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  Get off the bus, check it out. The sky has a feeling of being about to brighten up. The front part of the car is intact and undamaged, and there's no sign that it was ever in a collision. Holding a flashlight to inspect the underside of the car, nothing unusual can be seen.

  He's an old driver, served in the army for eight years, and then worked at a funeral home for almost ten years. Although he drove a hearse, he never had an accident before, always driving fast and steadily. He couldn't believe it was his own mistake that he hit that woman wearing a floral dress.

  Who would be on the highway at this time of night? In fact, those who sit in this car are not ordinary people. The driver has heard other drivers talk about such things before. Although driving a hearse can make some money, it's not exactly a noble profession. Two strings of small Buddhas that have been opened to light were invited into the driver's cabin, said to be personally handled by a high-ranking monk from Hangzhou Lingyin Temple.

  Look at the driver's lips, they're a bit pale. At this time, he was also afraid of not making it on time. Cha Wenbin took a cigarette from Lao Xia, lit it and handed it to the driver, saying: "Smoke a cigarette, calm down, when you get home, take an Atractylodes lancea bath to sweat it out and you'll be fine."

  That man saw that Zha Wenbin was a young man, but he handled things in an experienced manner. Looking at the cloud boots on his feet, he thought to himself, "Could this be a young master?" Indeed, who wouldn't bring someone knowledgeable along when doing business? He slightly trembled and took a drag of his cigarette, saying: "Young brother, do you think I actually hit him or not?"

  "What if it's hit? What if it isn't? As long as it doesn't hit a person, you can call it a ghost or a soul, this is a spirit car speeding on the road to the underworld, nothing dares to do anything to you, just listen to me and follow my instructions, everything will be fine." After finishing speaking, Cha Wenbin heavily patted the rear half of the carriage three times, but no one understood what he meant.

  The car continued to drive, and the driver thought it was not good, so he asked again: "Little brother, what's your name? To be honest, driving this car is most afraid of encountering such a thing. Every day, going in and out of the crematorium, there are unclean things that people have encountered before. Have I also encountered evil?"

  "Cha Wenbin, you do as I say and go home to take a bath after dropping off the passengers, to wash away the bad luck." And so, they arrived at their destination safely, and the driver bid farewell and left. Cha Wenbin didn't even think about what happened on the road again. Driving a hearse is just transporting coffins in the past, it's said that people like this have very strong lives, generally, dirty things won't provoke him, why? Have you ever seen an owner of a funeral supplies store afraid of ghosts? They're originally doing business with dead people, constantly interacting with the dead for years on end, their bodies have a smell of death, and over time they become a special category, just like one of their own kind.

  The newly emerged coffin was covered with a layer of black film, which could not be stained with soil once it left the ground. Cha Wenbin's arrangement seemed to be in order.

  In the main hall of the Yuan family, there was a gallows at this moment. The rope in front and back was as thick as a thumb, and the coffin was suspended in mid-air. The supporting rods of the gallows were all padded with metal basins, which held water, completely isolating the coffin from the ground.

  Directly below the coffin was Yuan Xiaobai, still lying on the white cloth painted with various patterns. All the windows in the house were sealed and curtains were drawn. In front of the coffin, there was a table with a row of candles burning dimly.

  After all this was done, the rooster in the yard, which had been relieved of its comb, began to crow, its call not very loud but still heralding the arrival of dawn.

  "Both of you go take a nap, come back after dark. The daytime yang energy is strong, and this coffin has just been unearthed, so it's likely to be startled. It's better for everyone to keep a distance from the original point."

  The butler had already made arrangements, there was someone waiting at the door, and across two streets, there was a hotel where they could stay. They were planning to go wash up and rest, but unfortunately, as soon as they left the house, they were stopped by several people in uniform.

  The person in charge looked decent and asked the old butler, "I'm asking about something, was it your family who rented a car at the Western City Funeral Home last night?"

  The old steward looked him up and down: "Where are you from?"

  "The Xiafei Road police station's, yes, this is the certificate." After that, the man took out a notebook for the housekeeper to review, and carefully asked: "Do you know what time he returned in the car this morning?"

  The housekeeper glanced at his watch and said: "It's around five o'clock, Comrade Policeman. If you have something to say, please speak directly. I still have guests and can't delay."

  "Since we've confirmed that the car is rented by you, I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to come down to the station with me. There are some matters that require your cooperation in our investigation. You're a sensible person with status and insight, so I'm sure you understand. The driver of the car was found dead around 7 o'clock, and after receiving the report, we suspect it's related to him, so please..."

  "This sudden scene was indeed shocking, but Cha Wenbin still seemed calm and said: 'Comrade, Mr. Wu is old, we'll just cooperate with you on the investigation.'"

  "Hey, you!" The policeman looked at Zha Wenbin with a hint of disdain, his thick Shanghai accent evident as he said, "Don't play dumb, if not, then don't waste words, get in the car yourself."

  The driver's name is Liu Sihai, who was found at 7 o'clock this morning on his way to work. There is a bend about one kilometer away from the funeral home, and that section of road is usually deserted due to the funeral home. The funeral home has four hearses, with one always in maintenance and three normally working. According to schedule, Liu Sihai was supposed to drive one of the hearses to a hospital at 6 o'clock this morning to pick up a body.

  The head of the department in charge of the morgue and Liu Sihai were old acquaintances, having interacted a lot over the years. Liu Sihai was reliable and cautious in handling matters, never late, but he waited until 6:30 before calling the funeral home as the hearse had not arrived yet.

  The funeral home replied that at around 5:20, Liu Sihai had set off after registering at the unit and should be able to meet as scheduled according to the route.

  Around 7 o'clock, the first hearse that had picked up the body found Liu Sihai's car parked on the side of the road, with the engine turned off. After returning to the unit, they felt suspicious and reported what they had discovered. Ten minutes later, the public security bureau received a report, and there was a male corpse in the car, with a terrible expression. Another ten minutes passed, and the local police station came to ask questions at Yuan's house.

  After listening to all of this, Cha Wenbin first fell silent for a while, then opened his mouth and asked: "Did he go home first?"

  The person speaking was very impolite and said: "It's not your turn to ask me questions, now it's our turn to ask you questions. First answer, what was the purpose of renting a spirit car last night?"

  This remark, Cha Wenbin cannot answer truthfully. He knows that buying and selling corpses is a crime, and once this gets out, it will be impossible to justify in the future, whether for the Yuan family or Xiaobai.

  "Miss Yuan was seriously ill, and last night we had already prepared for the worst, so we rented a hearse to take her back to her hometown in Yangzhou, Jiangsu. But fortunately, she woke up at dawn, so we didn't need the hearse after all, and sent the driver away early this morning."

  "Looking at your ID, you're from Zhejiang?"

  "Yes, I am friends with Yuan Xiaobai, and I originally came over to see him one last time and help deal with the aftermath."

  "Unfortunately, we found this on the spirit car." He handed a photo that had just been sent over to Cha Wenbin and said: "How do you explain? This surname is not common in our area. We also investigated people who knew Liu Sihai when he was alive, and none of them have the surname Cha. We suspect that you are involved in this case and it's best if you confess voluntarily. Perhaps we can consider giving you some policy favors."

  That photo is the windshield of a car, on which there is a palm-sized character, written in a crooked and twisted way, but clearly recognizable as the character "cha" (meaning "investigate").

  Cha Wenbin, although he had something on his mind, remained calm and said: "I have nothing to confess, everything I can say has already been said. Moreover, at that time point, I was at the Yuan family home, many people can prove it."

  "Never mind, okay." Just as the man was about to get up and come over with a fierce expression, there was a knock at the door. A person with flowers on their shoulder, accompanied by Mr. Yuan, stood outside and said with a flattering smile: "Director Li, how is it that you have time to come in person today? This case is being investigated, and we've already caught the suspect..."

  "Let him go!" "This..." "I'm telling you to let him go!" "Slap!"

  He rubbed his scorching cheek, unable to comprehend why the director would slap him out of nowhere.

  Liu Sihai's death, Cha Wenbin knew it wasn't an accident. Even if they didn't find him today, he would have joined in if he had known about it. On the way back, he saw that police car, with warning lines set up around it and uniformed officers surrounding it in several circles.

  "Can we stop for a moment? I'd like to take a look." This was his request to Mr. Yuan.

  "Director Li, look!" "No problem, park it!"

  With this pass, Cha Wenbin easily saw the scene. The car door was open, and Liu Sihai's body had been taken away. Through the car door, he caught a glimpse of the word on the glass and the large bloodstain in the driver's cab that had already begun to solidify. In the car, Liu Sihai's briefcase was still there, bulging with last night's reward. It is said that Liu Sihai was killed by having his throat cut, so it was defined as murder. However, Cha Wenbin, who had seen the scene, had a thread of doubt: those two small Buddhas he had invited from the temple were broken at the neck...

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