Three people and one ghost solved 43 mysterious cases.

"Yes, one coffin, one deceased, one for the other, what's the difficulty?"

Since Zheng Xiu had been considered dead and was now alive, there was one less body.

When Pan Meiru dies, the body will come. If Pan Meiru is made up as Zheng Xiu and put in the coffin.

Then when the family comes to visit tomorrow, the body will be sent for cremation or buried.

Cremation is not a good option, as you will be exposed to the cremation industry.

It makes more sense to bury it - as long as Pan Meiru's body is buried underground, then the whole world will think that it is Zheng Xiu who died.

If Pan Meiru's body is not found, then this matter can be over.

Zheng Xiu informed Hu Jiansheng of his ideas.

"No, please, please let me go. I can't do this. How can a woman put on makeup to look like a man?"

Zheng Xiu patted Hu Jiansheng's face with his bloody hand, "Do you have any other choice? If I go to jail, you will go to jail too."

Hu Jiansheng was suddenly shocked. Yes, he knew very well that he wanted to murder Zheng Xiu just now.

If Zheng Xiu is caught and reaches the interrogation room, he will definitely tell the whole story. No matter how Zheng Xiu is sentenced, Hu Jiansheng's prison sentence will be fixed.

His act was intentional murder - an attempt.

several years? Started more than ten years ago! I can't go to jail anymore and go back to that place... Absolutely not!

Zheng Xiu said:

"How about it? I've also told you the method. I promise it'll be fine. You can still get another 500 million. Once you have the money, you can do your thing and I can do mine."

500 million.

Hu Jiansheng thought to himself, as long as this matter can be suppressed, even for a short time, 500 million will be obtained. After taking the money, he can immediately escape from K City and run far away. Wouldn't everything be fine?

One wrong step, one wrong step after another, and at this moment, he was tied to the same boat as Zheng Xiu.

He could only accept Zheng Xiu's proposal.

Regardless of whether Hu Jiansheng can do this or not, I have to leave here quickly. Zheng Xiu thought in his mind.

"Come here, get up and give me stitches."

Zheng Xiu sat on the aluminum alloy table and took off his clothes. There was a wound on his back from the scissors.

Hu Jiansheng could only obey the order, get needle and thread, and suture Zheng Xiu's wound.

The wound was not serious and was quickly treated. Zheng Xiu put on his clothes and said, "Then you should put makeup on that woman. At twelve o'clock tomorrow night, go to the Star Pier and I will give you money."

"Hey." Hu Jiansheng asked, "But the body has been put on makeup and the family members have to be notified. When the family members see the body, won't it be exposed?"

Zheng Xiu took another look at the body bag "him" had used on the aluminum alloy table. The first person to contact the family was Zheng Shaoyu.

He said, "Just feel free to inform me. It will definitely be fine."

After that, he walked out of the room, but soon turned back, walked to Pan Meiru's body, felt in his pocket, and took out the car keys.

After leaving the funeral parlor, I got into Pan Meiru's Mercedes-Benz and disappeared into the night.

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Hu Jiansheng's legs were still shaking and cramping. He patted his legs hard. Now was not the time to be afraid.

Things must be done.

He picked up Pan Meiru's body from the ground and placed it on the aluminum alloy table.

He took off his clothes, took out a shower, and washed away the blood from the body.

The person I just met died in the blink of an eye.

"Ms. Pan, don't blame me. I have no enmity with you. If you want to blame, blame your husband."

Then Hu Jiansheng began to put makeup on the corpse.

She cut off Pan Meiru's hair and tried to recall Zheng Xiu's appearance. In fact, there was nothing to think about. Zheng Xiu's face was that of a has-been star. He had also watched Zheng Xiu's movies... so recognisable.

Although no matter how much makeup he puts on, it looks different, but Hu Jiansheng still works hard.

Brush your face white and use a black pen to add some stubble around your mouth and chin.

After that, he found a black men's Tang suit and put it on Pan Meiru. He buttoned the clothes and put on a hat. Put it in a coffin.

He looked at the "rough body" in the coffin again, at least, it looked like a man.

He closed the coffin lid, processed the scene, hid all Pan Meiru's clothes in a black bag, and wiped away the blood.

There is still something to do, there is still something to do.

Hu Jiansheng continued to put makeup on the second corpse, the one with a swollen belly and a body that died of cancer, which he was supposed to dispose of tonight.

In this room at this time, there was only the sound of makeup and foundation, just like a normal night.

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Four in the morning.

In a mountain villa, Zheng Shaoyu was awakened by the rapid ringing of the doorbell.

He lived alone, so he got out of bed in a daze, walked downstairs, and came close to the peephole of the door, looking at the "cat's eye" distorted and enlarged - the person outside the door.

Zheng Shaoyu was startled, so frightened that he woke up. He stepped back and sat on the ground, sweating on his head.

"Son, open the door."

What the hell! Zheng Shaoyu wanted to crawl towards the room, but he was really scared to death.

The voice from outside the door continued, "Son, open the door! It's me! I'm not dead."

not dead? Why didn't he die?

"Pan Meiru wants to kill me, you have to save me." Zheng Xiu covered the still painful stab wound with one hand and held the door open with the other, "I will be in danger if you don't open the door!"

Walking past a patrolling security guard in the villa area.

Zheng Shaoyu controlled his breathing to calm himself, walked to the cat's eyes again, and took another look. It was indeed his father, and the person with the shadow was a person.

He opened the door. Zheng Xiu entered the house.

The security guard in the distance said, "Mr. Zheng, is there anyone looking for you so late?"

"It's okay, it's okay." Zheng Shaoyu waved his hand and quickly closed the door.

Zheng Xiu leaned on the sofa in the living room, panting and said, "Water, water."

Zheng Shaoyu took the kettle and poured water. Zheng Xiu directly grabbed the kettle, drank it, and then said. "Eat, eat."

He hasn't eaten for a long time.

Zheng Shaoyu took a piece of bread, Zheng Xiu wolfed it down, grabbed a bunch of grapes on the coffee table, stuffed them into his mouth, and then regained his breath.

"Dad, what happened? How did you come back to life? Why did you come here?"

"That stinky bitch."

Zheng Xiu bitterly told all what happened just now.

"You...you killed Pan Meiru?"

"Damn her."

Zheng Shaoyu broke out in a cold sweat, "What should I do? Call the police." When he said this, a voice in Zheng Shaoyu's heart suddenly stopped him, "You can't call the police."

"Do you want me to go to jail?" Zheng Xiu looked at Zheng Shaoyu.

"No, Dad, why would I let you go to jail? Then, what should I do now?"

Zheng Xiu picked up a pack of cigarettes on the coffee table, took out one and put it in his mouth, "Listen to me, I already have a solution. Do as I say."

he said:

I have bribed the embalmer, and he will make up Pan Meiru's corpse to look like me.

The crime scene has been dealt with and everything is fine.

And you are the "first contact family member for my body." Early this morning, you went to the funeral home to pick up my body.

After that, wait two days and find a cemetery to bury me. Don’t let anyone come to commemorate me and say that all funerals should be simple.

Then the matter is over.

After hearing this, Zheng Shaoyu always felt something was wrong. He said, "Dad, Pan Meiru is dead. Even if the body is not found, the police will definitely be suspicious of her disappearance, right?"