Chapter 13 Chapter 12 Dean Meng's Unnatural Death

In the morning, after Wan Sui'er got up, Dad had already prepared breakfast. During the meal, Dad said: "Gossip, how are you and that Langma?" Wan Sui'er suppressed a smile and said, "What's wrong?" Dad said, "What's going on." Wan Sui'er said, "We are just friends." Dad said, "What does he do?" Wan Sui'er said, "Student. His family lives in Fenshui and runs a coal mine." Dad said, "That's great!" Wan Sui'er said: "Hey, hey, why are you so greedy for money! If you were in the evil old society, you would have to sell me to the landlord Lao Cai!"

Dad said: "If you can find a rich husband's family, of course I will be happy, at least you can pay me back the money you owe me sooner." Upon hearing the money was paid back, Wan Sui'er immediately stuck out her tongue, put her hands on her head to make two long ears, and said, "I'm a rabbit." Then she hopped back to the bedroom. Before going to work, Dad came to Wan Sui'er's bedroom and said, "Rabbit, go and clean up the table." Wan Sui'er said, "Tell me first, what's the name of your female netizen?" Dad asked, "Which one?"

Wan Sui'er walked up to her father and said seriously, "How many female netizens do you have?" Dad said, "...three." Wan Sui'er said: "This issue will be held in court tomorrow. I'm asking about the female netizen whose husband died. What does she do? Do you have her phone number?" Dad asked vigilantly: "What are you doing? We haven't even met each other!" Wan Sui'er said, "Don't be nervous, I'm just looking for her to understand something." Dad said: "Her surname is Zhou, and she is a middle school teacher." Then, he called up a phone number from his mobile phone and gave it to Wan Sui'er.

Wan Sui'er wanted to make sure—if this woman really saw the video of her husband being tortured, it meant that hell probably really existed.It can be deduced from this that the three pieces of advice given by the man in white are not empty words... At present, Wan Sui'er is most concerned about Langma's life and death. She couldn't figure it out, why did the man in white say that Langma was going to hell?Did he do something outrageous?This is a matter of character, which is very important to Wan Sui'er. As soon as Dad walked out of the house, Wan Sui'er called Teacher Zhou, hoping to meet her.

Perhaps because of the severe injury just now, Teacher Zhou seemed a little nervous: "Who are you? What do you do? How do you know my phone number?" Wan Sui'er introduced herself, and then said, "I just want to talk to you about your husband." Obviously, no one wants to hear her mentioning her husband anymore, she thought for a while and said, "I'm on vacation, come to my house." At around three o'clock in the afternoon, Wan Sui'er came to Teacher Zhou's house by bus alone, and rang the doorbell for a long time before Teacher Zhou opened the door for her.

Mr. Zhou has a trowel face and looks rather mean.She was wearing a purple pajamas, and her long hair was neatly combed and draped over her shoulders. Wan Sui'er said: "Hello, Teacher Zhou!" She never liked calling people aunt or uncle. There wasn't even a hint of a polite smile on that trowel's face, he just said lightly, "Come in." The house was huge and seemed empty, and Wan Sui'er even thought there should be a few pillars.There is not much furniture, but it is very expensive.It was bright outside, but the light inside was very dark, blocked by thick curtains.

Wan Sui'er smelled a pungent incense smell, as if she had walked into a temple.She glanced around and saw a huge Buddha statue in the corner of the room, shining golden light, three sticks of incense were burning in front of the Buddha, and the smoke was lingering. She sat down on the sofa in the living room and said first: "Mr. Zhou, I have a classmate named Xu Youyou. She recently received a CD with images of the eighteen levels of hell. No one believes it, but I think You will believe it. So, let me tell you about your husband and maybe find some connection between the two discs. Would you like to talk to me?"

Teacher Zhou sighed for a long time, and his attitude became gentler: "Little girl, do you drink water?" Wan Sui'er took out a bottle of Coke from her satchel and said, "Don't worry, I have it." Teacher Zhou sat next to Wan Sui'er, looked at the door of the study, was silent for a moment, and then began to speak slowly. Teacher Zhou's husband's surname is Meng. 21 years ago, Mr. Zhou fell in love with him and got married through others.At that time, Meng worked in the Health Bureau and was an ordinary cadre.Later, because of his excellent work, he was promoted step by step, and was sent to the city's Second People's Hospital four years ago as the top leader.

A month ago, Dean Meng ate out and didn't come home until midnight.At first, Mr. Zhou didn't pay much attention, because he was always like this all year round.Later, she called her husband, but no one answered.She was in a bit of a hurry and was about to call his driver when someone rang the doorbell suddenly. She thought it was her husband who came back, so she hurried to open the door, but a thin security guard appeared outside the door.When he was on patrol, he saw a person lying in the elevator, who had stopped breathing, so he quickly called the emergency number, and at the same time knocked on doors from house to house, looking for his family members.

Teacher Zhou came to the elevator and saw that the man was her husband!His whole body exuded a strong smell of alcohol, and he was hardened. Teacher Zhou fell to the ground, and it took him a long time to recover, crying loudly. After the emergency personnel arrived, they checked carefully and confirmed that Dean Meng drank too much alcohol, caused heart failure, and died. After the emergency personnel left, relatives arrived one after another. They carried Dean Meng's body home and covered it with a white sheet, revealing two leather shoes. Teacher Zhou stood beside her husband, crying to death.

When it was almost dawn, Miss Zhou suddenly stopped crying, and her blood-red eyes widened - she saw that one of her husband's leather shoes seemed to shake slightly.Then she stood up and cried out: "He's alive! He's alive! . . . " The younger sister came over, helped Teacher Zhou to the sofa while crying, and advised her to rest for a while.It was impossible for Mr. Zhou to fall asleep, so he went back to her husband's body and continued to cry. After dawn, a car came to the crematorium and took the body away.Relatives began planning a memorial service. On the third day, the body was cremated. On the night of the accident, Dean Meng was entertained by a pharmaceutical company. According to his driver, Dean Meng drank a bottle of Wuliangye.In the past, he drank more, and nothing happened.The driver took Dean Meng home, saw him walk into the door of the unit, and then drove away. Unexpectedly, he died suddenly in the elevator... Through the door of the study, Wan Sui'er saw Dean Meng's urn neatly placed on the bookshelf.It was a black sandalwood urn, carved with exquisite patterns, with fences and doorsteps, like a small house. After her husband left, Teacher Zhou recalled it every day. She thought of one thing and thought it was an omen: the day before her husband passed away, he woke up suddenly in the middle of the night, looked at the window, and kept trembling.Teacher Zhou also woke up and asked him what was wrong. He said that a white man and a black man appeared outside the window. They smiled at Dean Meng and disappeared. Mr. Zhou lives on the third floor, how could there be someone outside the window?She felt that her husband must have had a nightmare, so she didn't pay much attention to it.Thinking about it afterwards, isn't that just the two life-threatening ghosts of black and white impermanence? After the death of her husband, Mr. Zhou began to eat fast and chant Buddha. A few days ago, she received a courier without the sender's name, address, or phone number, but contained a CD.When she played the disc, she saw her husband!The scene made her hair stand on end-her husband's arms and thighs were cut off, the left arm was joined to the right, the right arm was joined to the left, and likewise, the left thigh was joined to the right, and the right thigh was joined to the left.He was locked in a very narrow passage, unable to stand up, and could only watch his upside-down hands and feet, crawling back and forth... In order to prove the date, a newspaper appeared in the camera, which was the "Acropolis Evening News" from the day before the disc was received. Wan Sui'er said, "Mr. Zhou, is that CD still available?" Teacher Zhou said, "I threw it away." Wan Sui'er thought for a while, and then said, "Is it an enemy who forged the video? Are you sure that person is your husband?" Teacher Zhou said: "It's my husband! His name and date of birth are also marked on the screen. Besides, he has lived with me for 21 years. Even if he is skinned, I can still recognize him!" Speaking of this, Teacher Zhou's eyes turned red again: "Whoever goes to hell, my husband shouldn't go to hell! He is kind-hearted, polite to everyone, always working overtime at work, and getting sick from exhaustion..." He stood up while talking, and turned on the DVD player: "—this video was recorded when he was alive, please take a look!" A middle-aged man appeared on the TV, wearing a silver-gray suit and a dark green tie. He was neither fat nor thin.He is chairing a meeting. Wan Sui'er turned her head to look at Teacher Zhou, her troweled face was looking at the screen intently, showing strands of sweetness, that was love. The protagonist is unfamiliar, and the meeting is boring. Wan Sui'er is not in the mood to read on, but she can't say anything, so she can only relive her good memories with Teacher Zhou. After the video stopped, Teacher Zhou's face was clouded again: "I can't mention this to others, they will think my husband has done something evil. I regard your father as a friend, but he doesn't believe it either. I……" Wan Sui'er said: "Mr. Zhou, the DVD of the 18th Floor of Hell will soon spread in the society, and everyone will pay attention to it. No matter what, at least you are not alone anymore." Teacher Zhou shook his head in pain and said, "What's the use of that? My husband will never come back..." On the way home, Wan Sui'er pondered Teacher Zhou's words over and over again, and gradually became suspicious—Wan Sui'er did not doubt her sadness, but her sanity. She said she saw the leather shoes shaking after her husband died, is it possible?Could it be that she couldn't stand such a big stimulus and had hallucinations?In a hallucinatory state, it is possible to even see the feet of a dead person snapping their fingers. So, did she really see the disc?Wan Sui'er came to her house just to confirm this matter, but she said that she threw it away, but she still didn't hear it. There is one detail that Wan Sui'er can't let go of—Ms. Zhou said that on the night before her husband died, she saw a white man and a black man in the window... Wan Sui'er naturally thought of the man in white and the man in black. Man, are they black and white from hell? Thinking of this, Wan Sui'er shivered.