C4 Broken Head of Buddha

"Nervous." I kept feeling that his words were weird and infuriating, so I didn't pay much attention to them before turning around and entering the store.

My shop isn't very big, it has two floors and two floors, and is about 20 square meters. People live above it, and business is going down, while on one side of the shop, there are all kinds of religious items like the Eight Trigrams Mirror Xuanyuan Mirror and the Peach Wood Sword and Peace Talisman hanging on one side of the wall.

Perhaps it was due to the psychological hint from the driver's words, but I subconsciously leaned against a gossipy mirror and looked at my own face.

It doesn't matter, I said. His face was a little dark, but it wasn't. The usual black was like the bottom of a pot that had been brushed. It belonged to Fan Qing with a leather cover.

This feels a bit like the spots I saw on Song Jin'er's body this morning.

"Sai Lin …" When I saw this sight, I secretly cursed in my heart. Previously, I had heard from the old man that the Indian Hall went dark, and that was a bad omen. Only two types of people would have such a bad omen, or else they would run into evil and have bad luck.

The second was the person who was about to die. Half of his soul and spirit had already left his body.

It was impossible for me to be one of those two groups of people, but the thought of this hall, and the first sobs I heard, made my heart quail.

Fortunately, there are a dozen or so Buddha statues in my shop that are ready to be sold. They have all been properly lit up in the temple, and some of them were just temporary buddhist kicks, a form of psychological comfort. I didn't even think about kneeling in front of the window and kowtowing to the Buddha in front of me.

Furthermore, I paid particular attention to the three kowtows and nine kowtows as I said in a very particular manner,

"Lord Buddha, although this disciple normally doesn't pay much attention to you guys, he's actually finding a good home for these lords. Right now, I feel like I've been hit by some dirty stuff, so these lords' feet should be given to me as a hug."

After saying that, I kowtowed to him a few more times in a very pious manner. But before I could raise my head, I suddenly heard something in the window above my head crack open and emit a dozen crisp sounds.

Just as I raised my head, something landed solidly on my head with a bang. When I touched it, it turned out to be a buddha's head carved from wood.

At that time, I was stunned for a moment. That buddha's head was cut off in a distinctive way, as if it had just fallen off. I raised my head to look at the dozens of statues of Buddha on the display window.

With a light touch, all the buddha heads fell off, and a person's head landed on the ground.

When I saw this, I felt electrified from head to toe, and I couldn't tell what it was like. However, a sentence immediately echoed in his mind.

"Bodhisattva crossing the river, unable to save himself."

"Zai Lin, f * * k me." This time, I was truly frightened. I couldn't help but curse at these mindless Buddha bodies. In order to keep them hidden from my eyes, I put these statues away in plastic bags and threw them in front of the shop.

After doing all of this, the sky had already darkened. This funeral home was usually open at daybreak and closed at sundown. Since the sky was pretty much completely dark, he decided to close the shop.

Just as the door was about to close, I vaguely heard someone whisper in my ear:

"May I come in?"

The voice was very low, but the handwriting clearly recognized that it was a girl's voice.

"Huh?"

The words came out of my mouth so suddenly that I couldn't react, but as soon as my voice left my mouth, the girl's voice stopped and a gust of wind blew through the gap in the door, making me feel cold all over.

I had goosebumps all over my body, and a chill went up my spine. I didn't know if this was human nature, but when I was afraid, I quickly wrapped myself in the blanket.

However, the feeling of being wrapped up in bed immediately lessened a lot. Due to the pressure of fear and nervousness, I relaxed after lying on the bed. Gradually, I fell into a deep sleep.

I never dream when I sleep, but I don't know what happened this entire night. When I closed my eyes, I found myself sitting next to Song Ying'er's corpse.

The most important thing was that Song Zhen's corpse could sit up straight, just like how it was yesterday. The pair of eyes with white eyes stared at me.

"Lin Bai, I have something in my stomach. Can you help me take it out?"

"Big Sis, can you please stop messing around? I've already opened the Banyan list for you. Isn't it good for you to travel in peace?"

In my dream, I felt my crotch heat up and a warm current almost flowed out. Who would have thought that Song Zhen wouldn't listen to me at all. His hands that flowed with green water and even grew maggots were clasped around my neck.

"If you don't help me take it out, then I'll take you with me."

After saying that sentence, my voice abruptly stopped. I woke up from my dream and realised that my blanket had become wet. Fortunately, it wasn't my crotch area. I was scared to the point that my entire body was drenched in cold sweat.

"Do you remember what the two of us said?"

Just when I thought that it was a false alarm, I saw the same thing. Half of a head appeared out of nowhere on the mirror, with disheveled hair, and blood flowing out of the entire face. The dripping sound was exceptionally clear in the middle of the night, as the bottom of the mirror flowed onto the floor.

I felt the hairs all over my body. I didn't have much time to think about raising the phone beside my bedside table and throwing it at the mirror.

With a bang, the mirror shattered into snowflakes and the sound disappeared. However, when he turned on the light, he could see that the blood that flowed out from the mirror was clearly visible, forming a pool of blood on the floor.

My eyes told me that this wasn't a joke, that Song Jin'er had really become a ghost.

After calming down, I remembered that I saw the corpse yesterday. There was indeed a strangled wound on its neck. Although the wound wasn't big, from what I could tell, the cause of death was definitely a very heavy one.

However, Song Jin'er told me that there was something in her stomach. Was the cause of death in her womb, but that wasn't something I could judge. After all, I was on the Bandage List and didn't have the qualification to undress her for an autopsy.

There's only one thing. Normally, the bereaved family members who came looking for me would give me an authoritative forensic report to fill in. Why didn't this family have one? Could it be that Song Jin's death was never reported?

Also, Song Zhen`er's parents' surname was Liu and her surname was Yuan, so why was it that she was the only one with the surname Song? Could it be that this person was not their daughter at all?