After a few seconds, Zhixi quickly followed up and asked in a low voice.
"Chen Xian, do you really have a way to make the dead speak?"
I shook my head and explained: "When the dead speak, they raise the corpse."
"I don't know how to do this. What I can do is to summon the souls of the old people and tell them myself."
"Oh." Zhixi nodded: "Does that have to wait until tonight?"
"I've heard people say that soul calling must be done at night, preferably at midnight, when the yin energy is the strongest and it's easier to summon people."
"No need." As I spoke, I walked into the mourning hall.
The huge coffin is placed in the middle of the mourning hall.
In front of the coffin is a black and white photo of the deceased, surrounded by wreaths.
Behind him, a group of Liu family members followed closely, and Liu Zidong cursed.
"If you can't get my dad to talk today, I'll find someone to do it to you!"
I was too lazy to pay attention to him and ordered Liu Zimin on the side: "Go and offer three sticks of incense to the old man."
Liu Zimin did as he was told, and soon, three wisps of green smoke rose from the incense burner.
"Little sir, what happens next?" Liu Zimin looked at me and asked.
"Kneel down, and you, with him." I turned to Liu Zidong and said.
He looked reluctant and asked me why I was kneeling. Did I mean to trick him?
I glanced at him sideways and sneered: "What? Your bones are not soft yet? I don't see you kneeling to those creditors outside. How come you are not happy to come back and kneel to your dead father?"
Liu Zidong's expression suddenly changed, and he choked: "What are you talking about? Who am I kneeling for?"
"Kneel down or not, you know it in your heart. Don't you want your father to speak? Then kneel down and stop talking nonsense!"
Liu Zidong stared at me with such a fierce look in his eyes that he wanted to eat me alive.
He walked forward and knelt down with a thud. His movements were really skillful.
"Remember your father's name silently in your heart and be sincere!" I warned.
At this time, Zhixi came forward and asked me in a low voice: "Chen Xian, have you known him before?"
I shook my head, and Zhixi asked again: "Then how do you know that he often kneels down for others outside?"
"You can tell." I said, "Look at his face, his forehead is low and narrow, and there are random lines. This kind of people are generally stupid and inflexible, and their entrepreneurial work will be very difficult."
"In addition, the distance between his eyebrows is narrow, which is a typical sign of narrow-mindedness. However, he also has droopy eyebrows, a low bridge of nose, and a cowardly personality. Did you notice the way he and his wife asked for money just now?"
"For those who don't know, they might think they are big officials outside. Most of these people are macho men who claim to be the pillars of their families, but they are nothing. When a cowardly character encounters a debt collector, kneeling down is the best thing to do.
Good solution.”
After saying these words, when Zhixi looked at me again, little stars were already appearing in her eyes.
"Wow! You are so awesome! How do you know so much?"
"Ever since elementary school, everyone has been able to do it. There is nothing outstanding about it."
"Have you been learning this since you were a child? No wonder you don't go to school."
I didn't answer Zhixi's words and stared at the three incense sticks in the incense burner. I found that only the one on the far left burned at a normal speed, while the other two incense sticks burned at a slow speed.
Some people also discovered this and wondered if the incense they bought was damp, so they thought about trying another one.
But no matter how I change it, only the leftmost incense burns normally, while the other two sticks burn slowly.
As the old saying goes, people are afraid of three long and two short, and fragrance is afraid of two short and one long!
But this situation of short and long is really rare.
I'm also a little confused.
In the end, all the incense sticks on the left were burned out, but half of the remaining two sticks were still unburned.
Everyone frowned in confusion, and the two Liu brothers also stood up in confusion and asked me what was going on.
I stepped forward, picked up the incense burner and took a look, but found nothing unusual. I then looked around in the mourning hall, and even came to the coffin and knocked a few times with my hands.
Seeing my behavior, Liu Zidong became angry again and said in a bad tone: "You little brat, are you trying to do something? Are you trying to extort money?"
"I'm warning you, if you don't resolve this matter for me, you will have to spit out all the two thousand yuan you just paid!"
I ignored him and walked around the mourning hall twice more.
I smelled a special smell, but I couldn't tell what it was.
It wasn't until I raised my head and glanced at the ceiling that I discovered the clue.
I saw that at the top of the ceiling, there was a cyclone spinning constantly and unwilling to dissipate.
This cyclone is made up of the green smoke rising from the burning incense. It hangs over the top of the coffin, as if it is trapped.
It took me a moment to realize that the smell I just smelled was the resentment of the deceased.
This incense was repulsed by resentment and could not be burned out, let alone left, so the current vision was born.
After understanding this, I said to the two Liu brothers: "When your father died, he was resentful and refused to accept the incense."
"Resentment?" Liu Zidong suddenly felt like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, grabbing Liu Zimin's collar and roaring.
"I'm just telling you, Liu Zimin, you must have killed dad, otherwise how could he have such great resentment and not even accept the incense?"
"You fart! I didn't kill dad! I didn't!" Liu Zimin argued loudly, and the two sides quarreled again.
My head was pounding when I heard it, and I shouted: "What's the fuss about? If the old man was really killed, it would be more than just resentment, at least there would be an air of injustice. That's not the case. If you think about it again, why?
Is there anything that can make the old man feel resentful and refuse to accept the offer?"
The two of them calmed down, and after thinking hard for a while, Liu Zidong suddenly said: "Zimin, tell me, is it because the eldest sister didn't come back?"
Liu Zimin thought about it and nodded: "Don't tell me, it's really possible!"
"When my father was alive, he kept talking about my eldest sister and wanted her to come back and see him. But my eldest sister was so heartless that she wouldn't even make a phone call, let alone talk about coming back."
Liu Zidong looked ferocious, snorted coldly, and said: "This woman is unfilial to her core. She didn't even make a phone call when my mother left!"
"I've had her for so many years, and she didn't even say a word when she left. She would be more filial than her even if she had a dog!"
When it comes to the eldest sister in the family, the two brothers unexpectedly reached an agreement and scolded her as an unfilial woman.
I frowned while listening, and quickly interrupted the two of them: "Why did she go abroad? And she still refuses to come back?"
"That woman is a bitch who adores foreign things. During the war, she was definitely a traitor!" Liu Zidong cursed.
"There has to be a reason, right?" I asked again, "Do you have her contact information?"
Liu Zidong shook his head, and we both looked at Liu Zimin.
Liu Zimin whispered: "Zhao Di called me a few years ago. I'll write down the number..."
Before he could finish speaking, I interrupted and asked, "Wait a minute, what did you call your eldest sister just now?"
"Zhao Di? What's wrong?" Liu Zimin asked doubtfully.
I breathed a sigh of relief and finally understood why my eldest sister didn't come back to this house.