Early the next morning, I came out of the detention center and rushed back to Mr. Wang's house as soon as possible, but found that there was no trace of Mr. Wang or Wang Wei at home.

Where did they go early in the morning?

I walked out of the bedroom, sat on the sofa in the living room with a depressed face, and stumbled upon a letter on the coffee table, with the envelope written on it.

Puzzled, I opened the envelope, pulled the letter from it, and skimmed through it roughly. I found out that this letter was left for me by Mr. Wang before leaving, he said that I am okay for the time being, and they have something to go out for a few days, so let me stay at home.

I hastily put the letter back in the envelope, sighed faintly, and prepared to leave for Teacher Fang's house, as her student, I should send her on her last ride no matter what.

When I came out of Mr. Fang's house, I looked up at the foggy weather, as if my own mood was extremely depressed at this time.

Suddenly, Mr. Fang's face flashed through my mind. Only then did I suddenly remember that I seemed to have some communication with Teacher Fang before that white night, and Teacher Ghost now has a face exactly like Teacher Fang, and if I am lucky, I may meet her at Teacher Fang's house.

With this kind of luck mentality, I hurriedly stopped a taxi on the side of the road and rushed to Teacher Fang's house.

It was already close to afternoon when I got out of the car, and before I got close to Mr. Fang's house, I heard a miserable cry from that direction, followed by the sound of monks chanting and knocking on wooden fish.

When I approached the door, I found that there was a shed in front of Mr. Fang's house, and all kinds of wreaths were placed around it. There was a large table in the shed, on which was placed a black-and-white posthumous photo of Teacher Fang. On the right side of the photo is a delicately carved colored jar, which should be the ashes of Teacher Fang.

Just below the mourning hall, two gray-haired old men knelt on the huge cushions, their bodies draped in a white cloth, and their heads hung down and silently wiped their tears.

The people dressed in black around them lowered their heads solemnly, as if they were mourning for Teacher Fang.

I didn't expect Mr. Fang's family to hold a funeral today..

I crept into the crowd, looking at the warm and kind smile on the posthumous photo on the mourning hall, my nose was sore, and my eyes couldn't help but cry.

In my impression, Mr. Fang was an enlightening teacher in my university life, but now when I am about to graduate, it has become a posthumous photo, and it is false to say that I am not sad.

I sniffed lightly and wiped away the tears that remained in the corners of my eyes with my sleeve, always feeling that Mr. Fang should not have suffered from a disease like myocardial infarction at this age and died of recurrence for no reason.

After the funeral was held and everyone left, I stood alone in front of the mourning hall, knelt on the soft cushion, and solemnly bowed to Teacher Fang.

This is her gratitude for my education at the university.

"May I ask who you are?"

I turned my head, got up from the cushion and gave them a brief introduction.

"Hello uncle and aunt, I am a student of Teacher Fang before his death, and I came here today to attend the teacher's funeral."

"Really? She's a blessing to have such a dedicated student as you. ”

Looking at the red and swollen eyes of Mr. Fang's parents from crying, I didn't know what to say to comfort them in their grief over the loss of their daughter. Because I know very well that all the comfort at this time will not cover up the fact that Teacher Fang has passed away, and also erase the grief in the hearts of Teacher Fang's parents.

"You guys are tired after kneeling for a day today, I know that the mourning hall needs someone to guard it at night, so it's better for me to do it for me, anyway, Teacher Fang is the teacher I respected the most in my life, and I should do it to be able to keep her spirit."

"This."

They listened to my words and looked at each other, obviously embarrassed by this.

"I know my uncle's and aunt's concerns, but with your body, staying up all night will definitely not be able to bear it, and it will not be good if you accidentally get sick at that time."

After my repeated explanations, Mr. Fang's parents were finally persuaded by me to agree to let me hold a vigil in the mourning hall tonight.

To be honest, if it weren't for the fact that I had already seen all kinds of ghosts before, and had already trained a certain amount of courage, I am afraid that I would not have had the courage to complete this heavy task at this time.

After having dinner with Mr. Fang's parents, I went to the mourning hall alone to keep a vigil, during which Mr. Fang's mother still couldn't let go of me, so she specially hugged a quilt over, afraid that I would catch a cold from the vigil outside.

I took the quilt from her hand and nodded to her again in thanks.

Although she insisted on staying with me, I strongly refused in the end.

Looking at her departing back, I subconsciously wrapped the quilt around my body, and my heart was warm.

In the second half of the night, I was finally defeated by the sleepy bug, and I dozed off in a daze, but I didn't sleep very peacefully.

Maybe it's because of the quilt on my body, I don't think the ground outside is cold.

Suddenly, a gust of wind whistled past my face, and I, who was full of Teacher Fang, barely opened my eyes and found that Teacher Fang's ghost was standing in front of me at some point.

"Yan Yue.."

Teacher Fang, who was pale, looked at me with a cloak, she was dressed in white and took a few steps closer to me, her cold fingertips touched my cheeks, making my body shake, and her knee-jerk reaction was to turn around and run.

However, I forcibly suppressed such thoughts.

"Actually, I didn't die of myocardial infarction as they say, but I was killed!"

She looked at me with some emotion, her cold hands clasping my shoulders and holding my shoulder blades for a while.

"On the afternoon of the day I died, I don't know who put a cup of hot coffee on my desk, and I thought it should have been bought for the group by someone in the office, so I didn't pay much attention and drank it."

"But I didn't expect that after a while, I felt very stuffy in my chest, as if someone was pinching my neck, so I couldn't breathe, I wanted to shout for help, but when it came to my mouth, I opened my mouth, but my throat couldn't make the slightest sound. With that, I clutched my heart and fell straight down from the chair. ”

I listened to Mr. Fang's self-reported process with a solemn face, and knew that Mr. Fang died unexpectedly, poisoned by an unknown murderer.

The suspect I first thought of was the ghost teacher with the exact same face as Teacher Fang, but thinking about the fact that the ghost teacher wanted to kill people and solve it with his fingers, why bother to make Teacher Fang die in such a troublesome way.

I couldn't figure it out, so I lowered my eyes and was silent for a while.

"Si'er, I know that only you can help me now, I hope you can promise me to help me find out the murderer, otherwise I really won't be able to die!"

I knew Teacher Fang's anxious feelings, and immediately promised her that I would help her catch the murderer and bring her to justice.

Just when I was about to ask Teacher Fang what the relationship between Bai Ye and her was, suddenly a white cat came out of nowhere and appeared in front of my eyes.