Requiem Chapter 55: The Peeled Face (1)
"Uh..." Yin Hun took out his toothbrush and rinsed his mouth at the faucet before he could speak clearly: "What's wrong, Mr. Sun? You don't look good this morning!" Sun Faxue is not very good at handling interpersonal relationships, which means he is not sociable, so he has been standing still for decades without any hope of promotion. It is also because of this that he usually does not visit colleagues' homes, let alone a group of young people. But now he is here, and he looks like this. Yin Hun knows that something must have happened again.
"Funeral home, funeral home...Old Zhang...Old Zhang." Sun Faxue clenched his fists with his veins bulging. He was so excited that he couldn't speak. He stuttered for a long time but couldn't express his meaning clearly.
"Lao Zhang, what's wrong with Lao Zhang? Did he retire?" Yin Hun stared blankly, somewhat confused.
"Dead...dead" Sun Faxue's cheeks twitched.
“Say it again…” Yin Hun’s eyes widened twice as wide.
"Old Zhang is dead..." After taking a few deep breaths, Sun Faxue was able to calm down this time.
Over there, Yin Hui's toothbrush fell directly to the ground, and white foam splashed all over the floor.
"Yin Hui, who's here?" Tang Yan's voice came from the bathroom. Because she hadn't recovered yet, her tone was lazy but revealed a kind of numb charm that was hard to resist.
But Yin Hui did not respond, but stared at Sun Faxue: "Mr. Sun, did something happen to Old Zhang?"
Sun Faxue's teeth chattered, he suppressed the surging fear, and finally nodded: "Yes... yes."
"How is that possible?" Although he had already prepared for this, Yin Hun still felt a little overwhelmed when he heard Sun Faxue's confirmation. His knees went weak and he almost fell to the ground.
He thought about what happened last night and Lao Zhang's calm reply before he died. All this must be a foreshadowing of something.
Thinking of this, Yin Hun regretted it deeply.
Now let's analyze it. Lao Zhang's behavior last night was actually very strange, but why didn't I pay attention to it? Damn it, damn it!
"This... what happened? How did Lao Zhang die?" Feeling guilty for a long time, Yin Hun almost grabbed Sun Faxue's shoulders and asked this question.
"I'm not an educated person, so I don't quite understand what they're talking about, but the forensic doctor said that he died of an acute heart attack. But looking at the scene, there were signs of a fight, and Lao Zhang's face was hideous, and his mouth... his mouth was wide open. It was obvious that he saw something that scared him, so he got sick." "Were there signs of a fight at the scene?" Yin Hun caught a key point, and was about to ask more details when he was interrupted by Sun Faxue.
"Don't be impatient, there's more." Having said this, Sun Faxue swallowed his saliva. It seemed that what he was going to say next was definitely not a good thing.
"What else?" Shen Feifei lay on the sofa, completely attracted by the conversation between the two people. The security guard named Zhang had no relationship with her, so she was naturally not too surprised. It was just like seeing someone die somewhere on the news. How many people die every second in the world! She was only concerned about Sun Faxue's suspense.
"Also, Lao Zhang's face was peeled off."
"What?" Yin Hui had been somewhat numb from the shock of the past few days. He frowned and stared at Sun Faxue in disbelief: "You said he was skinned?"
Sun Faxue nodded like a chick pecking at rice.
"That bastard is so cruel! What kind of deep hatred does he have to kill people one after another!" Yin Hun's knuckles cracked. Although Lao Zhang is a bit timid, he is kind and doesn't beat around the bush, so he can get along well with others.
Furthermore, in such an obvious homicide case, the forensic doctor actually determined that it was a recurrence of a heart attack. What a beast that socialism has bred!
"Let's go to the scene now. I want to see Lao Zhang for the last time." Yin Hun said and went to the room to get clothes.
"Wait, the police found your fingerprints on the glass of the security booth. What do you think, should we hide first..." Old Sun looked at Yin Hun with some hesitation, looking a little embarrassed.
"Let's go! We did go to the security booth yesterday, so what's the big deal? If you don't do anything wrong, you don't have to worry about ghosts knocking on your door. Let's go now!"
He didn't even bother to wash his face. He changed into a suit and walked towards the funeral home with the two girls and Sun Faxue.
The intersection of Shenxian Lane became unusually busy, but it was not because of pedestrians, but because it was blocked by police cars. A dozen policemen were patrolling back and forth with walkie-talkies in hand, as if they were facing a great enemy.
"Stop, an accident just happened here and the road is closed. Please cooperate and return the same way you came!" As soon as Yin Hun got off the car, a sharp-eyed policeman came up.
Coincidentally, Yin Hun found Old Zhao squatting at the door of the security booth smoking, so he shouted a few words to him.
Old Zhao came over in a horrified manner, threw away the cigarette butt in his hand, and asked, "Boy, what are you doing here? Go back, get out of here!"
"How many times have I told you not to interfere in this matter? Why do you just turn a deaf ear to my words?" As soon as Old Zhao came up, he was like a firecracker. Every word he spoke was full of blame, which was very different from his usual amiable demeanor.
"Master, I want to know the true story of the whole thing." Yin Hun now has more or less an idea. He knows that there must be an unspeakable secret hidden in this funeral home, but Zhao Deshui did not tell him for some reasons.
Although he didn't know why Old Zhao had kept him in the dark, he knew that Old Zhao was definitely doing it for his own good. But now that so many people had died, he didn't want to just sit back and watch. After all, these were his friends who he talked and laughed with all day long. How could he just watch these people leave without doing anything?
Besides , if he doesn't care this time, maybe next time it will be the turn of his closest relatives to suffer, Tang Yan, Shen Feifei, Sun Faxue, Qian Fang, and even himself, no one can hide, no one can escape!
Thinking of this, my entire back felt like it was being pricked by needles.
"Oh..." Old Zhao sighed heavily, turned his head without saying a word.
Looking through the glass of the security booth, the place where his finger touched had already been circled by the criminal investigation personnel with a marker. He could vaguely see spots of blood in the room. Of course, the most eye-catching iconic pattern was the big '3' painted on the glass with blood.
The third one, so soon, it’s the third one’s turn…
Yin Hun could clearly feel that his heartbeat was speeding up little by little.
Plop… plop…
At this moment, Yin Hun discovered that in the area circled by the red rope, there was a flying ant crawling slowly on the glass.
Yin Hun’s eyes widened . Isn’t this the flying ant he encountered in the taxi yesterday?
He still remembered the slightly damaged wing on the left and the belly as red as rouge.
At this moment, a bone-chilling cold wind blew up, blowing the unfortunate little guy off the glass and falling on his back.
But this little life was very tenacious and continued to crawl and walk.
'Snapped'
A huge leather shoe stepped on it.
Yin Hui's heart trembled, as if the whole world was crushed by the leather shoes. Looking again, the brand-name leather shoes had left, leaving only a puddle of mucus and shells.
Yin Hun looked and found that the person who stepped on the ant to death was Qian Fang, the junior senior who had a close personal relationship with him and liked to show off.
"Master, tell me what is going on! You must know the truth. Let's stop them, okay? Do you want to see more people die because of this?"
Yin Hun followed closely, taking two steps at a time.
"No, this matter is far from as simple as you think. Even I am in a difficult situation now. Let alone you, a poor boy with poor skills Go back, go back! Listen to me, an old man, and don't get into trouble!" Old Zhao pushed them into the crowd without giving them time to explain. However, he seemed to be a step too late. Yin Hun had already been remotely locked by a strong woman. There was no way he could leave.
"Hey, you're finally here, kid?" Ouyang Xue's weird voice came faintly from the room. After that, she snapped her fingers at the two policemen on duty at the door: "Let him in!"
Tang Yan and others were stopped outside. According to Ouyang Xue, the room was too small and too many people would be a nuisance.
