"Hurry up and find someone to dig out the coffin! Cough...cough..."
I coughed violently several times.
Yan Shiting patted my back, why:
"But, I can't decide such a big thing by myself. What if..."
Before she could finish her words, I turned around, grabbed her shoulders, and said sternly:
"Don't take any chances! If it's too late, more than a dozen lives of your Yan family will be in danger!!!"
Yan Shiting looked at me blankly and was frozen for more than ten seconds. Then she took out her mobile phone and made a call.
After a while, seven or eight garden staff came to the scene with tools. A young man in the lead asked hesitantly:
"Miss Yan, are you sure you want to dig a grave? Isn't this not in line with the rules?"
Yan Shiting glanced at me and made up her mind and said:
"Let's dig..."
After hearing this, several staff members looked at each other and without asking any more questions, they each took out shovels and other tools and started digging.
More than an hour later, a golden nanmu coffin appeared in front of everyone. After everyone brushed off the soil on the coffin, I shouted directly:
"Open the restaurant!"
Everyone took another look at Yan Shiting and saw that she had no objection, so they worked together to slowly push the coffin lid open...
After the coffin lid was completely opened, everyone looked at it intently. Everyone opened their mouths in disbelief and froze on the spot!
Yan Shiting instantly fell to her knees, covered her mouth and said with a trembling voice:
"how so?!"
I took a deep breath, and as expected, the coffin was empty! There were no corpses inside!
I had guessed before that the only explanation for why Mr. Yan's grave looked so normal, without any accumulation of corpse energy or resentment, was that his body was not here at all.
The current situation is something I never expected. The body is missing, but the soul is still in the world! This makes me take a breath...
"How are you going to explain?!"
I turned to look at the cemetery staff and asked.
"No... It's impossible... We come to the grave every day to inspect the body. It's impossible for the body to be stolen..."
The leading staff member stammered. He was also panicking at the moment. Yan Shiting's eyes were red and she was looking at me with confusion.
"Who has been to this cemetery on weekdays? You should have a record of visits, right?" I asked.
The staff member was stunned for a moment and quickly responded:
"Yes, there are visit records. Wait a minute, you two. I'm going to get all the visit records for the past ten years..."
As he said that, he staggered and ran away.
Taking advantage of this time, I asked the staff who stayed here to put the coffin back into the grave first. Since the body was not there, there was no need to study the coffin anymore.
Ten minutes later, the staff member ran back with a thick booklet in hand. I immediately greeted him and without asking any questions, I took the booklet and started reading it. Yan Shiting also came over to look at it with me.
I found that the records for the entire ten years were basically consistent. Every year on Qingming Festival, Hungry Ghost Festival, and Winter Clothes Festival, the Yan family would come to visit Mr. Yan’s grave to pay respects. There seemed to be nothing wrong with it.
"The person who stole Mr. Yan's body will definitely not do it in public..."
Thinking of this, I looked through it carefully again, and found a blurry record from August ten years ago. It was blurry because the writing on it had obvious traces of erasure, with only some faint writing marks.
Unrecognizable…
"Miss Yan, take a look and see if you can identify who it is..." I handed the record book to Yan Shiting.
Yan Shiting took the booklet, frowned, read it for a long time, and slowly uttered two words:
"Yan...feng..."
"It's him!" I gritted my teeth and said.
"Ten years ago in August, it happened to be right after my grandfather held his first Yin Shou ceremony. Did my brother steal my grandfather's body at that time? Why did he do this?" Yan Shiting looked at me in surprise.
"Don't worry so much for now, let's go to the hospital to find Yan Feng now!"
I couldn't help but hold Yan Shiting's hand and walked outside the cemetery.
If this matter is really related to Yan Feng, then he cannot be allowed to die, otherwise the thread of the whole matter will be broken, which will make it more difficult to end!
Yan Shiting knew the seriousness of the matter, so she drove very fast, and we arrived at the hospital not long after.
After arriving in the ward, Yan Feng was flirting with a hot female nurse sitting next to his bed. When she saw the two of us coming in, the nurse hurriedly stood up from the bed and looked at Yan Shiting nervously.
"Get out..." Yan Shiting said coldly.
The female nurse tidied her clothes a little and walked out of the ward in a panic.
Yan Feng glanced at us and said impatiently:
"What's going on?"
I stepped forward, grabbed Yan Feng's collar, and asked directly:
"Ten years ago, you went to your grandfather's cemetery alone. What did you do?!"
Yan Feng was stunned for a moment, with a look of recollection on his face. Then his expression changed and he pushed me away.
"What... why are you going to the cemetery alone? Our Yan family goes together every year. I don't understand what you are talking about!"
"Grandpa's body is missing. Did you steal it?" Yan Shiting also stepped forward and asked.
"You two must be sick. If the body is lost, you should contact the person in charge of the cemetery. If not, you should report it to the Bureau of Investigation. Why should you contact me?"
Yan Feng looked as if the matter had nothing to do with him.
"You may not care about the lives of dozens of people in the Yan family, but I can guarantee that if something happens to the Yan family, you will be the first to die!"
I stared at him and said coldly.
"Don't just rely on your knowledge of some crooked ways to scare people. I'm not even afraid of Huo Qian, so why should I be afraid of you?"
I sneered, took out a mirror from my backpack, placed it in front of Yan Feng, and said:
"Take a good look at what you will look like after you die!"
Yan Feng glanced at the mirror subconsciously, and after just one glance, his expression immediately froze. Yan Shiting was suspicious, so she also looked at the mirror and screamed!
I saw a face as pale as paper on the mirror, with dilated pupils, chapped lips, and rotten skin. It was more serious than the death scenes I had seen before, which meant that Yan Feng was getting closer and closer to his death!
