C15 Death of the mortician

I lay down and slept through the night. When I woke up, people around me told me I'd been asleep for seven days, and they thought I was dead.

Only I know that in this period of time, the things that I have been going through are so inconceivable. Many times, I can't tell if it is the truth or just living in a dream.

However, the exhaustion and pain in my body clearly told me that it was all true. If I didn't hide or escape, I would be brought back sooner or later. Thinking of this, he felt indignant in his heart.

'Grandmother must know something, right? 'Her attitude was very respectful when she first met Uncle Chen. But I can't ask now, and I don't dare to.

They would definitely arrange for someone to accompany Grandma. If they went back, they would be walking into a trap.

"Disciple, have you rested enough?" An old voice sounded and I hurriedly got off the bed.

Seeing that I was feeling better, the old man told me that there was another criminal case in A City today, and he was taking me to see it. I quickly agreed.

I started to pack. To avoid trouble, I tied up my chest, pulled up my hair, and pretended to be a Taoist.

He was afraid that he would be recognized as such. After checking the droplet-shaped thing on his face, he followed the old man down the mountain.

On the way, the old man told me that the mortician in the morgue had died suddenly, and that there was something unclean about it. She wanted him to take a look.

The old man had repeatedly warned them not to say anything about it. Otherwise, they would treat me as an anomaly. Besides, the police were not superstitious, so they could only do this in private.

Soon we were in the morgue, and as soon as we entered, I felt a choking sensation, as if something were strangling my neck. I grabbed the front of my neck and threw it away, regardless of whether I caught it or not.

Six corpses lay horizontally after they entered. Their faces were all purple, as if they had all died from suffocation. However, there were no scratches on the corpses. The few of them had yet to enter the water, so how could they possibly suffocate?

Several policemen were taking notes, and the autopsy revealed that he had died of asthma due to dyspnea, which caused his death from lack of oxygen. However, the police all knew that this was only for others to see. If they did not invite someone to help them get rid of the evil spirits, they would definitely get into trouble.

Thus, the old man was invited. After circling around once, the old man patted his chest and said that it was no problem.

He beckoned me to his side and asked me what I had just discovered. I didn't want to hide anything, so I told him about the feeling of suffocation.

When the old man heard this, he was dumbfounded. How were they supposed to catch ghosts then?

A cold feeling spread through me, so I motioned for the old man to let them all go. He let the others go.

For a moment, there was only the two of us in the large morgue.

Swish, swish. It was as if the wind was blowing. I tensed up.

He once again felt the sensation of being strangled, and a shadow appeared before his eyes. When the old man opened the gourd, I saw the shadow fade and disappear.

This is the second time I've seen this gourd, so I'm increasingly curious. He kept staring at the gourd.

The old man seems to be satisfied with my foolish reaction

The old man saw my fatigue and told me to take a good rest. He would teach me slowly in a few days.

After I returned to my room, I lay down on the bed and fell into a dream.

The death of the mortician

I lay down and slept through the night. When I woke up, people around me told me I'd been asleep for seven days, and they thought I was dead.

Only I know that in this period of time, the things that I have been going through are so inconceivable. Many times, I can't tell if it is the truth or just living in a dream.

However, the exhaustion and pain in my body clearly told me that it was all true. If I didn't hide or escape, I would be brought back sooner or later. Thinking of this, he felt indignant in his heart.

'Grandmother must know something, right? 'Her attitude was very respectful when she first met Uncle Chen. But I can't ask now, and I don't dare to.

They would definitely arrange for someone to accompany Grandma. If they went back, they would be walking into a trap.

"Disciple, have you rested enough?" An old voice sounded and I hurriedly got off the bed.

Seeing that I was feeling better, the old man told me that there was another criminal case in A City today, and he was taking me to see it. I quickly agreed.

I started to pack. To avoid trouble, I tied up my chest, pulled up my hair, and pretended to be a Taoist.

He was afraid that he would be recognized as such. After checking the droplet-shaped thing on his face, he followed the old man down the mountain.

On the way, the old man told me that the mortician in the morgue had died suddenly, and that there was something unclean about it. She wanted him to take a look.

The old man had repeatedly warned them not to say anything about it. Otherwise, they would treat me as an anomaly. Besides, the police were not superstitious, so they could only do this in private.

Soon we were in the morgue, and as soon as we entered, I felt a choking sensation, as if something were strangling my neck. I grabbed the front of my neck and threw it away, regardless of whether I caught it or not.

Six corpses lay horizontally after they entered. Their faces were all purple, as if they had all died from suffocation. However, there were no scratches on the corpses. The few of them had yet to enter the water, so how could they possibly suffocate?

Several policemen were taking notes, and the autopsy revealed that he had died of asthma due to dyspnea, which caused his death from lack of oxygen. However, the police all knew that this was only for others to see. If they did not invite someone to help them get rid of the evil spirits, they would definitely get into trouble.

Thus, the old man was invited. After circling around once, the old man patted his chest and said that it was no problem.

He beckoned me to his side and asked me what I had just discovered. I didn't want to hide anything, so I told him about the feeling of suffocation.

When the old man heard this, he was dumbfounded. How were they supposed to catch ghosts then?

A cold feeling spread through me, so I motioned for the old man to let them all go. He let the others go.

For a moment, there was only the two of us in the large morgue.

Swish, swish. It was as if the wind was blowing. I tensed up.

He once again felt the sensation of being strangled, and a shadow appeared before his eyes. When the old man opened the gourd, I saw the shadow fade and disappear.

This is the second time I've seen this gourd, so I'm increasingly curious. He kept staring at the gourd.

The old man seemed to be satisfied with my foolish reaction. He patted me on the shoulder. "Girl, are you interested in me?"