Fang Tianquan raised his head in shock, his eyes full of incredibility.

In addition, Wang Xuejiao, who was crying on the side, suddenly stopped crying, and then I found that Wang Xuejiao suddenly seemed to have changed.

She had tears on her face and suddenly had a ferocious face. She clenched her fist and kept beating Fang Tianquan next to her.

While beating Wang Xuejiao, he cried and said, "You give me my son back, and I give me my son back!"

We were extremely surprised by the sudden change. What was strange was that Fang Tianquan had no intention of resisting. The smoke fell from his mouth and did not pick it up. He just sat there like he was lost and let Wang Xuejiao beat him constantly.

After a few seconds, we suddenly came to our senses. Zhao Jiyou and I quickly stood up and pulled Wang Xuejiao away. The old couple had already beaten, so we were really afraid that something would happen after being beaten.

Although Wang Xuejiao was pulled away by us, she still looked unwilling to accept her feelings, and kept shouting at Fang Tianquan, "You give me my son back."

These words are repeated over and over again.

We controlled Wang Xuejiao, but she struggled hard no matter how she did it.

Jiang Bing finally couldn't bear to see it anymore. She stood up with a cold face and slapped her heavily on the table and shouted coldly: "You guys are enough! This is the police station, not yours! We will call home after we finish asking!"

Jiang Bing's throat was really effective, and he stopped Wang Xuejiao from drinking.

Unfortunately, we encountered another problem. Wang Xuejiao stopped beating Fang Tianquan, but she squatted on the ground and started crying.

"This...what is going on?" Zhao Jiyou opened his mouth and asked in disbelief.

Fang Tianquan smiled bitterly and cried with regret on his face: "It's all... it's all my fault! The evil he committed in this life is indeed... it's true that it's true that it's true in his son!"

"Fang Tianquan, what happened is more comprehensive. Now we want clues to investigate the case rather than your regret. This case not only involves Fang Xingwei, but also the other three victims." Jiang Bing frowned and sat down, looking at Fang Tianquan coldly.

Fang Tianquan picked up the cigarette and lighted the cigarette. Perhaps Fang Tianquan hadn't smoked for a long time, so he coughed violently after taking a deep breath.

Zhao Jiyou and I didn't dare to leave either, for fear that Wang Xuejiao would jump up and beat Fang Tianquan when we moved.

Although they were husband and wife, they were completely merciless in those few attempts just now.

Fang Tianquan sucked a cigarette until halfway through him before he gradually calmed down.

Fang Tianquan rubbed his forehead and sighed silently: "I am a funeralist..."

When Fang Tianquan said the three words "Funeror", Zhao Jiyou and I couldn't help but jump slightly.

I am familiar with the profession of funeralist, and it is somewhat similar to my forensic doctor.

All serve the dead.

Our forensic doctors are anatomical examinations for the deceased, but to put it nicely, they are seeking justice for the deceased.

The funeralist also serves the deceased. The difference is that the forensic doctor dissects the deceased and seeks justice, while the funeralist seeks to restore the deceased.

To put it bluntly, the profession of a funeralist is to put on makeup for the deceased, and to the best of its ability it is to restore the original face of the deceased.

For example, if a deceased had scratched his face or had a car accident during his lifetime, the funeralist would often take action to restore their faces to the best possible for the deceased.

To be honest, I always feel that the profession of funeral masters is noble, although he is more biased and difficult to accept.

No wonder I smelled a strong strange fragrance on Fang Tianquan when he first came. I originally thought that the smell was coming from Wang Xuejiao, but I never expected it to be Fang Tianquan.

After smoking the cigarette, Fang Tianquan put it on the ground and stomped it on his feet and endured his heartache and said sadly: "No matter which industry it is, there are some taboos, and the same is true for those who do our industry. The biggest taboo for funeralists is that they cannot put on makeup for living people. If they put on makeup for living people, it will be like a death talisman for living people, and that person may be killed at any time."

We don’t know what Fang Tianquan said has to do with Fang Xingwei’s supernatural powers, but we still know that since Fang Tianquan can say it, it proves that these are somewhat related, so we are not in a hurry and wait quietly for Fang Tianquan to continue talking.

"The funeralist is also called a mortician. My craft was learned from a foreigner when I was young. At that time, it was not popular to put on makeup for the deceased. There was no position as a funeralist in both the crematorium and the funeral home. I just started to learn this craft, and when I started to do it, I just set up a house specially for the deceased to put on makeup for the deceased and did it at home." Fang Tianquan rubbed his hands and told the past with annoyance.

My eyes floated to Fang Tianquan's palm.

Others in their fifties had rough hands, while Fang Tianquan's palms did not have any roughness. Because of his age, the skin on his hands was a little depressed, but he still could not hide the fairness of his hands.

After careful comparison, I found that Fang Tianquan's hands were even whiter and tenderer than Wang Xuejiao's hands.

This may be due to the impact of profession.

"As the saying goes, if you have a skill, the world is just a mouth. If you have a skill, you can eat anything. After learning the craftsmanship of funeral, I will do business at home. The business was not good at first, so that during that time, our family had to rely on Xue Jiao's meager salary to support him." Fang Tianquan said this and showed a look of shame towards Wang Xuejiao.

Wang Xuejiao sobbed in a low voice. In her eyes, Fang Xingwei might be all her pillars, but now that the pillars have collapsed, her spirit seems to have collapsed.

Fang Tianquan wiped the tears on his face with his hand, and his old voice seemed extremely tired: "Everything was difficult at the beginning. At the beginning, there was indeed not much business, but I saw that the business was not very good, so I went outside to promote it, thinking that there were a few, which would at least reduce the burden on the family. I didn't expect that the publicity was more significant. Later, most of the people's family conditions improved, and no one wanted to finish the matter hastily when something happened at home, especially those who died of misfortune. Most of the families wanted to handle everything properly, so our business gradually improved at that time.

The family members of the deceased will transport the deceased to my house, which is basically the day before the day and the next day to bring it back. And I want to ensure that the deceased will be restored to the previous day as much as possible in this day."

"This is a bit troublesome, but it's still relatively easy for me." Fang Tianquan's eyes were not full of accomplishment when he said this, and some people were full of self-blame: "At that time, Xingwei was already in the sixth grade, and Xingwei's child was particularly hard-working, and his academic performance was always among the best in the class. Sometimes when he came home at night to finish his homework, Xingwei would help me put some makeup on those dead people."

Finally, we talked about Fang Xingwei.

What we didn't expect was that Fang Xingwei would help Fang Tianquan put on makeup on the deceased.

This means... Fang Xingwei has been in contact with dead people since he was a child!

"You... how could you let Fang Xingwei help you? The dead soul leaves the body, and the yin energy is quite strong, and Fang Xingwei was a child at the beginning. The child was naturally strong and yang weak. If you let him touch the corpse at such a young age, it would be easy to make mistakes in the future." Zhao Jiyou looked up at Fang Tianquan in shock and said instinctively.

Fang Tianquan looked at Zhao Jiyou with some surprise. He probably didn't expect that he, a policeman, would know so much.

"I knew what you said at that time, but I always thought that these are nonsense. I had been doing things for so long and didn't feel anything wrong, so I was not prepared for Xingwei at the beginning. I thought that this would also allow Xingwei to learn more. After all, it would not be too hampered. If there was something happening in the future, Xingwei could also make a living in this industry." Fang Tianquan said softly, his eyes dazed, as if he was talking to himself.

I frowned and asked, "You just said that Fang Xingwei was timid when he was a child, so what was he..."

"Xingwei is indeed very timid, but timidity is divided into many kinds. When he first faced the corpse, Xingwei was indeed afraid of it more than once. But after a long time, he gradually got used to it. Not only that, he could calmly go alone in the room where the corpse was placed..."

"Didn't you object to Fang Tianquan's intimacy when he asked Fang Xingwei to come into contact with the corpse since he was a child?" Zhao Jiyou turned his head curiously and looked at Wang Xuejiao.

Wang Xuejiao sobbed for a while and she recovered from her senses this time and said, "At that time, I was busy outside, and the family affairs were usually left to the father and the other two. I didn't know about him asking Xingwei to contact the body at first, until... I didn't know until that happened!"

“What’s the matter?”

"Let me say it." Fang Tianquan sighed deeply and said, "I know the details of this."

"Xingwei's child has a lot of talent in the funeral industry. When I put on makeup on the body, he would watch it, and sometimes he could even help me with some simple things." Fang Tianquan looked at the cigarette I placed on the table.

I took out a cigarette from the table and handed it to Fang Tianquan. Fang Tianquan thanked him softly and lit the cigarette, took a few sips before continuing.

"I remember that summer vacation that year, Xingwei was at home alone. At that time, my business about funeral was already very extensive. Even if someone died in a county town near Qingquan County, he would ask me to bury the deceased. At that time, I happened to take on a business and go to another place to work for a few days. Before leaving, I told Xingwei that after I left, my family's business would stop for a few days. Xingwei was also sensible. Besides, when someone came, he saw that the adults were not at home, he would not ask children to do it, so I could also rest assured."

"It's just... what I didn't expect was that Xingwei had come into contact with this line, but I ignored the biggest taboos in this line and forgot to tell Xingwei."

"The biggest taboo..." Zhao Jiyou frowned, then suddenly looked up: "Put makeup for living people!"
Chapter completed!