Author: pure black gem

Shen Yi stood there in shock, unable to recover for a long time.

He has seen dead people and even killed many people with his own hands. But he has never seen anyone choose to commit suicide.

No matter how dirty and desperate this world is.

But, it is better to die than live.

If you feel miserable, you can get some psychedelic pills, drink alcohol, or play a 100% realistic fantasy game. There are many things in this era that can paralyze people's souls and spirits. There is no need to choose to end your life. Life is so unworthy.

Shen Yi used to occasionally see news on the news about people committing suicide after being stabbed with more than a dozen swords in the back, but that was because they were forced to commit suicide.

Living is a very beautiful thing.

Shen Yi never imagined that someone would give up his life!

There was silence for a long time.

Shen Yi stepped forward, made a magic formula, shot out a sword energy, cut off the hemp rope, and lowered Boss Zhang's body.

Boss Zhang's death was ugly. Most people who hang themselves die in an ugly way.

Shen Yi looked around and found an enamel brazier in front of the gilded Buddha statue in a corner of the noodle shop, with a lot of paper ashes remaining in it.

Why did Boss Zhang commit suicide?

The reason is unknown to Shen Yi. It should be related to the papers that Boss Zhang burned before his death.

Paper?

Nowadays, everyone is using e-books or jade slips, who would still use paper.

A fire burned these papers very clean. Shen Yi did not find any clues from them.

Shen Yi used the teleportation talisman to contact the Tax Hall and the Law Enforcement Hall, summon the spirit of Boss Zhang, and collect the corpse for Boss Zhang!

He wanted to find out the reason why Boss Zhang committed suicide.

It was just a small noodle shop owner who committed suicide, and it was not a big deal. The Law Enforcement Hall did not want to come over, so they randomly sent a Taoist priest who was responsible for summoning souls.

In the past, Sushan Dao had been providing soul-calling services to the Law Enforcement Hall. Now that all members of Sushan Dao have been wiped out, a small sect called the Zhenshan Sect has taken Sushan Dao's place.

The Taoist monk from Tiangshan who came here was wearing a red robe. He was about thirty years old and had a goatee. He was thin and friendly, and always had a smile on his face.

"The poor Taoist Zhang Qingwen, under the orders of the Law Enforcement Hall, is here to summon the souls of the deceased. Who are you?" Zhang Qingwen asked with his hands raised.

Shen Yi said: "I am the deceased's friend."

"Okay, please allow me to check the state of the deceased so that I can cast a spell to summon the soul!" Zhang Qingwen walked up to Boss Zhang's body with square steps.

He leaned down, opened the boss's mouth and eyes, took a closer look, then stood up, shook his head and said:

"Before hanging himself, this man swallowed an ecstasy pill. After his death, his soul was gone and he could no longer summon his soul!"

Shen Yi asked: "Did he commit suicide?"

Zhang Qingwen stretched out his hand to stroke his beard and said slowly: "You should commit suicide. Have you ever watched Conan?"

"Conan? Well, I've watched one or two episodes!" Shen Yi nodded with confusion.

He didn't understand. Why was this person asking him this?

Zhang Qingwen smiled proudly and said:

"I'm not bragging. I have 1,094 episodes of Conan and 25 theatrical versions. I have watched them all. I am proficient in 800 killing methods, 200 secret room killing methods, know 700 alibis, and can use fishing lines. Recorders, daggers, poisonous needles and other murder tools, I can tell at a glance whether the deceased committed suicide!"

"hiss!"

Shen Yi took a breath of cold air.

"Then do you know the reason why the deceased committed suicide?" Shen Yi asked hurriedly.

Zhang Qingwen continued to stroke his goatee, looked around, and fixed his gaze on the enamel brazier in front of the Buddha statue.

"It should have something to do with the burning of these pages."

Zhang Qingwen paced back and forth, thought hard for a while, and asked, "Can the deceased have a family?"

"Yes, he has a wife and a daughter."

"Where are they now?"

"In Jingci Temple, his wife and daughter are Buddhist believers. Their daughter was admitted to the university at Jingci Temple, and his wife went to study with him."

After Zhang Qingwen heard this, he nodded with understanding.

After pondering for a moment, he said:

"As far as I know, most of the documents and books in Eternal City are recorded on e-books and jade slips, and only a few of them are written on paper. But it is not completely absent. For example, the divorce agreement is written on paper. !”

"divorce."

Shen Yi was startled.

"Yes, there is only one truth! You can tell at a glance that the deceased was a good man who cared about his family and loved his wife. Because he received the divorce agreement from his wife, he was temporarily shocked and couldn't think about it anymore, so he hanged himself!"

Zhang Qingwen has solid evidence.

"The bald donkeys in the Buddhist country are all living animals. If his wife and daughter go to the Buddhist country, the end will be extremely miserable, tsk tsk."

Zhang Qingwen sighed with a mocking look on his face.

"Poor mortals, there are eight hardships in life. You can't escape every hardship. If you survive it, you will be happy. If you can't survive it, you will be happy."

Shen Yi looked at Boss Zhang's body, speechless and choked.

"Okay, the case has been solved and the truth has come to light. It's time for me to leave. Well, here is my business card. If you need a funeral, please contact me."

Zhang Qingwen handed Shen Yi a business card and left calmly.

Shen Yi lowered his head and glanced at the business card. It was the same as the original Sushan Road business card.

It is still a funeral industry, providing one-stop funeral services.

At this time, the monk from the tax hall who had been waiting outside for some time came in.

The two tax monks ignored Shen Yi and went straight to the corpse. They took out a strange-shaped metal instrument from the storage bag and scanned the corpse's face.

"Huh?"

One of the tax monks couldn't help but let out a sigh after seeing the data displayed on the instrument dial.

He raised his head, looked at Shen Yi beside him and said, "Excuse me, is your name Shen Yi?"

"It's me, what's wrong?" Shen Yi asked doubtfully.

"Before this corpse died, I paid the Tax Hall to buy my body, treated it as a legacy, and gave it to you!" said the monk from the Tax Hall.

Shen Yi was surprised.

He didn't expect that Boss Zhang was still thinking about him before he died.

Another monk from the tax hall said: "This corpse is of good quality, with intact limbs and five internal organs. If it is refined into a zombie, it will definitely be a good fighting corpse! You kid, you are so lucky. Why don't I have this?" Waiting for luck."

"You can ask your father to follow his example before he dies and buy his body back and leave it to you as a legacy." The tax monk who spoke earlier joked.

"Come on, my father eats, drinks, goes whoring, gambles and smokes. He is all poisonous. His body has been completely depleted for a long time. Not to mention selling it, no one wants it for free!"

The two tax monks left the noodle shop chatting and laughing.

Shen Yi and the dead boss Zhang are left behind.

A long time ago, Shen Yi dreamed of getting a zombie of his own. Although he was a medicine man and couldn't dream, now, he got his wish.

His mood at the moment was very complicated.

When he was wandering in the wilderness, he had many companions besides Buzz. However, some of these companions died of illness, some were starved to death, some went crazy with hunger and were killed by Buzz, and some died.

At the hands of other wild people and monsters.

This was the first time he had seen someone die by suicide.

This gave him a great shock!
Chapter completed!