Dreaming of 1988, I have the ability to see ghosts and ghosts

"Liu Feng, this..."

Director Xiao was a little hesitant and looked at me inquiringly.

I looked back at Zhang Chen and thought, it would be good to have Zhang Chen follow me so as to avoid some bad gossip.

After all, it was night time, and as a girl, I followed the chief of the police station, which inevitably aroused my imagination.

"Then, Uncle Xiao, let him follow. We will go back to school together later and he will have company."

What I said may seem a bit far-fetched, but I feel a lot more at ease with Zhang Chen following me.

Although it was not the first time I went to help Director Xiao deal with things, I was already in my third year of high school. I thought, in case Director Xiao and the others were busy and couldn't take me back in time, Zhang Chen would be with me so that I wouldn't have to walk back alone in the dark.

Hearing what I said, Zhang Chen's face showed some joy, and he was willing to be my guardian angel.

"Okay then! Get in the car and let's go to the station and talk."

Director Xiao opened the back door and motioned for us to get in.

So Zhang Chen and I sat in the back seat of the police car.

"Zhang Chen, no matter what you see later, don't be afraid. I'll come back and explain everything to you."

It suddenly occurred to me that Zhang Chen probably didn’t know that I had the ability to see ghosts and spirits. I was afraid that he would be scared if I had to deal with some unimaginable things later, so I gave him a heads-up in advance.

"Haha, it's okay. I've heard a lot about you."

He lowered his head and whispered to me with a look of disdain on his face.

"you know?"

I widened my eyes in doubt.

"I know. My parents know your grandmother. In our area, your affairs are no longer a secret."

He smiled.

I understand. His house is only a 20-minute walk from mine, so it's not surprising that he knows about me.

However, after all these years of knowing each other, he has never mentioned it to me.

"Liu Feng, I'm sorry to ask you to run this errand for me."

Director Xiao, who was sitting in the front, saw that we had stopped talking and spoke.

"It's okay, Uncle Xiao, it just so happens that we can rest tonight."

In order not to embarrass Director Xiao, I said it calmly.

"So, Uncle Xiao, what's the matter today?"

"It's like this. There was a bride in Tangqian Village who died inexplicably the night before her wedding. Her fiancé came to the police station to file a complaint, saying that the bride's family had forced his wife to death, or perhaps deliberately killed her."

"But we investigated for several days and found nothing unusual, so we ruled it an accidental death. But the man refused to give in and went to the woman's home every day to make trouble. He also came to the police station to make trouble in the past few days."

"We couldn't do anything. We asked a doctor to come over and he said he died of a cerebral hemorrhage."

"But the man just didn't believe it and insisted that we find out everything. He also stopped the girl's family from having the body cremated."

"This man's newlywed wife died before she even got married. We can't take any coercive measures against him, so we have to ask you to go and take a look."

After listening to Director Xiao's story, I was very moved. That man was still deeply in love. He probably couldn't accept the fact that his newlywed wife suddenly left him, so he made such a fuss.

Director Xiao told me that the woman’s name is Tang Huirong and the man’s name is Wu Guoyong, and they are from Zhangjia Village.

Tangqian Village is not far from the town. After driving for half an hour, we arrived at a house.

This family lives alone, unlike other bays where there are many households. The car is parked on the roadside of a nearby bay.

We walked a short dirt road and arrived at the Tang family’s door.

Under the dim doorlight at the gate, a dejected man was sitting. There was a stool next to him, but he didn't sit on it. Instead, he sat directly on the ground.

He sat quietly in the corner, staring blankly ahead, as if the whole world had left him.

His back was slightly bent and his head was lowered, as if he was carrying an unbearable weight.

His face was filled with fatigue and sadness, and his originally resolute face now looked extremely haggard.

His lips were tightly closed, without a trace of smile, as if he had lost the desire to speak.

His hands hung limply at his sides, as if they had lost all vitality.

The whole person was shrouded in a heavy aura, which made people feel pity for him.

His eyes revealed endless sorrow and despair, as if he could not find the direction in life.

Every tiny movement seemed so slow.

He had an untidy beard and sunken eyes. He should have been a young man in his 20s, but now he looked ten years older than he actually was.

When he heard our voices, he didn't look up, his eyes were still dull and lifeless.

"Director Xiao, you are here. Look, this..."

At this time, a middle-aged man in his 50s walked out of the main room, followed by a young man of eighteen or nineteen years old.

On the way, Director Xiao introduced me to the basic situation of the Tang family.

This young man is Tang Huirong’s younger brother. He is a freshman and our senior.

Tang Huirong and Wu Guoyong met while working in coastal areas. They were sewing workers in the same garment factory.

The Tang family's financial situation was not good, and Tang Huirong's college tuition was all earned by working part-time.

Hearing his father-in-law's voice, Wu Guoyong, who was sitting on the ground, stood up suddenly as if he had been injected with chicken blood.

He grabbed Tang's father, who looked distraught and squeezed out a few words from between his teeth.

"You, you give me back my Rongrong."

I feel like this person has lost his soul.

"You, go away! Stop making trouble. Our Rongrong is gone. Aren't we sad?"

Mr. Tang burst into tears as he looked at his future son-in-law, unable to tell whether he felt sympathy or hatred.

Yes, how can the Tang family not be sad when they lose their daughter? Wu Guoyong's fuss is really annoying.

"It's you. It's you who harmed Rongrong."

Wu Guoyong refused to give in and held Tang's father back and wouldn't let him leave.

"Brother-in-law, please let my dad go."

Tang Di, who was standing next to them, seemed a little impatient and stepped forward to pull Wu Guoyong away.

Wu Guoyong was pushed by him and almost fell down. Zhang Chen hurried forward to support him.

I looked around, trying to find the ghost of Tang Huirong. She probably didn't want to see such a scene.

"Liu Feng, can you help me find that..."

Director Xiao whispered to me, and his meaning was very clear, which was to ask me to find Tang Huirong's ghost and deal with the matter of her fiancé.

I nodded, looked around the threshing floor, didn't see it, and wanted to go into the house to take a look.

Because I was brought here by Director Xiao, the Tang family didn't stop me.

Zhang Chen let go of Wu Guoyong and followed me.

After entering the main hall, a coffin of natural color appeared in front of me, and lying inside was Tang Hui.

I saw an old woman about 70 years old and a middle-aged woman in her 50s sitting next to each other, their faces full of tears.

They should be Tang Huirong's grandmother and mother. When they saw us come in, the middle-aged woman raised her head, glanced at us, and said nothing.

"Auntie, hello, could you please take me to Tang Huirong's room?"

I want to go to Tang Huirong's room first.

Hearing what I said, the middle-aged woman was startled at first, then she stood up mechanically, pushed open the door on the left, and pulled the light cord.