Hang Jiabai hung up the phone, and Lin Shuyue rushed to the funeral home as quickly as possible.
At this time, a police car was parked in front of the funeral home. Many villagers who came to watch the fun were standing outside. Lin Shuyue walked closer and heard that they were talking about the ghost story in the funeral home that had been going on for the past few days.
Lin Shuyue started chatting with them.
Seeing that Lin Shuyue was a stranger, their interest in conversation did not diminish in the slightest: "Pretty girl, let me tell you something, you don't know, but many people know about that white shadow. It's always at the door at night, and when people walk in and take a look, there's nothing there."
"We guessed that the cremator must have been scared to death by a ghost."
Everyone talked at once, and soon Lin Shuyue pieced together the name of the deceased from their words.
The deceased was named Ran Kangshun, 48 years old this year. He started working at the funeral home 12 years ago. Because he was paid well for his work dealing with the dead, he bought a piece of land in Baixun Village early on and built a two-story building. His son and daughter also bought commercial housing in the city.
The whole family depended on his salary to live. Now he died suddenly, and the whole family was devastated. At this moment, Ran Kangshun's wife and mother supported each other and cried very sadly.
The director of the funeral home stood together with the police officers from the Beijiao Police Station and explained the situation to them.
Several policemen worked in teams of two to visit residents living near the funeral home.
A female police officer came over with a notebook in her hand, and she looked at Lin Shuyue, both of them were a little surprised.
"Sister Yuling." The person taking the statement was He Yuling. After the Great Sutra Sect incident, He Yuling had left the Municipal Public Security Bureau. A few days ago, Lin Shuyue received news from He Yuling that she had been transferred to a subordinate police station, which seemed to be the Beijiao Police Station.
She didn't expect to meet her here.
"Ah Yue." He Yuling was also surprised. The record of the visit was almost finished, so she stood next to Lin Shuyue and spoke to her in a low voice.
Lin Shuyue said that she was traveling in a nearby resort and happened to be out for a walk when she saw a lot of people gathered here, so she came over to take a look.
He Yuling nodded: "The resort next door was built by your Dingsheng Group."
After a pause, she whispered to Lin Shuyue, "We initially determined that the man died of sudden death, but the family members did not believe this and insisted that someone had murdered him. They listed all the people who had murdered him. We had no choice but to call the criminal police team."
While the two were talking, a man wearing a blue work suit with the word "Funeral Home" printed on it came in. He was also in his forties, a simple-looking man, and a little dark, probably because he had been running around outside for many years.
As soon as he saw the police and the curator, he showed a look of panic and the smile on his face became very stiff.
The curator saw him and quickly told the police station chief, "This is our corpse transporter, Long Jingyi."
Before he even got to the director, Ran Kangshun's mother rushed over and said, "You bastard. My Kangshun was so good to you, how could you bear to kill him? Don't forget that you got this job thanks to our Kangshun! You ungrateful bastard!"
Two bloodstains appeared on Long Jingyi's face in an instant. He said nothing, and when Ran Kangshun's mother rushed over again, he dodged sideways and said, "Auntie, Kang Shun's death has nothing to do with me."
This sentence really touched the nerves of Ran Kangshun's mother: "How come it doesn't matter? How come it doesn't matter! Let me ask you, last night, did you tell Kangshun that you were sick and asked him to switch shifts with you?"
There are not many people in the entire funeral home. There are two cremators, one transporter, one groomer, and the rest are the director and deputy director who are in charge of administration.
The staff is simple and the relationships among people are good. In the funeral home, except for the director and the deputy director, everyone else needs to work the night shift, and each one is on duty all night. Last night, Long Jingyi was on duty, but he had enteritis and diarrhea, so he asked Ran Kangshun to take over.
There were no bodies to be cremated these two days, and since it was the weekend, no one came to work in the museum. When the groomer came to work in the afternoon, he immediately saw Ran Kangshun lying in the duty room.
He thought he was asleep, but he didn't respond after calling him several times. The groomer walked in and saw that he was already cold and hard. He was terrified and called the police station and notified the curator.
When the curator and his colleagues hurried over, the police station had already arrived. The curator quickly notified Ran Kangshun's family to come. But who would have known that when the family members arrived, after seeing the body, they immediately said that he was murdered?
Long Jingyi was frightened by this accusation and said quickly: "I am really sick. If you don't believe me, you can ask Fengda. I started to have a stomachache in the afternoon and it didn't get better by the evening. I rushed to the hospital, the Beijiao Hospital. Police comrades, you can check this."
Beijiao Hospital is a community hospital, but compared to ordinary clinics, it is larger, has more doctors, and has higher medical quality.
Fengda was the middle-aged man standing next to the curator. He was wearing the same work clothes as Long Jingyi. He nodded immediately when he heard this.
Lin Shuyue stood outside the door, watching them arguing, and then she turned on the good and evil radar.
When she saw this, she was delighted.
The people in this funeral home, from the director to the body transporter named Long Jingyi, to Ran Kangshun's mother and daughter-in-law, are all not good people.
Ran Kangshun's mother and his wife both had a goodness and evil value of 30%. The other people's goodness and evil values ranged from 40 to 60. The groomer named Fengda had the lowest goodness and evil value, only 20%.
It can be said that everyone in this funeral home is a villain.
At this moment, Lin Shuyue's expression was not very good. The funeral home dealt with the dead. What could they do to the dead? For a moment, many things appeared in her mind.
Lin Shuyue said to He Yuling: "Sister Yuling, have you noticed that there seems to be something wrong with this funeral home?"
As a professional police officer, He Yuling had some initial thoughts after visiting the people around her: "Something is wrong. Facing Ran Kangshun's death, they were too calm. The curator, the groomer, and Long Jingyi who just arrived all reacted too calmly to the death."
"Perhaps you don't know, after we arrived, the curator came over and saw that the police had been called. He glared at the grooming assistant behind his back." This is definitely not the attitude a normal boss should have when treating an employee who died without reason in the company. He didn't even go to see the deceased.
Fengda's calling the police was a normal reaction when seeing someone suddenly die, but it was different for the curator. The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law cried bitterly, but they just went over to take a look. The last person who came, Long Jingyi, was even more so, he didn't even look at it.
This is also the reason why the chief of the police station took advantage of the "ghost" incident and called the criminal investigation team.
The sirens sounded, and Hang Jiabai and others from the Criminal Police Team's Serious Crime Unit got out of the car. Zhao Youcheng and others saw Lin Shuyue, waved to her, and then followed the people in white coats and carrying luggage inside.
Seeing so many policemen coming, the onlookers started discussing again. He Yuling stopped chatting with Lin Shuyue and followed the criminal police into the room.
As soon as she left, the woman who had just been chatting with Lin Shuyue came over.
"Pretty girl, do you know this policeman?"
Lin Shuyue nodded openly: "Yes, that was my friend just now."
The woman didn't know the difference between a criminal policeman and an ordinary policeman. When she heard what Lin Shuyue said, she immediately thought that since Lin Shuyue had a friend who was a police officer, it was normal for her to know her colleagues.
The woman was holding two mangoes in her hand. She gave one to Lin Shuyue, who refused to give it up. "The man who led the group to passed by was really handsome."
The man leading the group was Hang Jiabai. Lin Shuyue agreed with a smile, "Yes, I also think he is the most handsome. Auntie, do you live nearby?"
Auntie pointed and said, "See that mango tree? That's my home."
Lin Shuyue looked over and saw that her home was in the same row as the funeral home. Her home was a two-story building, and she could easily see the whole picture of the funeral home from the second floor and the roof of her home. A mango tree grew in the backyard of her home, and the fruits were so abundant that they grew outside.
Lin Shuyue took a closer look and said, "Auntie, did you see anyone from the funeral home go out at night?"
When talking about this, the aunt looked disgusted: "That is the homestead allocated to my family by the village. My family has built a house there for five years. During these five years, the undertaker would go out in the middle of the night every few days. Apart from anything else, the humming sound of the car is really annoying."
The aunt is almost fifty years old. She doesn't sleep well at night. When someone from the funeral home goes out at night, she can't sleep well at all. They also protested to the funeral home, but what can they do? They have to pick up people at night. Who can do anything about it? Do they have to tell the dead people who are to be cremated that they died at the wrong time and go back to die again?
"That would disturb people's sleep." Lin Shuyue's words instantly ignited the aunt's interest in talking. She started talking quickly, and soon she told her about what she saw in the funeral home every day.
After that, she added, "The people in this funeral home are rich. Not to mention the one who died, the one who just went in and the one who was accused as killer make a lot of money every month. Every household buys land and builds a house."
In the Chinese concept since ancient times, people who do business with the dead are more profitable than those who do business with the living. This money is hard to earn, so when the aunt talks about the money made by the funeral home workers, she doesn't envy them. She thinks that money is what they deserve.
Lin Shuyue raised her eyebrows. The salary of the funeral home is not low. After working for a few years, it is possible for every household to buy land and build a house, because the price of houses in Pengcheng was not that high a few years ago. But Lin Shuyue's eyes fell on the wife of the deceased Ran Kangshun.
Maybe people at that time had no concept of famous brands, but the bags and clothes this forty-year-old woman was carrying were all famous brands, such as Chanel and Gucci. Her entire outfit, including the wedge-heeled high heels, must have cost at least three to five thousand yuan.
Just now, Lin Shuyue saw her take out her cell phone and look at it. It was an iPhone. iPhones were all very expensive brands in the later generations, not to mention now. Lin Shuyue still remembers that when iPhones were popular, they were called kidney phones. It means that someone had his kidney removed in order to buy a iPhone.
From this, you can know how expensive this iPhone is. And it is rare in China. You can't buy this phone without spending 10,000 or 20,000 yuan!
The same is true for Ran Kangshun's mother. The pattern and style of her clothes appear ordinary, but the dress with a green background and red flowers is made of silk. The red flowers on it are embroidered and lifelike, which is fundamentally different from those printed ones.
Lin Shuyue waited for the aunt next to her to finish her complaints, and then she reached into her pocket and took out a handful of melon seeds from her backpack. These melon seeds were bought from the store outside the Daiyun Courtyard that day.
Because this thing is very hot, Lin Shuyue put it into the system backpack and forgot about it. Today she just happened to take it out and eat it.
The aunt was feeling that her mouth was empty from talking too much, so she took the melon seeds without hesitation and continued to listen to her while eating them.
"Auntie, you said that Ran Kangshun and Long Jingyi are from the same place?" Lin Shuyue took advantage of the moment when the aunt was talking and asked hurriedly.
Auntie nodded. "Yes, not only them, but also the curator, the organizer, and Old Xu who guards the graves in the cemetery on the mountain, are all from the same place. When the curator opened the funeral home, he couldn't recruit people, so he went home and brought people here."
"Two years ago, a family in our village couldn't make ends meet and came to ask if they were hiring, but they said no."
Lin Shuyue nodded: "Auntie, do you know where they are from?"
The aunt's movements of cracking melon seeds slowed down. She thought again and again: "I really forgot for a moment, wait for me to ask."
After the aunt finished speaking, she called a man over loudly. The man listened to her and came over quickly. The aunt gave him some melon seeds. The man was about the same age as her, an old man, and was plump. The aunt asked him about it, and he thought for a moment and said, "It's from Yunguan, a remote village. I can't remember it for a moment."
Lin Shuyue is now more certain of her inner thoughts.
Yunguan belongs to Guangdong Province, but this city is very famous in the past and in the future, and many people don't even know that it belongs to Guangdong Province. Its geographical location is close to Hunan Province, with many mountains and little land, and it is relatively remote. It is said to be Guangdong Province, but it seems that it has not benefited from this developed province, and it has not received any development.
What kind of lifestyle can be fostered in such a remote place? Feudalism is probably one of them. In addition, all the staff of this funeral home are from the same place, and they are all "insiders" in a twisted way, so the possibility of crime is even greater.
At this moment, Hang Jiabai brought Zhao Youcheng and Ran Kangshun's wife out of the police station. Ran Kangshun's wife led them across the road to their home across the street.
The onlookers immediately turned to the battlefield, after all, they had already seen enough of the excitement at the funeral home.
Lin Shuyue walked with the aunt and uncle while sending messages to Hang Jiabai.
Hang Jiabai didn't know much about luxury goods. He just knew about these things and had never really learned about them. After reading Lin Shuyue's information, his eyes fell on Ran Kangshun's wife. He didn't notice it just now, but now he felt that Ran Kangshun's wife's clothes were indeed well designed and smoothly cut.
He took a look and followed her into the house. The floor was covered with white tiles. In the living room of more than 100 square meters, there was a large TV and a set of mahogany sofas, a coffee table,
Look at the furnishings in the house. There is a vertical air conditioner in the corner, and there is a refrigerator and a freezer at the door of the kitchen. The freezer is a double-door refrigerator. Look at the lamp hanging from the ceiling, and the computer placed by the window in the open door.
Each one is worth a lot of money.
Hang Jiabai glanced at the watch on his hand. No matter how rich the employees of this funeral home were, they couldn't afford to buy so many things!
"Yao Fenglian, right? You said that your Ran Kangshun was killed by Long Jingyi. Is there any basis for this?"
Ran Kangshun's wife got excited when she heard this: "Of course there is. Just yesterday morning, Long Shunyi came to my house and had a big fight with my Kangshun. He even wanted to beat my Kangshun. My Kangshun has always treated him as his younger brother and always thinks of him when he has something to do."
"He ended up like this just because of one wrong word. Tell me, what's the difference between this guy and an ungrateful person? Back then, his family was so poor that they could barely survive. If my family Kang Shun hadn't brought him out, his family would have died."
"What's the reason for the quarrel?"
"Oh, I really don't know. Sometimes, men don't want a woman like me to know about things between them..."
After the routine questioning, Hang Jiabai brought Zhao Youcheng out of Ran Kangshun's house. At this time, Ran Kangshun's son and daughter finally came. What's more interesting is that the brother and sister both drove a car.
According to Hang Jiabai's questioning of Ran Kangshun's wife, one of them opened a clothing store and the other was a clerk in a company. The two cars together would cost at least 100,000 or 200,000 yuan, right?
Hang Jiabai found this very interesting. He whispered in Zhao Youcheng's ear, "Go check the bank statements of Ran Kangshun's family. And check the bank statements of the other people in the funeral home as well."
Just as He Yuling and the others had judged, in just a short while, Hang Jiabai had already realized that something was wrong with this funeral home.
Lin Shuyue and the others looked at the door of Ran Kangshun's house from a distance. When Ran Kangshun's daughter walked towards the funeral home crying, the uncle said beside Lin Shuyue: "Ran Kangshun's son used to hang out with his father in the funeral home. We all thought he would work in the funeral home, but who knew that he didn't do that and went to the city to open a clothing store."
"But this boy is quite filial. He comes to the funeral home to see his father every few days. His daughter doesn't come here very often, but she is quick to ask for money. Last time I passed by his house, I saw her asking his father for money. She said that if he didn't give her 20,000 yuan, he's a patriarchal."
Lin Shuyue looked over and saw that the good and evil radar was always on. The good and evil values of Ran Kangshun's son and daughter were between 20-30.
Just as Lin Shuyue was about to turn off the good and evil radar, she saw someone walk into the detection range of her radar. The good and evil radar flashed and finally stopped at 5%. Lin Shuyue suddenly thought of Luo Laosan, who had a firm belief and deceived the good and evil system.
She don't know what this situation is.
She looked over and saw a thin, tall man wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. He walked very slowly and if she looked closely she could see there was something wrong with his feet.
Lin Shuyue heard the aunt beside him enthusiastically calling him Doctor Fu.
The uncle said to Lin Shuyue, "This is Doctor Fu from our North Suburb Hospital. He knows everything and is a very good doctor. Whenever we have a headache or fever, we always go to him for treatment."
Before Lin Shuyue could say anything, he continued, "It's just that Doctor Fu's fate is not very good. His sister just passed away a while ago. Let me tell you, his sister was very pretty and spoke softly. She was a nurse in the hospital. I don't know which bastard drove so fast in the morning and hit Doctor Fu's sister to death."
The uncle shook his head as he spoke.
At the same time, Doctor Fu also walked up to them and asked the uncle, "Uncle Wu, does your waist still hurt? Is the medicine I prescribed for you the day before yesterday still working?"
[ Ding ~~~ It has been detected that the key figures have gathered. The limited-time mission "The Sin in the Funeral Home" has been started. The time limit is 7 days. Please find out the whole truth within seven days~~~ ]