1. At the intersection of Donghuan Expressway and Tianming Road, the scene of the car accident was extremely tragic: a Ferrari rear-ended a heavy truck, and then it was rear-ended by a large cargo truck. The car, several meters long, was squeezed to just over one meter, and the driver, a young woman, was "stacked" in the cockpit in a highly difficult position. According to the forensic doctor at the scene, "fractured neck, fractured sternum, fractured lumbar vertebrae, fractured leg bones!"
We arrived at our Funeral home, and the body was taken to the dressing room. Sister Hong, in charge of the makeup, quickly opened her toolbox and started working. I went to the boss's office to bring water and overheard the girl's father, Mr. Zhuang, saying, "Don't worry about money. I want my daughter to leave in a dignified and glorious manner..." He gritted his teeth and added, "I also want the perpetrator to pay a price he never imagined!" Sister Hong finished the makeup, and the girl's parents were asked to come and pay their respects.
In the coffin, the girl's long hair was pulled up high, her originally pale face was powdered, showing a hint of pink, wearing a pink long dress, the quality not inferior to the big brands in specialty stores.
A pair of delicate hands were clasped together on her lower abdomen, with a peaceful and tranquil expression.
No matter what kind of dead person, we have seen too many in our industry: chopped into pieces, pierced with many holes, burned to charcoal, corroded into rotten flesh by strong acid, crushed into "pieces" by a car...
Here, it is their station to enter the next cycle of reincarnation. The past is the past. But since this Ferrari girl, I have been dreaming: In a hazy state, a voice comes and goes, saying, "Brother, I was killed by someone, you have to help me seek justice!"
A faint figure appeared in the hazy vision, with a high bun and a dignified pink dress. I wanted to ask a question, but my mouth was dry and I couldn't speak, and my body was as still as if it were cemented in place. The girl seemed to know what I wanted to ask and continued, "In the bedside table on the left side of my room, there is a cellphone. It was a gift from my father on my 18th birthday. If you have him take out the memory card, he will know everything."
It's been like this for several days in a row, making me feel mentally exhausted.
I couldn't stand it anymore, so I found Mr. Zhuang's phone number in the company's business registration book: "Hello Mr. Zhuang, I am Lin Xiaoguo from Wanji Funeral Services Company."
Mr. Zhuang's daughter's funeral went smoothly, and he was also satisfied with our service. He sounded a bit surprised when he received my call: "Hello, is there something wrong?"
I carefully chose my words: "When your daughter turned eighteen, did you give her a cellphone?"
"How did you know that!" Mr. Zhuang questioned, sounding somewhat nervous.
"My daughter told me," I said.
"How did you meet my daughter? He Wei your relationship with her? Is her death related to you?" A series of questions almost choked me.
"You bring the police to find me, I'll be waiting for you at the store! And don't tell your wife about this." After that, I hung up the phone.
The girl's father, Mr. Zhuang, really brought the police to find me.
Detective Ango is an acquaintance of ours here. It has been confirmed by Mr. Zhuang that there is indeed an old cell phone in the left bedside table of her daughter's room, which was a birthday gift from Mr. Zhuang to her daughter on her 18th birthday! I told Ango and Mr. Zhuang, "Your daughter told me in a dream that there are many secrets hidden in the phone's memory card." Mr. Zhuang went hysterical, "Police officer, take him away quickly. He's talking nonsense. My daughter's death must be related to him!"
Ango gestured for him to calm down: "Mr. Zhuang, there is no evidence to prove that Mr. Lin Xiaoguo is related to your daughter's death. I hope you can stay calm! The most crucial thing now is to check your daughter's phone and see what it contains!"
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