Chapter 149 Surveillance of Funeral Homes

Uncle Shi was very excited when he saw me, so he comforted me first, "You calm down first!" I'll help you take care of this......"

What else? From Uncle Shi's expression, I can already see that Song Wenjing is not only a ghost, but also a ghost that only I can see, no wonder she only talks to me along the way.

According to the information, Song Wenjing's home is near the police station, unmarried, as for whether she is a virgin, it is unknown, whether she is married or not in these years and whether she is a virgin has almost no dime to do it.

Nowadays, isn't it popular to say that "in the seventies and eighties, the first time was left to the husband, and in the nineties, it was the first child that was left to the husband." ”

I also noticed that it was written on the information that Song Wenjing had a twin sister.

When I left the archives, all three of them felt heavy, especially me - why did female ghosts like to peddle me? Liu Ruyan is a female ghost, and Song Wenjing is also a female ghost .......

Then I asked Aunt Liu, who was in charge of cleaning the hall, and the uncle who watched the door, and they looked at me as if they were looking at a neuropath. I don't care.

Although they were very tactful, I still heard it at once, and no girl had come to me in the past two days......

Seeing that it was almost noon, Director Zheng wanted to start the deployment after lunch, but at this time, the bureau suddenly received an alarm call.

"Hey...... Something's wrong! Something's wrong! As soon as Xiao Zhao, who was in charge of answering the phone, picked up the phone, a hurried voice came from the microphone.

For the telephone answering officer of the police station, this situation is also commonplace, who calls the police calmly and slowly? Xiao Zhao was not nervous.

"This is the police station, can you report the case?"

"Report the crime...... Report...... Someone's missing! It was a man's voice on the phone, and it sounded frightened and hurried.

"What place? Who's missing......"

Before Xiao Zhao could finish speaking, the man on the phone preemptively replied, "This is the Lushan Road Funeral Home, and the missing one is ...... It's a dead man in the museum......"

As soon as he heard about the Lushan Road funeral home, Director Zheng jumped up from his seat, hurriedly organized people, and personally led the team to the funeral home, and Lao Huang and I naturally followed.

When they were at vigil together, drunkard Liu once said that the funeral parlors were all in the suburbs, and even in the hot season, it was still cold.

Several police cars roared along Lushan Road until they ran seven or eight miles out of the city.

There are several cars parked at the door of the funeral home, and dozens of people are around, and at first glance, the appearance of these people is the melon-eating crowd who "don't think it's a big deal to see the excitement".

At the door of the funeral parlor, two sweaty men stood profusely, and when they saw the police car approaching, they hurriedly greeted them.

"You ...... You're coming......"

A short man said anxiously, and as he spoke, he motioned for us to hurry with him.

Director Zheng asked, "When did the corpse disappear?" ”

"It's been more than three years! When I put the corpses in today, I realized that there were four missing ......"

As soon as I heard this, my scalp was numb, and it seemed that it was really a coincidence!

Soon we were taken into a huge cold storage with the words "Tibetan Immortal Pavilion" written on the door, and although the name is nice, it is actually a place where the corpses are temporarily stored.

As soon as we entered, several more people in funeral home overalls followed.

One of the thin old men rushed to us, "Hello Comrade Policeman, I am the director of the funeral home, my name is Wei Chengzhi......"

Director Zheng just nodded politely and looked at the freezer where the corpses were kept.

"When did you find the body missing?" Director Zheng asked.

An old man in his forties and fifties squeezed out of the crowd and said, "I only found out this morning, just ten minutes before the police......

It turns out that ordinary corpses will not be put here, on the other hand, the corpses that are placed here will not be activated for a year and a half, or even three and a half years. In the past few days, there has been no corpse newly admitted to the "Tibetan Immortal Pavilion", so the people on duty these days don't know when the corpse disappeared.

After all, the corpse is not a living person, can he still escape? You don't have to count every night at all.

Director Zheng inspected the scene and found no traces of vandalism.

"Isn't the door closed?" He asked

The forty or fifty-year-old man scratched his scalp and replied, "Under normal circumstances, this door is open, so that the corpses can be brought in at any time, and there are corpses inside, and the ...... will not be lost."

Before he could finish speaking, he stopped, because now there was a strange thing about the loss of corpses.

Director Zheng and the funeral director's faces were all blue, Director Zheng glanced at me and Uncle Huang, turned his head and looked at the funeral director again, "Who are these four corpses?" ”

The curator immediately glanced at the man on the side, who hurried out, and in less than a minute ran back with a notebook in his hand.

"The names of these four people are...... It's Wang Mingzhang, Song Zuoyu, Song Wenjing, Chen Manli......"

I shuddered again, sure enough, it was them!

"Isn't there a staff on duty 24 hours a day? The four corpses are not small, and they don't know when they disappeared? Director Zheng was obviously a little angry, and his tone was not very friendly.

In fact, everyone present knows that the funeral parlor is a special place, and most of the people who choose to work here are middle-aged and elderly, and laziness is their commonality.

The curator pondered for a moment and said to Director Zheng, "I have a way, maybe I can find out when the body was stolen." ”

"What's the solution?" Director Zheng asked hurriedly.

After the curator smiled bitterly, he said, "Although there is no monitoring here, there is monitoring in every corridor and doorway in the museum, so it should be useful!" ”

As soon as he heard that there was monitoring, Director Zheng frowned, and then he was relieved.

Director Zheng sent three small policemen to follow the staff of the funeral home to the monitoring room, while the others carried out a carpet search centered on the "Juxian Pavilion", hoping to find some clues.

About an hour and a half later, a policeman rushed over out of breath and said, "Zheng ...... Zheng Suo...... Found ......"

"Oh? Take me there! As he walked, Director Zheng asked, "Can you see who did it?" ”

The policeman's face turned pale and he opened his mouth, as if he didn't know what to say, "Zheng Ju, you...... You'd better watch the surveillance yourself! ”

Soon we came to the monitoring room, and the other two policemen were also pale, and the funeral home staff in charge of monitoring hid directly to the side, shaking like chaff.

"Look at your cowardice, do you see a ghost?" Director Zheng angrily reprimanded.

"Director! I've really seen a ghost...... I don't believe you...... See for yourself......"

I know the policeman who spoke, his name is Zhang Zhikai, and he was also there when I was in the hospital a few days ago to get surveillance.

As he spoke, Zhang Zhikai clicked the mouse.

A door appeared on the surveillance, and after two glances, I recognized it, this door was the gate of the courtyard where Juxian Pavilion was located.