Uneasy

Chapter 9 The funeral will be held at night (2)
Mo Feng was quite interested in Chen Ziyan's new work, but unfortunately he didn't see the outline, so he hoped that Chen Ziyan could also send him an email.But Chen Ziyan felt that he and Mo Feng were not yet familiar, and he was worried that the outline would be leaked, so after prevaricating, he changed the subject.

After chatting for a while, probably because he drank a lot of coffee, Mo Feng stood up, bowed and said "sorry", and walked to the bathroom.

While Mo Feng was going to the bathroom, Chen Ziyan said to Xiaowen with a smile: "This boy is not bad."

Xiaowen gave a noncommittal dry laugh.

Chen Ziyan continued to ask: "How long have you known each other? Why did you introduce us to each other now?"

Xiaowen said: "He's nothing like me, we just live together...Why do I need to introduce you?"

This sentence aroused Chen Ziyan's interest, and he asked curiously: "You are already living together, he is not you? You are good enough, playing with young boys?"

"Fuck you!" Xiao Wen spat, "We're just renting a flat together. We're pure friends, and besides, I'm not the type he admires."

"Oh?!" Chen Ziyan wondered, "You are so beautiful, you are not his type? Then what kind of type does he like?"

Xiaowen chuckled, her eyes flicked around Chen Ziyan.

"What are you looking at me for? Isn't your eyes too perverted? Goosebumps are all over my body! I have a girlfriend, so don't make up my mind."

"Bah!" Xiao Wen laughed, "You think I'm interested in you, shameless—I mean, maybe Mo Feng will be interested in you."

"what?!"

"Hey, can't you think of it? Mo Feng is gay, he is only interested in men, he has no interest in beauties like me." Xiaowen laughed.

"But..." What Chen Ziyan meant was that although Mo Feng was clean and looked a little frail, he did not speak femininely.Chen Ziyan couldn't believe that he was gay.

Xiaowen obviously saw Chen Ziyan's doubts, lowered her voice, and said slowly: "There are two types of gay men, active and passive——Mo Feng is the active one."

This really surprised Chen Ziyan.

However, he still jokingly said: "Xiaowen, you can use your femininity to change the sexual orientation of other handsome guys."

Xiaowen laughed, and said to Chen Ziyan with ambiguous eyes: "To seduce Mo Feng, it's better to seduce you."

Chen Ziyan couldn't help but thumped in his heart, and he almost couldn't raise his breath. The coffee choked in his throat, which made him cough involuntarily.This is not the first time Xiaowen has said similar things to him. Chen Ziyan always feels that sometimes Xiaowen is deliberately teasing him with words.

Fortunately, Mo Feng came back in time and helped Chen Ziyan out of the situation.

Because Chen Ziyan knew about Mo Feng's sexual orientation, the atmosphere of the three people's conversation changed a bit.To be honest, Chen Ziyan has always held a tolerant and understanding attitude towards homosexuals, but when he really came into contact with this kind of people, he still felt a little bit hard to let go.

Facing the awkward atmosphere, Mo Feng was very sensitive. After chatting for a while, he reasoned that he had something urgent to do. It was a very urgent makeup business, so he had to go first.

There were only Chen Ziyan and Xiaowen left at the coffee table, and their topic inevitably turned to Feng Shu's bizarre death.

"Ziyan, from your perspective as a writer of thriller novels, who do you think would have such a great hatred, not to mention killing Feng Shu, but also picking out all his internal organs?"

When Xiaowen mentioned this topic, she didn't show any sadness at all.From Chen Ziyan's point of view, she didn't seem to be talking about her former rumored boyfriend, but rather a stranger who had nothing to do with her.

Facing this question, Chen Ziyan just smiled, and calmly replied: "Corollary [-], Feng Shu has offended someone he shouldn't. You know, he loves to discuss various issues with young literary girls..."

Considering that Xiaowen and Feng Shu were rumored to be underground lovers, Chen Ziyan's words were very cryptic.

However, Xiaowen continued nonchalantly: "You mean, Feng Shu happened to meet a famous literary young woman, and the young woman's man happened to be a narrow-minded super rich man, or a gangster who wanted revenge godfather?"

"Well, it's possible."

"Let's talk about your second reasoning." Xiaowen said again disapprovingly.

"Inference [-], the police found a bone in a rented house. Just because the room was rented by Feng Shu, it was determined that it was Feng Shu's body. However, it is like the 'faceless corpse' that often appears in Japanese mystery novels. In the bridge section, we are not sure that the person who died was Feng Shu."

Xiaowen blinked her eyes and asked, "In other words, it is possible that after Feng Shu killed someone, he made the corpse into a bone, making others think that he was killed?"

"You are very smart!" Chen Ziyan smiled.

"Then why did he do it?"

After a moment of silence, Chen Ziyan replied: "Who knows? Maybe he wants to hide his identity, and then continue to create a series of serial murders. Maybe he will target the people he knows and kill them one by one... Like you, like me..."

"Ah——" Xiaowen let out a scream, and a layer of goose bumps involuntarily appeared on her body.

Chen Ziyan didn't say that the dead body's method of death was exactly the same as that of his novel.If she said it, I'm afraid Xiaowen's scream would be a few decibels higher.

3
After Zhou Yuanyi drove back to the police station, he went straight to the laboratory.

The laboratory where forensic doctor Xiao Gao is located is in the most remote corner of the police station.The sycamore tree on the side blocked all the sunlight, and huge and strangely shaped black shadows were projected on the roof and windows, making the small two-story black building of the laboratory look extremely eerie.The outer walls of the small building are covered with dark green climbing plants. Whenever the wind passes by, the zigzag leaves will rustle in the wind, making this small building full of Gothic style.

Because the examination department often parks corpses waiting for autopsy, the whole building is called a "mortuary" by the police internally, and few people usually come here to get bad luck.So this small building usually stands alone in a remote corner, no one loves or loves.

However, now the laboratory is full of voices, and the world is in chaos.

As soon as Zhou Yuanyi came to the yard outside the mortuary, he saw an old man with a goatee standing in the open space, wearing a blue homemade gown and holding a dragon-headed crutch, shouting hoarsely: "As soon as the time comes tonight, the funeral must be held on time, and there must be no delay! Otherwise, once the good time is over, the feng shui will change drastically, and the good luck will become bad!"

At the old man's feet, there is a red lacquered coffin made of wood. This coffin is quite special. It is only more than two meters long, but nearly one meter high. It is square and has sharp edges and corners.The outer wall of the coffin was also painted with all kinds of weird patterns, probably this coffin was specially made according to the funeral customs of Feng Shu's hometown.

Beside the coffin stood six coffin-bearers in black silk long gowns, looking sluggish.One of them was holding a frame in his hand, and inside the frame was a black and white photo with a solemn face.

The person in the photo is Feng Shu, editor of the publishing house who has turned into a skeleton at the moment.

Zhou Yuanyi smelled a slightly dark burnt smell floating in the air, and burnt paper ashes were flying around, so he guessed that these people must have just burned paper money outside the inspection building.He couldn't help sighing, wondering what these people had done to the serious police station.

Zhou Yuanyi made a gesture, called forensic doctor Xiao Gao aside, and first said: "Xiao Gao, send someone to a place to collect hair tissue." Then he told Xiao Gao the address of Zhao Yaxue's home.

After Xiao Gao called to confirm the matter, Zhou Yuanyi asked in a low voice: "What's the situation now?"

Xiao Gao shrugged his shoulders and said: "After people from the Ethnic Affairs Bureau and the Religious Bureau came to the police station, our leader has promised to let Feng Shu's family members handle the funeral according to the funeral customs in their hometown. Anyway, Feng Shu is just a corpse now. I have taken photos of Bai Sensen's skeleton for archiving, and extracted blood and muscle tissue from various parts for inspection, the skeleton itself has no inspection value, so just let Feng Shu's family members fiddle with it."

Xiao Gao is right.However, did the superiors really agree to allow Feng Shu's family members to hold rituals in the police station?This is not serious!If this matter gets out, won't it become a big joke in the market?This will seriously affect the reputation and dignity of the police station.

Facing Zhou Yuanyi's doubts, Xiao Gao frowned and shrugged his shoulders, and said helplessly, "So, the leaders of the bureau decided to let them do things outside the inspection building - who made this the most remote corner of the police station? ? No one loves anyone, let alone let outsiders see..."

"Hahaha!" Zhou Yuanyi couldn't help but let out a gloating laugh.

Xiao Gao added depressingly: "The leader also asked me to assist Feng Shu's family members in the funeral for Feng Shu. It seems that I can't sleep well today. I want to watch the replay of the European Champions Cup final tonight. Yesterday because of this Bone, I have already missed the live broadcast." But he immediately said to Zhou Yuanyi, "However, you can't relax."

"Why can't I relax?" Zhou Yuanyi asked puzzled.

Xiao Gao didn't speak, but a strange smile appeared on his face.

Not to mention, Feng Shu's funeral ceremony was quite complicated.

Feng Shu was born in a remote mountain village in the southwest. The tribe he belongs to is called "Heisha", which is a collateral branch of a certain minority.At present, there are only more than 300 members of the "Heisha" tribe, which is an endangered and rare ethnic group. Therefore, the Bureau of Ethnic Affairs and the Bureau of Religious Affairs almost respond to their requests for funeral customs.

The old man with a goatee is the patriarch of the "Heisha Clan" and a mage in the clan. His name is Feng Santing. He is 63 years old and is Feng Shu's uncle.Because Feng Shu's adoptive father and adoptive mother are old and incapable of conduct, Feng Santing has full authority over Feng Shu's funeral etiquette.

Feng Santing told the police that the funeral customs of the "Heisha tribe" not only require funerals at night, but also require burial in the ground.Originally, according to the custom, Feng Shu should be taken back to his hometown for burial, but considering the distance was too far and the body was inconvenient to carry, Feng Santing agreed to the police's request to bury Feng Shu locally—as long as the tombstone faced southwest His hometown can be regarded as burying him in his hometown.

The police station deliberately contacted various cemeteries in the city. With the assistance of the Bureau of Ethnic Affairs and the Bureau of Religious Affairs, they found a burial grave in a suburban cemetery that was spacious enough to accommodate the coffin after going through all kinds of hardships.

This cemetery is called Yuanbao Villa, and its property rights belong to the municipal funeral home, so it also has skilled corpse makeup artists and funeral hosts, and even provides live bands and "filial sons and grandsons" who help cry on behalf of them.

After learning of Feng Santing's request, Yuanbao Villa deliberately widened and deepened the burial tomb, and carried out flat decoration and waterproof and anti-collapse treatment on the tomb. Relevant information has been carefully prepared.

The so-called night funeral of the "Heisha tribe", also called "night burial", is very particular. Not only must the funeral be held on a good day after midnight, but also require at least eight unmarried young men to carry the coffin.Funeral mourners are preferably young people, the more the better.Moreover, on the way to the funeral, no one could speak, and the patriarch walked in the front, using specific signals to turn left and turn right, to guide the coffin bearers.

Before the "night burial", there will be a series of sacrificial activities, and Yuanbao Villa has also arranged corresponding event venues.In short, the cemetery also regards this business as a political task to complete, and no mistakes will be allowed.

When talking about this, Zhou Yuanyi glanced at the coffin bearers standing outside the inspection building, and asked Xiao Gao: "Didn't you just say that there should be eight young and middle-aged coffin bearers in the 'night burial' ceremony? Six?"

Xiao Gao chuckled and said, "Feng Shu's uncle brought eight coffin bearers from his hometown to this city and invited them to have a meal at the Ruyi restaurant outside the police station."

"Ruyi Restaurant? How dare they eat there?" Zhou Yuanyi asked in shock.

A few days ago, a food poisoning incident occurred at the Ruyi Restaurant near the police station, and was ordered to suspend business for rectification by the Health Bureau. This incident was also reported in various local newspapers.After some rectification, Ruyi Restaurant reopened today, but the police officers of the police station did not dare to eat there again. The entire restaurant was empty and business was sluggish.

It was too unfortunate for Feng Santing to invite the coffin-bearer to Ruyi restaurant for dinner. It can be said that "there is a way to heaven, you don't go, and there is no way to hell, you just come."

Zhou Yuanyi couldn't help but twitched the corner of his mouth, and laughed gloatingly.

Xiao Gao also continued to smile and said, "So, among the eight coffin bearers, two of them were weaker. They vomited and had diarrhea after eating, collapsed into shock, and were sent to the hospital for first aid."

No wonder the remaining six coffin bearers are all depressed at the moment, and their legs are still shaking.

But Xiao Gao suddenly suppressed his smile, and said word for word: "So Feng Santing made a request to the leadership of the police station, hoping that the police station will provide two unmarried and strong young people to replace the work of coffin bearers. "

"Has the leader of the bureau agreed?"

"Of course I agreed. The leaders of the Bureau of Ethnic Affairs and the Bureau of Religious Affairs are here. Do the leaders of our bureau dare not agree?"

"Which two unlucky people will be sent to carry the coffin?" Zhou Yuanyi asked gloatingly.

"Unfortunately, one of the two people appointed by the leader is a lonely person, and I am Xiao Gao. The other is you, Zhou Yuanyi!"

"what?!"

"Hmph, who made us all unmarried and strong young people?" Xiao Gao said angrily, his face full of frustration.

No wonder Xiao Gao said just now that Zhou Yuanyi couldn't relax tonight, so that was the reason.

Zhou Yuanyi was so angry that he breathed heavily, but there was nothing he could do.The leader of the police station has already spoken, telling him and Xiao Gao to complete this matter as a political task, and it will be included in the promotion assessment at the end of the year without any mistakes.

The police, like the military, have a bounden duty to obey the orders of their superiors.The superior has already spoken, so what else is there to say?
(End of this chapter)