One of the rituals of turning the coffin is to say a final goodbye to the deceased;

The second is to send the soul of the deceased into reincarnation. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

So the time to turn the coffin, at least with us, is at midnight.

The lid is not fully closed before the coffin is turned.

It was not until after the coffin was turned that relatives and friends took one last look that the lid of the coffin was closed and nailed to death with spikes.

However, now they are all cremated, and the coffins provided by the funeral home are only convenient for the relatives of the deceased to hold ceremonies, although there are also coffin lids, but they cannot be nailed. It's just that after turning the coffin, it closes completely.

When it is time to be incinerated, the coffin is sent into the incineration room, and when it comes out again, only the ashes of the deceased remain.

So at midnight, the vigil nephews and nieces, as well as several brothers and sisters, led by the closest and longest nephew, circled around the coffin, weeping and weeping as they turned.

And I followed them with tears in my eyes.

When I turned to the coffin, I, like everyone else, took one last look at the body contained in the coffin.

Bao Luo's face was covered with a piece of fire paper, and at this time, relatives and friends could reach into the coffin and lift the fire paper to see Bao Luo for the last time.

But I didn't dare to lift the fire paper, including jumping from the more than ten floors, you can imagine what kind of miserable appearance it should be.

But I didn't lift the fire paper, but the fire paper floated up from Bao Luo's face.

We were taken aback, and saw Bao Luo sit up from the coffin, his facial features were twisted and his facial bones were shattered because of the fall from a tall building.

And his bright red protruding eyes actually stared straight at me. The crooked corners of his mouth, dripping with dirty black blood, trembled violently, as if he was screaming at me: "Don't go to the first line of the ridge!" Don't go to the First Line Ridge! ”

I screamed with him.

His screams, no one could hear. But my screams pierced the solemnity and silence of the funeral home.

The people who were guarding the spirit were all stunned by me for a long time, and then they rushed up.

Some called my name, others grabbed me and shook me vigorously.

I suddenly woke up, and all I felt was tears on my face.

But that's not because of sadness, it's because of fear.

In my teary eyes, I glanced into the coffin, Bao Luo was still lying in the coffin, and the fire paper covering his face was still covering his face.

"Colliers, what's wrong with you?" Wrapper's cousin asked me.

I looked blankly, at my cousin, and then at the others around me.

"Let's help Xiao Gao to the side and sit down, let's finish the ceremony first!" One of the oldest cousins said.

So someone helped me to sit down next to me, and the others continued to turn the coffin.

It took three turns in a row to close the lid of the coffin.

I sat on the side, still shivering slightly.

I don't know what happened or why I saw such horrible visions.

Is it because I went to the First Line Ridge?

Or is it because of Bao Luo's sudden departure, which makes me too sad?

Of course I hope it's the latter, but I know it's probably just wishful thinking on my part.

Thankfully, for the next few hours, everything was fine.

I still felt like a pair of eyes were staring at me somewhere, but nothing else was enough to frighten me after the horrific vision I had just experienced.

Early the next morning, Bao Luo's body was cremated.

Because he died too suddenly, there was no time to buy a cemetery, so his ashes could only be stored in a funeral parlor dedicated to storing ashes, and a simple funeral ceremony was held.

Then I went back to my house and fell asleep in bed.

Fortunately, I didn't have nightmares, and I slept soundly.

But when I woke up, I was startled.

I saw a man standing at the head of my bed, looking at me silently.

I almost screamed again, but luckily I could see that it was just a coat rack in the corner near the head of the bed.

I took a deep breath and wiped my face with my hand.

Just as the mobile phone rang, it was Meng Xiang calling.

She told me that she had sent the recorded noise to the technical department for inspection.

However, the report she submitted was scolded by Section Chief Zhou of the Criminal Investigation Division.

The reason for this was that she involved non-police officers in the case and included some "bizarre stories" in the report.

And the so-called "strange talk" naturally refers to the strange dream that I had with Bao Luo and Li Zi.

So I didn't tell Meng Xiang that I actually had a hallucination. I can't tell her that Bao Luo's death is probably because he can't bear the torture of illusions.

Because these are also "bizarre theories", there is no scientific basis for this.

I just comforted Meng Xiang a few words and hung up the phone.

After dinner, I lay in bed, because I had slept for so long during the day, I tossed and turned and couldn't sleep.

When I opened my eyes, I saw a tall, thin figure again, standing at the head of my bed, staring at me.

I let out an "ah" cry and hurriedly reached out and pressed the light.

Still leaning against the corner of the head of the bed, the coat rack stood quietly there.

I got up and got out of bed, simply moved the coat rack from the head of the bed to the end of the bed, and then lay down and went back to sleep.

But soon, the feeling of being stared at moved from the head of the bed to the end of the bed.

I got up again and simply moved the coat rack outside into the living room.

After that, I lay back on the bed, curled up in a ball, and covered myself from head to toe with a towel.

The next day, Meng Xiang called, and after making sure that I was at home, she came to my house with a USB flash drive.

My parents own a fairly profitable shop, and they are usually not at home during the day.

I led Meng Xiang into the study, turned on the computer, and plugged in the USB flash drive.

What was stored in the USB flash drive was the noise that Meng Xiang recorded with a small tape recorder, but it had been filtered by the Criminal Investigation Technology Section of the Public Security Bureau.

It still sounds like noise, but it's not as noisy and harsh as it used to be, but a "squeak" like the regular sound of a sewing machine's stitch tracking.

For two minutes, it was the same sound all the time.

I looked up at Meng Xiang, who made a gesture and told me to be patient.

So I continued to stare at the computer monitor, listening carefully to the "squeak" sound.

Then I gradually felt that in that "squeak" sound, there seemed to be some other sound.

I was listening closely, and all of a sudden, a loud voice scared me so much that I almost fell off my chair.

"Help!"

The voice was so sharp that it was impossible to tell whether it was a man or a woman.

And it was followed by a chaotic noise, as if countless people were screaming and screaming.

Occasionally one or two voices can be heard clearly, either "help", or: "Let me out!" ”

After that all the sound stopped abruptly, and I looked at the time, and it was less than four minutes.

And that day at Uncle Zhang's house, it was obviously recorded for more than five minutes.

"What else?" I asked. I felt my voice tremble slightly.

And my body was already drenched in cold sweat.

"No, I recorded for more than five minutes that day, but ...... On the cassette recorder, that's all there is to it. Meng Xiang said, looking at me with both eyes, his eyes full of confusion and horror, "Gao Li, what the hell is going on?" Is there really a ...... in the world?"

She gasped, not daring to say the last word.

But she didn't say it, and I knew what it was.

I'm an atheist, but now, like Meng Xiang, I feel the same fear and confusion.

The voice was distinctly like screams and shouts from hell.

I can even imagine pairs of withered hands scratching at the sky in the endless darkness.

And the screams of despair echoed and circled with the bloody rain and bloody wind.

- Help!

- Let me out!

Is there really a ghost in the world?

(See Chapter 017 "Vision")