Below the memorial tablet is a six-foot-long memorial table with three treasures. There are incense tables, white candles, three animals and offerings, as well as mourning flower cards and flower baskets on both sides.

A banner hangs high at the rear, and the elegiac couplets on the left and right sides read: I know you are too smart, but it is not your longevity, which makes me worry and miss you so much. This shows the grief and longing of a pair of parents for losing their son.

The ever-burning lantern swayed slowly in the breeze, and the ashes of yellow and white silver foils were scattered in the air. Apart from bursts of low crying, there were only misty cigarettes filling the room.

Jiang Xinyou couldn't help but shed tears. After a while, a little girl with red eyes and dressed in plain silk came over.

She looked about fifteen or sixteen years old and looked a lot like Fang Hao. Leng Yan introduced her: "This is Fang Qing, Fang Hao's sister."

Jiang Xinyou nodded and hurriedly said a few words of comfort. Fang Qing politely expressed her gratitude to them, and then said: "My parents know that you are very concerned about your brother's affairs. Let me take you to his bedroom to see if there is any way."

...They also want to see their brother one last time..."

Hearing this, Jiang Xinyou was sure that Leng Yan did know Senior Fang Hao, and even had a close friendship. This was evident from the fact that Fang Qing only took the three of them upstairs!

The corridor on the second floor was dark. Fang Qing turned on the wall lamp at the corner and said to them carefully: "When you go in later, be sure... don't be scared."

Jiang Xinyou had been frightened a lot in the past few days, but when Fang Qing opened the bedroom door, she couldn't help but become nervous and her heart beat faster.

Fang Hao's bedroom was in a mess, not because of the placement of tables, chairs, and beds, but because the walls, floors, and even the ceiling were covered with large and small, densely packed blood letters.

Leng Yan's dark eyes tightened, and he did not step forward. Instead, he stood at the door of the bedroom and observed carefully for a while, then walked to Fang Hao's wardrobe and reached out to touch the font written in blood on it.

Fang Qing's sad voice came from behind: "This was written on the night my brother committed suicide. It had not been written before..."

"Slit your wrists to commit suicide?"

"Well... when we found him the next morning, he was already..."

Turning her gaze to the sheets stained red with blood, Jiang Xinyou was sure that senior Fang Hao died on the bed, but why were the blood stains still there? Didn't Fang Hao's family clean them up?

At this time, Leng Yan raised his wrist and looked at the time: "There are still three hours left. Come in together and help find clues."

After that, Fang Qing closed the door and went downstairs, leaving only the three of them in the bedroom.

Xia Qianshuang asked calmly: "Did you let Fang Hao's parents keep these things?"

"Um."

"Why?"

"Because I may not be able to find all the clues by myself, I can only wait until you two are present." Leng Yan said and explained, "At the same time, I also promised Fang Hao's parents that I will help them summon spirits tonight."

Jiang Xinyou couldn't help but ask: "Of course it was suicide. Are there any other clues to find?"

Leng Yan said calmly: "For example, the source of his fear."

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This is the seventh day after Fang Hao's death, commonly known as the Night of Resurrection. Both Leng Yan and Xia Qianshuang have the ability to reveal their souls, allowing Fang Hao and his family to see each other for the last time.

But why did Fang Hao commit suicide? Is it really just because he missed Tong Xin?
Chapter completed!