Super Wizard

Police Department Criminal Police Brigade!

When Fang Ming followed Cao Liang and Ouyang Xueqing to the entrance of the brigade, Fang Ming stopped.

"Fang Ming, what's wrong?" Ouyang Xueqing asked with some curiosity when she saw Fang Ming stop.

Fang Ming's eyes glanced at the street corners on both sides of the road. After half a ring, he withdrew his eyes, said nothing, and signaled to move on.

In the interrogation room of Interpol, Fang Ming saw the tomb-keeper.

It was a rickety man, and the light in the room hit him, but Fang Ming couldn't see his face because the other party's head was lowered.

"His name is Zhang Fu, forty-six years old this year, single divorced, Henanese, worked in the magic capital Beishan Mausoleum for 22 years..."

Ouyang Xueqing was reading the tomb-keeper's information beside Fang Ming, but Fang Ming waved his hand, beckoning that he wanted to go in and chat with each other.

"no problem."

Cao Liang agreed. Unlike for procedural reasons, he and Ouyang Xueqing must be accompanied.

The door of the interrogation room opened, but Zhang Fu, unwittingly, still kept his head down.

"Zhang Fu, I hope you can tell the truth."

The main work of the interrogation was done by Ouyang Xueqing. After all, this interrogation room was monitored by a camera, that is, after this sentence, Zhang Fu raised his head, and Fang Ming also saw Zhang Fu’s face clearly, his expression slightly. trembling.

It was a very terrifying face. The entire left cheek was completely burned. The wound extended to the left ear. The scar was shocking, and it made people feel chilly.

With such a face, if you go to kindergarten, it is estimated to scare a group of children.

"Zhang Fu, the forensic doctor has already checked out the cause of the child’s death and was strangled alive. On the neck of the child, we found your fingerprint, even if you refuse to admit it, it’s useless, personal evidence, physical evidence Yes, your resistance will only increase the final penalty."

Ouyang Xueqing looked at Zhang Fu, Zhang Fu's eyes dodged slightly, his head was still bowed, "People didn't kill me."

"Only you are the tomb-keeper in the entire cemetery, and you appear next to the corpse with your fingerprint on it, Zhang Fu, stop quibbling."

boom!

Ouyang Xueqing snapped the notebook in her hand on the table. In her mind, she already determined that Zhang Fu was the murderer, and she was the most intolerant of this kind of cruel killing of children.

"Sergeant Ouyang, don't worry."

Fang Ming interrupted Ouyang Xueqing and looked at Zhang Fu. "Mr. Zhang, can you tell me why you chose to do the job of guarding the gravemen?"

Zhang Fu looked up and looked at Fang Ming. It seemed a little surprised because no policeman had asked him this question in the three days since he was brought to the Criminal Police Team.

"When I see this face, everyone has to be afraid, so there is only a hell."

Zhang Fu's voice was very light and slow, but what he said was full of vicissitudes.

It is almost impossible for a disfigured person to find a normal job in this society, especially because he ruined his entire face, and the entire face is so terrible, that is, only the dead in the cemetery He will not be dismissed.

However, Fang Ming grabbed a key point from Zhang Fu's words, gave Cao Liang a look, and Cao Liang also understood that he nodded while taking advantage of the camera, and the entire camera's light was dimmed. .

"Mr. Zhang, have you ever seen a ghost?" Fang Ming asked curiously.

"ghost……"

Zhang Fu's thoughts seemed to be caught in his thoughts. After half a noise, the burnt dead meat on that gritty face suddenly shook, "Of course I have seen it."

"Oh, I am a little curious about ghosts. Can Mr. Zhang talk about what ghosts you see? And are you afraid of ghosts?"

"There is nothing scary about ghosts. If you don't harm him, he will not harm you. Some people are more terrible than ghosts. Even if you don't harm him, he will harm you."

Zhang Fu smiled ridiculously, but it was okay that he didn't smile on this face, and it was even more terrifying when he laughed. Ouyang Xueqingqiang endured the vomiting in his heart and began to record the chat records of Fang Ming and Zhang Fu in his notebook.

"What kind of work does Mr. Zhang usually do in the cemetery?" Fang Ming changed the subject.

"Sweep the tomb for the people and guard the cemetery."

Zhang Fu’s job is very simple. His daily job is to guard the cemetery, but sometimes some family members of the deceased may not be able to come outside to worship for some reason, so he will let him help sweep the tomb, so that he can also earn A lot of hard work.

"I see, thank you Mr. Zhang."

Fang Ming stood up, his questions were almost asked, and he already had a judgment on the answer.

"Fang Ming, how is it that this blessing controls these ghosts to retaliate?" Ouyang Xueqing asked eagerly as soon as the door of interrogation came out.

"Although Zhang Fu's body is very heavy, he is just an ordinary person, he has no ability to control ghosts, and his body's yin has only been contaminated in the cemetery for a long time."

"It's not Zhang Furong, what's the matter, is there someone else doing the trick, or is this blessing with an associate?"

Han Qiaoqiao looked suspicious, and she saw that Zhang Fu was in line with this condition, whether it was time or identity.

"Go, take me to the cemetery, um, take Zhang Fu by the way."

Fang Ming didn't explain too much, indicating Cao Liang and Ouyang Xueqing took him to the cemetery. At the same time, the members of Cao Liang's team also rushed to the cemetery at the request of Fang Ming.

Great China Cemetery.

A cemetery on the outskirts of Modu is also the cemetery where Zhang Fu works.

Unlike the gloomy imagination of many people, the cemetery greening is doing very well now. If it weren't for the tombstone, it would be similar to a park.

The summer breeze blows, a little more cool.

"Introduce to everyone, this is Mr. Fang, an expert."

When capturing Luo Cenlong, many of Cao Liang's team members had seen Fang Ming, but they didn't think much about it. However, when they heard their captain's words at the moment, they thought of their own encounters and expressed their expressions one by one. Became weird.

"You met a female ghost, right? How old are you?"

"You encountered the ghost of a child, um, is it a man or a woman?"

...

Fang Ming recorded all the characteristics of the age and appearance of the ghosts encountered by these team members. As for Zhang Fu, he was still handcuffed to the car.

"Zhang Fu, is there an old man in your cemetery, about eighty years old, well, there is a hemorrhoid in the middle of my eyebrow. There is also a little girl..."

Bringing Zhang Fu off the car, Fang Ming asked Zhang Fu the image of the ghosts described by the team members, and Zhang Fu answered them all.

Inside the cemetery, a black and white photo of an old man was affixed to a tombstone, with a mole on his brow.

Similarly, the little girl and the female ghost found the corresponding tomb.

The Cao Liang team members who followed Fang Ming and Zhang Fu saw these black and white photos, and then thought of their own encounters these past few days, one by one, there was a look of panic on their faces, fearing that these ghosts would crawl out of the tombstone next moment.

Thirteen mausoleums, one lot.

"What is the cause of this little girl's death?" Fang Ming asked, pointing at the tombstone with the little girl's picture in it.

"The driver was hit by a car and the driver fled in trouble. He has not been caught so far."

"What about this old man?"

"I heard that it was because of a quarrel with my daughter-in-law that a heart attack occurred, and she died without rescue."

Zhang Fu is like a few family treasures, as if the dead were his friends during his lifetime. In fact, he knows how all the tomb owners died in the entire cemetery.

"So I said that sometimes ghosts are not terrible. What is more terrible than ghosts is the hearts of people."

Zhang Fu grinned at Fang Ming, but this smile was really too gloomy. With the environment like the cemetery, Ouyang Xueqing couldn't help but shudder.

"Why move the child's body?"

"It's too dirty to die. If you don't sort it out for him, he will only have this look."

Fang Ming didn't ask any more questions. He probably already knew about the matter. Zhang Fu was indeed wronged.

"Mr. Zhang usually cares about cleaning the mausoleum. I think there are many tombstones here for a long time without any moss on it."

The Dahua Mausoleum has existed for almost fifty years, that is to say, the oldest burial owner has been dead for more than fifty years, and some even moved from the old place under the mountain. Even longer.

Some tombstones will leave traces of moss on them after being blown in the sun for more than ten years. Even if it is often taken care of, the tombstones will still appear blue. Of course, greenstones are not necessarily a bad thing.

"It's nothing. I'm not good at going out like this. I'm afraid to scare other people. So I often take care of these tombstones. There are more than 500 tombs in the entire cemetery, of which 60 tombs have no relatives coming to worship, There are also a hundred descendants of tombs that come only once in a few years."

"This man is lonely after he dies, and I will accompany them more."

"It's good." Fang Ming nodded. "Why don't Mr. Zhang get a table and let me accompany Mr. Fang's friends today for a drink."

Zhang Fu looked at Fang Ming with some surprise, "Is Mr. Fang not afraid?"

"Isn't Mr. Zhang saying, isn't the ghost terrible? And with Mr. Zhang in, I think your friends should not treat me like that."

Fang Ming smiled, Zhang Fu didn't say anything, turned around and walked towards the place where he lived. Ouyang Xueqing on the side wanted to say something, but was stopped by Fang Ming's eyes.

"Zhang Fu is not a murderer, someone else who killed a child, you caught the wrong person."

After seeing Zhang Fu leave, Fang Ming looked at Cao Liang's team members, "The reason why you will be attacked by ghosts is very simple. These ghosts live in this mausoleum, and they stayed for different reasons. Yang did not go to hell."

"These ghosts are actually poor ghosts. The relatives and relatives did not come to the grave to sweep the grave, so you can only rely on Zhang Fu to burn some paper money tribute. You have caught Zhang Fu, and no one will sweep them to incense. Well, these ghosts are naturally gone."

Fang Ming said the reason.