"Their boss always delays paying them wages. This year is the worst. They have not paid wages for six months in a row."
"The co-workers really couldn't let the blame go, so they made a private appointment, with my husband leading the team, to go to the boss together to ask for wages."
"We didn't think much at the time. Even if we were paid a month's salary, our life would be easier."
"That afternoon, it was also the child's birthday. I was waiting for the good news at home, thinking that I would have enough money to buy the child a cake."
"But I waited and waited until night, but my husband never came back."
"That's when I realized something was wrong. I started calling my husband, but he didn't answer."
"I called my co-workers, but they didn't answer the phone."
"The next day, I couldn't bear it anymore and went straight to the construction site."
"My boss told me that yesterday when my husband was returning from the construction site, he slipped and fell into the water and died. He couldn't contact me and was just about to call the police..."
Su Mian frowned, feeling that this was too strange:
"What happened next? Did you call the police?"
Zhang Cui wiped away her tears, choked up and said angrily:
"I called the police, and the police came, but the surveillance showed that my husband indeed slipped and fell into the water..."
Hearing this, the onlookers began to point fingers.
"Since it was captured by surveillance, it may be that your husband really slipped and fell into the water."
"Well, men nowadays are under too much pressure. It's normal for them to slip and fall into the water when they can't think about it."
"It sounds like women don't have a lot of pressure."
"It's just that we are the ones giving birth to the children, so we are under more pressure."
"You're right. If a man can have children, I can also work hard to make money."
Su Mian looked at Zhang Cui, waiting for her to speak.
But before she said anything, her five-year-old child spoke first:
"No, mommy said, daddy gave it a dream."
Zhang Cui held her young child in her arms and couldn't help crying anymore:
"Master, my husband gave me a dream. He said that he was pushed down by someone and did not fall into the water by mistake."
"He told me to find a Taoist priest for help, otherwise he will die with his eyes open."
As soon as the words fell, everyone was in an uproar.
Su Mian's face turned serious and she said seriously:
"Is your husband's body still there?"
"In my house, Master. They asked me to burn it, but I didn't want to do it."
Zhang Cui stared at Su Mian, hoping for a change.
"I'll go over there."
Su Mian said and started to send messages to Fu Jiuyuan.
Fu Jiuyuan said in the morning that if he goes out to take orders in the future, call him up.
In the villa next door, Fu Jiuyuan immediately asked Lu Yi to drive over when he saw the news.
Everyone looked envious.
They knew very well that if Master Jiu took action, the family would be safe.
Soon, the Bentley stopped in front of a dilapidated farmer's house.
Zhang Cui lives on the seventh floor of the top floor.
The peasant houses here only have stairs and no elevator.
There are piles of garbage everywhere in the corridor.
Dirty and smelly.
The armrest was very dark and some unknown objects had been smeared on it.
"Sorry, Master Su, thank you for your hard work."
Zhang Cui guessed.
I'm afraid Su Mian has never been to such a dirty and messy place.
She handed over a glass of warm water and a small piece of bread.
Su Mian took it and didn't dislike it. She took a sip:
"Where is your husband's body?"
"in the fridge."
Zhang Cui opened the refrigerator.
The door of her refrigerator was up, and her dead husband was half lying inside.
Su Mian looked at Zhang Cui.
It was hard to imagine how she, a thin woman, could carry the body of an adult man back and carry it up to the seventh floor.
She glanced at the corpse and her face became more solemn:
"Show me the surveillance."
Zhang Cui quickly took out his mobile phone.
Her screen has long been broken, but she has no money to replace it:
"Here, Master Su."
With just one glance, Su Mian confirmed her thoughts:
"Your husband did not die in a normal way."
Zhang Cui knelt down with a pop, grabbed Su Mian's trousers, and cried:
"Master Su, please help me catch the murderer."
After a pause, as if afraid that she would refuse, Zhang Cui gritted his teeth:
"Don't worry, Master, I will chip in the money to pay for your visit."
Su Mian shook her head with a serious look on her face:
"I don't charge money."
Zhang Cui seemed unable to believe it, and she knelt down again.
Su Mian's face grimaced:
"If you kneel down again, I won't help you."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Cui stood up quickly and looked at Su Mian as if he were seeing a living Bodhisattva.
She was born in a rural area, and her family favored sons over daughters, and she suffered a lot.
When she grew up, she got married. Although her husband was kind to her, they had always lived in poverty.
Therefore, she was accustomed to living a humble life from the very beginning.
She originally thought that Su Mian wouldn't help her, but she didn't expect that she agreed so readily and didn't charge any money.
This was something that had never happened before in her world.
Su Mian thought for a moment and looked at her:
"Wait a minute, I'll try to summon your husband's ghost first."
