Chapter 19 The old policeman’s secret

I don’t know when it started to get dark.

The cold wind was blowing, and it was clearly going to rain.

A police car parked at the entrance to a cemetery on the outskirts of the city.

Zhao Shanhe walked down quickly with trainee policewoman Huang Rong and went straight to the cemetery management office.

"Master, I have already called the funeral home and asked them to preserve the body, but I still don't understand. Didn't Qian Cheng commit suicide?"

Huang Rong's tone was a little anxious, she couldn't wait to know the answer.

This young policewoman who just graduated from the police academy is full of curiosity about everything, especially the case in Century Garden Community.

Century Garden is so famous, and with the hype from netizens, it has almost become the suspense representative of Jiangbei.

People on the Internet even jokingly call it a haunted neighborhood.

Zhao Shanhe said hello to the administrator and asked to see yesterday's monitoring records.

"Why do you think he committed suicide?" Zhao Shanhe asked while looking through the video.

"Because there were no signs of intrusion at the scene, and the door was locked, other owners also said that Qian Cheng's mood had been very low and pessimistic. I also heard that he went to the flower shop yesterday and bought a bouquet of white chrysanthemums. There are various signs that

He has long wanted to commit suicide."

After Huang Rong finished speaking, she added: "You know his situation better than I do. All the skin on his body is gone. Life is more uncomfortable than death. To put it bluntly, an ordinary person would have committed suicide long ago."

"Found it."

Zhao Shanhe shouted excitedly and came to the screen.

Surveillance showed that Qian Cheng indeed visited the cemetery yesterday and sat in front of the graves of his wife and children for several hours.

"It seems that he came to say goodbye to his wife and children for the last time. If this isn't suicide, what else could it be?" Huang Rong was even more sure of her statement.

However, Zhao Shanhe shook his head seriously: "No, you are wrong. He is not here to say goodbye. Do you know why he came to visit his wife and children? It is because he will move his grave in a few days."

"Move the grave?"

"Yes, he wants to take the ashes of his wife and children back to his hometown for burial. The time is scheduled to be in a few days. He even came to see me for this matter."

"What does this mean?"

"What does it mean? It means that even if he wanted to commit suicide, he would choose to commit suicide after moving the grave, not now."

Huang Rong frowned, what Zhao Shanhe said made sense.

Moving the grave is not a trivial matter. Qian Cheng has prepared everything. There is really no reason to commit suicide now.

"But how do you explain the bottles in the room? He shouldn't be able to drink in a bar in that situation? He kept drinking even though he knew he couldn't drink. If he didn't commit suicide, wouldn't it be very contradictory?"

"Because he gave up on treatment."

"Abandoned treatment?"

"Yes, his burns were so severe that there was no possibility of cure. He needed to take a lot of antibiotics and painkillers every day. He really couldn't stand it anymore, so he used alcohol to anesthetize himself. You are right, he did

I want to commit suicide, but not in the past two days."

Zhao Shanhe walked out of the monitoring room and walked slowly into the cemetery and came to a new grave.

The marble tombstone is inlaid with a young face.

Engraved in the middle are two strong and powerful characters: Zhao Bo.

"Master, do you know this person?" Huang Rong asked curiously.

"I know him. He is my son."

Zhao Shanhe stretched out his hand and touched the photo gently, tears rolling down his red and swollen eyes.

When he was still very young, the couple divorced due to emotional problems.

After the divorce, Zhao Shanhe’s ex-wife took Zhao Bo away from Jiangbei.

The father and son also lost contact. If his ex-wife hadn't come to visit him after Zhao Bo's death, he wouldn't have known that Zhao Bo was back.

It's a pity that when we meet again, we will be separated forever.

Zhao Shanhe squatted in front of the tombstone and lit a cigarette tremblingly, taking a deep drag.

During this time, he has been investigating Zhao Bo's death.

Zhao Bo has a cheerful personality and is very courageous, but since he entered the Century Garden Community, he seems to have lost his soul.

He repeatedly complained that there was a ghost in the community, and eventually suffered a mental breakdown and an accident.

When he was in the community just now, Zhao Shanhe deliberately went to find Liu Jie, firstly to investigate the case, and secondly to take the opportunity to go in and see the rumored magical house.

Zhao Shanhe never believed in ghosts and gods, but there must be a reason why Zhao Bo became like that.

Zhao Bo died in an accident, Brother Shui also died in an accident soon after, and now Qian Cheng died again.

Could it be that it was also an accident?

But how could he, a person who has been taking medicine for a long time, make such a stupid mistake?

There are too many surprises in this community.

Too many to believe.

After a long silence, Zhao Shanhe stood up, threw away the cigarette butt and stamped it out.

"Xiao Rong, when you have free time, keep an eye on the anchor named Liu Jie, you might make some unexpected discoveries." Zhao Shanhe said.

"Okay Master, I will definitely keep an eye on him."

At this moment, the community was extremely lively because of Qian Cheng's death. Everyone gathered together in twos and threes to whisper and discuss in low voices.

In the snack bar opposite the community, Liu Jie was eating breakfast and scrolling through his mobile phone.

"Boss, a bowl of fried noodles."

With a feeble shout, two security guards walked in from outside.

The leader was the thin man Liu Jie met last night.

Before the thin man sat down, the fat man quickly stepped forward and pulled out a chair for him, respectfully like a slave.

"Brother Ma, can you teach me how to attract ghosts today?" The fat man looked at the thin man with a naive smile.

"Xiao Ma, do you want to add eggs?" The boss put a glass of water in front of the thin man while holding a cigarette.

The thin man did not answer immediately but looked at the fat man: "Fat man, do you want me to add eggs?"

"I...how do I know?" The fat man blinked his little eyes and didn't understand what Xiao Ma meant at all.

"Are you stupid? Aren't you trying to attract ghosts?"

"Yes what's the matter?"

"What did you say? You still don't understand?"

Xiao Ma was a little anxious, so he almost didn't say it clearly.

"What do you know?" The fat man still looked stupid.

"Idiot, if you want to learn how to recruit ghosts, shouldn't you show it? How about treating me to an egg?"

"Oh, you... tell me again, how many more do you want to add, is five enough? Boss, add five eggs to Brother Ma."

"okay!"

The boss shook his head and said speechlessly: "Xiao Ma, it's a bit unkind of you to ask Fat Brother to treat you to dinner every day."

"Go, go, go, this is of his own free will, and he still wants to thank me."

Xiao Ma waved his hand impatiently, took out his phone and opened the game.

"Yes, Brother Ma is right, everything...is of my own free will. Brother Ma, can you teach me?"

The fat man sat opposite the pony and looked at the pony expectantly.

Liu Jie also noticed that this guy seemed to be having trouble with his brain. The thin security guard was obviously bullying him, but he didn't take it seriously at all.

"Fat man, tell me, why do you have to attract ghosts?" Xiao Ma asked as he asked.

"Because...because I want to see my mother. I haven't dreamed about her for a long time."

The fat man scratched his head with a silly smile on his face.

"It's not easy to see your mother. Find a dying person and ask him to tell you a message. If you can't find the dead person, go to the place where the dead person has been. Place a bowl of rice, light three incense sticks, and kneel down after twelve o'clock.

If you knock the bowl, you will naturally see ghosts. If you don't see them then, you can still ask them for help."

"Really? That's great. I...I'll go tonight. Brother Ma, you are really my good brother. Thank you."

The fat man's face showed a child-like happy smile.

"No, we are brothers, shouldn't we take care of our brothers?"

Xiao Ma glanced outside the door and suddenly shouted excitedly: "Yo yo yo, fat man, look who is that?"
To be continued...