leifeng walked back from the rooftop and sat on the sofa.

"Do you believe that there are ghosts in this world?" Zhang Leifeng asked Fan Miaomiao.

She was stunned for a moment, and then laughed "hehe": "There are ghosts? If there were ghosts, the bad guys would have died long ago. Wittily replied.

"What? Do you feel like there are ghosts in this world? He was then questioned.

Zhang Leifeng raised his eyebrows: "If there are really ghosts in this world, then someone must be pretending to be a ghost." ”

"By the way, what was the wake he was talking about?"

"You don't even know that? It's terrible to be uneducated, and they all said that they had nothing to do and read more books. The so-called wakefulness is a folk custom of keeping a guard next to the funeral bed, coffin or spiritual seat. The wake is also known as a vigil. ”

"The ancients believed that a person should return home within three days of death, so the children waited in the mourning hall for his soul to return. Relatives and friends are with them every night until the body is buried in the coffin. Until now, the wakes are relatives gathering together to mourn the deceased and express their feelings of remembrance. ”

Fan Miaomiao nodded and muttered: "If you talk about the problem, you can talk about the problem, can you not hurt me?" ”

"What do you think of what he just said?"

Fan Miaomiao's eyes picked up and thought for a long time, and replied: "I feel that those two crazy people must have done something wrong, and the so-called "ghosts" are their fantasies, so that they scared themselves crazy. ”

This answer almost didn't make Zhang Leifeng spurt out a mouthful of old blood. You're always trying to cut my brain open to see what's inside, and I think I really should cut your brain open, and I guess your brain is an empty shell.

"As for the person who just came, I think his illness must have nothing to do with this, after all, it's been so long, he just has a shadow in his heart that hasn't been removed, he should see a psychiatrist."

Fan Miaomiao was still talking about her analysis.

"Am I right?"

"If you were to analyze it according to a brainless person, there would be absolutely nothing wrong with your analysis."

"You ......" was taunted again.

"You start helping me imagine a ghost coming out now and see if you can go crazy."

"Am I sick? It's okay to fantasize about this coming out to scare yourself. Fan Miaomiao shouted at a louder voice.

"That's it, you won't do it, how could they be? And even if you fantasize about a ghost coming out, it is impossible for two people to go crazy in such a short period of time, what does this mean? ”

For the first time, Zhang Leifeng made an analysis of the case and told another person as soon as he got it.

Fan Miaomiao immediately sat on the sofa and looked at Zhang Leifeng very attentively, planning to listen to his analysis.

But this guy said, "Get ready to buy a ticket." ”

"You're going to that village?"

"Or else?"

(End of chapter)