Downstairs in the community.
Father Fang and mother Fang kept circling nervously, but they did not dare to look towards where they were just now.
I could only lower my head and look at the ground, praying in my heart that nothing would happen, and that Xiaoxiao would be able to be saved smoothly!
Yang Yin also spoke out to comfort them: "Brother, sister-in-law, Miss, she is very powerful, there will be no problem, don't worry."
Father Fang rubbed his hands and looked at Yang Yin gratefully: "Thank you, Xiao Yang. If we hadn't met you today, we would have lived in regret for the rest of our lives."
Yang Yin waved her hand: "It has nothing to do with me. It's the young lady who is great. In fact, it's just a coincidence."
Even now, he didn't hide anything and told everything except about Yun Lai's life experience.
Of course, the focus was on Fang Xiaoxiao.
Although Fang's father and Fang's mother had already met their daughter and said their final farewells, after all, they had raised a daughter for decades, so it was hard to hear.
After talking about it, the two began to wipe their tears again.
When Yun Lai came out of the dark corner, patting the dust away, he saw Fang's father and mother crying like a tearful person.
Walking forward, she dusted off her clothes and looked at Yang Yin: "Why are you still crying? No comfort?"
When Father Fang and Mother Fang saw Yun Lai coming back and she was calm and composed, their hearts dropped.
The master is so calm, it must be done.
Father Fang: "No! It has nothing to do with Xiao Yang. It was the two of us who cried when we thought about Xiaoxiao being killed and becoming a ghost. It was so uncomfortable."
Mother Fang also nodded.
Yunlai said, lukewarmly: "Fang Xiaoxiao may already be at the entrance of the underworld now. At twelve o'clock, the ghost gate of the underworld opens to welcome a new group of ghosts. You must burn thirteen ingots before twelve o'clock. Every day Each ingot should be written with Fang Xiaoxiao's birth date and burned at the crossroads."
The two of them were stunned for a moment, not understanding what Yun Lai meant.
Father Fang asked anxiously: "Is thirteen enough? Do I want to burn more? Xiaoxiao never suffered hardship or lacked money during her lifetime."
Yun Lai swept his palms and said, "Those thirteen gold ingots are for buying money for the journey. After Fang Xiaoxiao goes down, he has to pass through thirteen ghost gates, one for each gate, one for each gatekeeper, a total of thirteen. This money is for bribing them." Thirteen cannot be more or less. If there are too many, you will be missed, and if there are too few, you will not be able to pass through the gate of hell. The purpose of writing down the birth date is to ensure that the ingot is delivered to Fang Xiaoxiao accurately."
There are ghost messengers in the underworld who specialize in delivering goods.
None on the ground.
Goods arrive directly.
When the two of them heard that they still had this skill!
I anxiously took out my phone to check the time.
It's almost eleven o'clock, and there is only more than an hour left before twelve o'clock!
They don't have much time to ink.
Father Fang: "Master, thank you! I will find someone to prepare ingots right now! I don't have time to thank you today. After this period of time, I, Fang Qingtian, will definitely thank Master again!"
Mother Fang was grateful and bowed to Yun Lai: "Thank you."
Yun Lai helped her up, his face as usual: "You go quickly, don't worry about Fang Xiaoxiao's body for now, burn the ingot first, and then go to the police station to claim it later."
Fang Xiaoxiao has left, and Fang's father and mother have also seen each other for the last time. The empty body has little meaning.
Fang's father and Fang's mother really didn't intend to stay. Even if they saw the body, they would only feel more sad, regretful and angry!
Now, what is more important is to let her daughter enter the ghost gate smoothly.
"Okay, Master, let's go first."
Fang's father regained some of his energy and walked quickly outside the community with Fang's mother in his arms.
The police downstairs were nearby and were confused when they saw the deceased's parents turning around and leaving in a hurry.
My daughter's body will be brought down soon. Why did she leave so suddenly?
What happened?
"What's wrong?"
Xiao Bohan came down from upstairs. As soon as he walked out of the unit door, he saw his friend staring ahead and asked curiously.
The policeman closest to him turned to look at him and said in confusion: "The deceased's parents ran away."
The elevator opened, and a large group of police officers came out of the elevator. Fang Xiaoxiao's body was also carried out covered with a white cloth.
Xiao Bohan groaned and looked in the direction where the police officer was looking. Except for the two people who initially called the police, the parents of the deceased had really left.
"Where have people gone?"
The little policeman shook his head: "I don't know. The four of them left for a while and came back one after another for almost forty minutes. After they came back, they didn't know what they were talking about. Then, the parents of the deceased ran away in a hurry, and they didn't know what they were talking about. You know what to do."
Xiao Bohan, the second monk, was confused.
Today's case is a homicide. They have fingerprints on the scene and the general history of the crime. They have almost finished their reasoning upstairs. Now they are just waiting to communicate with the parents of the deceased to identify the suspect.
But now, the parents of the deceased have run away, but the body of the deceased is still there, what will happen?
Scratching his head irritably, he walked towards Yun Lai and Yang Yin.
Both of them were about to leave, but were stopped when they were called out.
"Sorry to bother you."
Turning around, it was the leading policeman from the beginning.
Xiao Bohan took out his police card and introduced himself politely: "My surname is Xiao, Xiao Bohan, captain of the Criminal Investigation Section of Xuancheng General Police Station. This incident is initially determined to be a homicide. You may need your cooperation to follow me back to the police station to start a new investigation." Record a detailed confession."
Yun Lai has no intention of coming forward to negotiate. She is only a minor now.
Yang Yin glanced at her calmly, nodded to Xiao Bohan and said hello: "Hello, Captain Xiao. Our confession has been given in detail before, and the murderer believes that the police will find it soon. It's really too late today, police I won’t go to the game.”
He took out a business card from his bag and handed it over: "My name is Yang Yin. I am the driver and part-time secretary of the chairman of Sang Group. If you have any questions, you can call me at any time."
He said it very tactfully, but Xiao Bohan heard it.
He took the business card and apologized: "Sorry to bother you, I will contact you later if there is any progress."
Pulling his lips and smiling, his eyes fell on Yun Lai.
This little girl was terrifyingly calm from the beginning.
He didn't speak, just stood and watched, which was really curious.
With a fake smile, he deliberately said casually: "The little girl is very courageous. She is not afraid at all when she sees the corpse."
Knowing that he was nodding to himself, Yun Lai did not expose it and cooperated with him: "I come from the mountains. When I was a child, I often saw old people passing away in the mountains. I was still standing guard on the red and white mats."
Xiao Bohan was confused.
Stand guard?
As a policeman, he often attended white funerals.
There is no rank specifically written on the white mourners in rural areas or cities.
Not to mention happy events.
Knowing that he would not be able to figure it out, Yunlai had no intention of explaining to him. In this situation, the sooner he could escape, the better.
Yang Yin understood, quietly made an OK gesture, and said: "I'm sorry, Captain Xiao, it's really late. I have to go to work tomorrow. If I don't go back to rest, it will be too late. I'm sorry."
After that, he left without looking back.
