Chapter 125: The Funeral Home's Entrustment

Penang city news was still playing on the TV.

In the news. A summary report was made on this serial murder case.

The murderer. The old man of the handmade leather goods store also appeared.

The killer confessed to all the crimes he had committed. However, he did not explain the whereabouts of the skin of the three female deceased.

In court. The old man also didn't know anything, and shook his head at the judge frequently.

Niu Baiye was nibbling on an apple while scolding at the TV.

"This old immortal. It's really a dead pig, not afraid of boiling water. ”

I'm still full of doubts about this case.

From the current discovery, we only found the silver-gray van at the entrance of the alley of the handmade leather goods store.

And the black Volkswagen that Ma Simiao was riding. and Qian Xiaoxiao's blue Jetta. There was no sign of it.

The old man was adamant. The whole murder was done by him alone.

But I suddenly remembered that day in a handmade leather goods store. The old man's wife wiped the dust off my back with a rag very carefully.

His wife must have found blood on my back.

That's why he strode into the kitchen with the rag in his hand, and didn't even bother to say goodbye to me.

Also, the old man said that he lit ecstasy incense in the car, which stunned Chu Jinfeng and the three girls.

But where did the Ecstasy come from? Why were only three girls stunned, but the driver didn't do anything.

Chu Jinfeng and the others all said that after the murderer injected them with anesthetics, he began to cut their skin with a steel knife.

The old man's family is an ordinary Penang craftsman, where did the anesthetics come from?

The most critical key. It's the skin of the three victims.

Niu Baiye has confirmed that the leather bags on the counter of this handmade leather goods store are all ordinary calfskin.

And what about the skins of the three victims?

The old man said. He wanted to use the best materials in the world to make a handicraft that was unique in the world. Some people recognized his craftsmanship and paid a lot of money for him to make handmade leather goods.

Who is behind the scenes, and where are the handicrafts made?

This case is like cutting a fishing net that is still messy, it is so intricate. There are so many doubts that have not yet been fully solved.

However, Bincheng News shows that the Public Security Bureau has already made a closing statement on the case.

With so many doubts, don't you want to investigate them anymore? Or is there something at all that can't be investigated at all?

The more I thought about it, the more terrified I felt.

I suddenly had a strong sixth sense. Behind this serial murder case, there must be a big secret hidden.

It's just that it's temporarily obscured by the fog in front of me.

I'm only afraid that when the current fog clears, behind this case, there will be a blow that we can't bear.

Suddenly, I heard a knock on the door.

Niu Baiye continued to gnaw on the apple without looking back, even the apple core.

He gulped it down. He shouted at the door in a vague voice.

"Danhong, don't make a fuss! ”

Just listen to the sound of "Zi You". The door of the Huangquan Dumpling Restaurant was pushed open again.

A cold female voice asked behind us.

"Excuse me, can you see ghosts?"

I hurriedly turned around. I saw a middle-aged woman in her early 30s in front of me.

The voice seemed familiar. This figure and posture are also indescribably familiar.

I'm stumbling. Hold your forehead with your hand.

"You, ...... you?"

The woman spoke again.

"I just met it during the day, and now you don't remember me? I'm Sun Changjuan. ”

Sun Changjuan, isn't this the mortuary in the funeral home during the day today?

I said why the body voice is so familiar. During the day, he wears a hospital-like white coat and a mask on his face. I never saw her face.

Now he's off work. Changed into a homely outfit. I didn't recognize my face again.

"Oh! It turned out to be Sister Sun!"

Actually, I've always been a little entangled in my impression of this woman.

I do have some admiration for his make-up skills for corpses.

Her makeup is exquisite. It was also quick and fast to mend the corpse.

In particular, he can restore the faces of three female corpses that he has never seen before so completely. So lifelike.

Such skills are indeed admirable.

On the other hand, he treated the corpses and the families of the deceased with such indifference. In particular, I will never forget what he said during the day today.

When Qian Xiaoxiao's body was pushed into the cremation furnace, Sun Changjuan actually said a word.

"It smells like kebabs!"

What a ruthless person this must be to face such a momentous moment of life and death. behaved so indifferently.

I asked.

"Sister Sun, I really didn't recognize it for a while. Excuse me, what's the matter with you?"

Sun Changjuan was a little hesitant. The whole person looked left and right. Suddenly, he asked me again mysteriously.

"Can you see ghosts?"

I was a little surprised, but I nodded truthfully.

"Yes, what's the problem?"

Sun Changjuan suddenly let out a long breath.

"I knew it. Know that there are ghosts in this world. You guys, can you help me? I think I'm haunted by a ghost?"

"This ......!"

I was a little hesitant.

Huangquan Dumpling House has always been a dead man's business. The guests who are sent there are also ghosts who have died.

The woman nervously said that she was haunted by ghosts.

But he is obviously an ordinary person. There are no ghosts in sight. Maybe he's been in the funeral home for a long time. I may have hallucinated on my body.

Niu Baiye saw that business was coming, and hurriedly moved a stool for Sun Changjuan enthusiastically.

He said.

"Our Huangquan Dumpling Restaurant is a job, what lonely ghosts, fierce gods and evil spirits, mountain spirits and wild monsters, and ghosts. As long as they do something that is dangerous to the world, I will definitely eliminate it for you.

But ......!"

Niu Baiye rubbed his fingers?

"This labor fee. The price is not low!"

When Sun Changjuan heard this, her face suddenly became a little embarrassed, and she hesitated.

"Money, money is naturally to be given. It's just that I don't have a lot of money. I don't know, how much do you want?"

Niu Baiye moved a stool. One step sat opposite Sun Changjuan.

"Well, the proprietress isn't there, and I'm not good at valuing. Tell me what happened to you, and I'll make a prediction. Are you provoking ghosts or what?"

Sun Changjuan nodded. Worriedly, he glanced back at the dark sky outside the door.

"Actually, I didn't see the ghosts for what they were. It's just that something strange has happened to me lately....... ”

It turned out that this Sun Changjuan was 32 years old this year. is a widow.

Her husband died three years ago, leaving behind a five-year-old son.

My son was diagnosed with leukemia the year before last. It is also a perennial hospitalization. The cost of medicine is very high.

Therefore, Sun Changjuan is busy in the funeral home every day. I want to make money desperately and buy medicine for my son.

He graduated from university at the age of 23 and entered the Bincheng funeral home. He is the chief mortuary in the entire Bincheng funeral home.

His makeup skills are very high, and of course the corresponding fees are not low.

He stayed in the funeral home day and night every month, and had to make up and repair more than 20 corpses a day. After hard work every month, plus commissions, I got more than 30,000 yuan.

All of them bought medicine for their son to treat leukemia, and their lives were very poor.

Just the other day. Suddenly, there were some strange changes around him.

Once when he came home, he found that his dining table was full of prepared meals.

When I took a shower at night, the water heater turned out to be boiling hot water.

One more time. When he went to the hospital to see his son during the break, he said that every night, someone would tell him a story.

The child said that he could not see the man's face clearly. But the man told him in his ear. "She's Mom!"

Sun Changjuan shook her head excitedly.

"I am usually very busy at work, so I hired a nurse aunt from the hospital to help me take care of the children every day.

That aunt was not young, and she slept to death every night. He didn't have any academic qualifications. Stories are not told to children at all.