In the observation room.
Liu Baoqing crossed his arms, his face wrinkled in thought. He asked in a low voice, "Zhang Zhi, I remember a case back in '01, I think. Someone at the funeral home called the police, said they'd seen a ghost, that the dead had come back to life. Do you remember that one?"
Zhang Hancheng said nothing. Beside him, He Jinxiang shook his head, speechless. "I know the one," he said. "I handled that case."
Back then, He Jinxiang was still at the Lishan Branch. It was a case he personally managed.
Someone from the city funeral home reported a haunting at night.
At first, no one paid him any mind, but after he kept calling, they finally went to the scene and actually found a problem.
They staked it out for a few days. The story was that the bodies in the cold storage would be in one position before the end of the day, but after a night passed, some of them would have switched places.
