False evidence

Chapter 226 Shuangshan Cemetery
Twelve two-hour periods, twenty-four hours...

I checked the time and started the car.

On a snowy day, the cemetery administrator only left a phone number at the reception desk.

Fang Ling and I followed the path up the mountain.

For a long time, I didn't see a single person.

I began to have doubts and asked Fang Ling: "When a person dies, they are buried in the ground and go to the place they are supposed to go, right?"
Fang Ling said: That's not necessarily true. Throughout history, countless people have died unjustly, their names never cleared. Some have long since vanished without a trace, their souls still lingering in the mortal world. As long as their wishes remain unfulfilled and their obsessions unresolved, they will not willingly enter the cycle of reincarnation.

Shuangshan Cemetery is the closest to the city center and also the largest, almost completely covering two adjacent hills.

Wandering along the narrow path, looking at the rows of tombstones on both sides, covered in snow, I thought about how the people buried there had once lived in this bustling world, some ordinary, some romantic, some despised. A sense of melancholy washed over me, a feeling that life is as fleeting as the wind, and people as insignificant as sand in the wind.

After descending a small slope, I stopped and gestured for Fang Ling to look in one direction.

At the end of that row of tombstones, a man in a black suit stood behind one of the tombstones with his head down.

Even without the psychic eyes granted by the Ghost Hand, I could already tell that this man was extremely abnormal.

After walking for a while, Fang Ling and I both had accumulated a lot of snow on us.

The man in the suit was dressed very thinly; apart from his jacket, he was probably only wearing a shirt underneath.

He seemed to have been standing there for a long time, but not only was there not a single snowflake on his body, he was also completely still, as if he did not feel the cold at all.

Fang Ling tugged at me and whispered, "Xiao Fan is a girl, it's best if she doesn't get involved with men, otherwise she'll still have entanglements with them in the next life."

"oh oh."

I responded and was about to leave when the man in the suit seemed to sense our presence and suddenly turned around.

I couldn't help but gasp.

Because we were far apart and there was wind and snow in between, I couldn't see the other person's face very clearly.

But I could see that inside his open coat, there was a shocking crimson stain that had almost completely turned his white shirt red!
"Ignore him!"

Fang Ling said something hastily and pulled me forward.

After walking a short distance, I couldn't help but look back.

The man, his body covered in blood, was still looking this way.

A woman...a woman...

I ignored everything else and hurried along, looking around as I went.

"ah……"

Suddenly, Fang Ling slipped and fell to the ground.

I tried to help her up, but she cried out in pain.

I crouched down to take a closer look, and then I was completely baffled.

We're walking downhill now, and the steps are covered in snow, making some difficult to distinguish.

Fang Ling accidentally stepped into the air and twisted her ankle.

I tried to take off her boots, but she quickly stopped me.

Seeing her face turn red, I realized: "Sister, this isn't your era. It's not about boys' heads and girls' feet. You can't touch or look at them."

Only then did she reluctantly agree to let me take off her boots.

I was puzzled. Back in the Republic of China era, cheongsams were still fashionable. The slits were so high that they went all the way up to the hips. Wasn't that more serious than looking at feet?
Later, I learned from Fang Ling that what I thought were the clothes were mostly fictional in movies and TV dramas. In reality, people in her era, especially women from wealthy families, dressed much more elaborately.

It's not that I don't wear high-slit cheongsams, but that's only allowed in the inner courtyard; it's not appropriate when elders are present. He unzipped her boots and gently pressed on her ankle, causing her to groan in pain.

I thought to myself, "Oh no, how come it's misaligned?"

I did learn bone setting from my grandfather, but setting bones in the snow in the dead of winter, without any medicine, would inevitably leave lasting effects.

"Okay, I'll carry you."

I helped Fang Ling put on her boots and was about to help her up when she suddenly put her index finger to her lips and gestured for me to be quiet.

Shh... Listen carefully.

I immediately strained my ears and heard a series of sobbing sounds.

The voice was somewhat hoarse, making it difficult to tell whether it was male or female.

At this moment, Fang Ling tugged at me again and pointed to a row of tombstones not far away.

Seeing my hesitation, she whispered, "Don't worry about me, I'm dressed warmly enough, I won't freeze for a while."

I nodded, said nothing more, and walked in the direction she pointed.

The closer you get, the clearer the crying becomes.

As I approached, following the sound, I saw an old woman leaning against a tombstone in the middle, weeping bitterly.

Like the man in the suit, she had no trace of the wind and snow on her body, and the old lady was wearing a shroud for the dead!
After roughly estimating the old lady's age, I ran back to Fang Ling's side and whispered:
"She's an old woman, looks at least sixty or seventy! Even if she's willing to borrow a life force from the dead, how much could she borrow?"

Fang Ling glared at me fiercely: "You really don't understand anything! How long a soul's lifespan in the underworld is depends on the degree of injustice suffered. The older the person, the deeper the injustice suffered, and the shorter the time since death, the longer their soul's lifespan in the underworld will be!"

I said, "Okay then, let's choose this old lady?"

Fang Ling looked at me quietly without saying a word.

I asked what was wrong?
She said, "Didn't you notice? You can hear her voice."

I didn't realize it.

"Tsk, silly boy, ordinary people can't talk to ghosts directly, but you're different. Since you can hear the crying, you can talk to her. First, ask her what happened, what grievance she suffered. If she just had a quarrel with her daughter-in-law and died of anger, she'll cry for a while and then leave. If you take her away, that would be taboo!"

"Makes sense."

I walked back to the row of tombstones and carefully stepped through the gaps in the path.

The old woman's crying had subsided, but it sounded even more heartbreaking, as if she had truly suffered a great injustice.

I walked to within two meters of her and asked softly, "Grandma, why are you crying here?"

The old woman was sitting in the snow, leaning against the tombstone with her head down. When she heard this, she looked up. Judging from her appearance, she wasn't particularly kind, but she wasn't mean either. She was just an ordinary old woman.

The old lady didn't say anything, just glanced at me, then lowered her head and continued crying.

I tried asking her twice more, but this time she didn't even look up.

I was puzzled for a while, then suddenly remembered a detail that Old Bai had told me years ago, so I quickly went around to the tombstone that the old lady was leaning against.

After sweeping away the snow from the monument, you can see that two names are engraved on it.

One is Kwong King-tao, and the other is Xiong Yuping.

The man's name is highlighted in red, indicating he is still alive. Xiong Yuping's name is in white, most likely the old lady's name.

I glanced at her date of death again, then returned to the tombstone.

I tried asking the old lady, "Xiong Yuping, why are you crying here?"

This question had a serious impact. The old lady felt as if she had been electrocuted. She suddenly looked up, and her face, which had been normal just moments before, became ferocious and terrifying. She stretched out her hands and lunged at me!
(End of this chapter)