many words of condolence. That same afternoon, the investigation agency also invited a number of related people, including three young men named Tai Phan and Pham, both from the village. Among them, Phan and Pham are cousins. According to the assignment, all three people received the dye pot duty last night. They were more or less implicated in this case, but when they were present at the investigation agency, all three had full alibis.
The alibi that all three gave was that they violated the factory's regulations by leaving their shift to go to Mr. Lam's dog meat place and get drunk from eleven o'clock at night until noon before waking up. The testimony of all three was also confirmed by Mr. Lam, the owner of the dog meat shop. Meanwhile, the investigation agency determined that the time of Thi Loan's death at 2:00 a.m. was when all three main suspects were having a drink at Mr. Lam's house.
Lao Lam also provided additional information that at about eleven thirty, Thi Loan passed by his place and saw the three of them drinking. After that, there was some exchange of words between them about three young men leaving the dyeing factory to go out to a group of people to drink. Finally, Phan challenged her to report his mistake to his superiors. Perhaps because she was upset about the three's responsibilities, Thi Loan went to the dye factory to check for herself. Due to carelessness, he accidentally fell into the dye pot, leading to his death.
Of course, in this case, the investigation agency also made the final decision that Thi Loan's death was due to an occupational accident. Of course, all three suspects were also released, but Tai, Phan, and Pham are still responsible to the factory for skipping their shift leading to Thi Loan's tragic accident. After a pile of records along with nearly half a month's salary and fines according to company regulations, the three were now at Mr. Thanh's house to help with Thi Loan's funeral.
After the theater was completed, more than thirty minutes later, a hearse with dragon and phoenix reliefs on it slowly rolled down the village road to Mr. Thanh's alley in front of hundreds of curious eyes from the surrounding people. . On the car, five or six people from the conspiracy team quickly opened the door, took the coffin containing Thi Loan's body down and moved it inside the house. It was said that Loan was a girl who died at a very young age, just past her twenties. He hasn't even had his first love yet. According to the village's custom for many years, a person who dies like this is unfilial. Whether they like it or not, Mr. and Mrs. Thanh still have to bury their daughter's body in the yard and are not allowed to enter the house, and the Bat Am ward also lacks the sound of music sending the soul of that unfortunate girl back to her homeland.
After being placed on a pedestal in the middle of the yard, the coffin was placed neatly by several people, and the wooden lid was opened according to the wishes of the family so that Loan's face could be seen one last time amid their cries. brothers and sisters. Seeing the scene of Mrs. Gian, half alive, half dead, crying until her voice was lost, trying to rush her small body towards the coffin containing Thi Loan's intact body, everyone could not help but feel emotional. They talked amongst themselves about the tragic and bitter death of Mr. and Mrs. Thanh and Gian, who lost their only child in a more painful way without even noticing. In a corner of the garden, three young men indirectly caused Thi Loan's death by leaving her alone to look after the dye pot and then falling into it, looking secretly at the people surrounding the coffin.
_ Loan is so delicious, but you died in vain.
For some unknown reason, Tai suddenly forced his mouth to praise the girl. Phan saw that and quickly covered his mouth and shouted softly enough for all three to hear:
_ delicious, delicious, your father's grave, wasn't last night enough?
Having said this, this guy suddenly felt like he was a bit rude and spat at himself, then he corrected himself.
_ My ancestors heard my grandmother say that if you go to a funeral and praise the dead, you should be careful of being haunted by ghosts.
_ What nonsense do you cling to?
Tai protested, but before he could say anything more, he bumped into Pham's bullet-shaped eyes looking at him.
_ Will you two guys just shut up, this isn't over yet, you guys are going to eat shit again.
Hearing Pham say that, both guys quickly changed the topic. They divided into one to take care of tea for guests and the other to do some chores to help with the funeral, seemingly very enthusiastic. In the middle of the yard, the coffin was being hammered by several people in the conspiracy team, who were hammering nails to secure the board to end the young girl's life. However, everything has not ended as Pham said, but the spiritual horror has only just begun. The opening scene is the event that happened on the first night and the only night Thi Loan's body was lying at home before going to the cemetery at the beginning of the village and burying herself in three inches of soil.
…..That night her ghost returned….
The story begins at about nine o'clock in the evening, when the number of people coming to visit the funeral began to dwindle, leaving only Mr. and Mrs. Thanh Gian along with a few young men playing a deck of 54 cards next to a pot of strong tea to support them. staying up all night to help Mr. Thanh guard the coffin. In general, everything was going as normal as any filial piety in the village, until Mrs. Gian rushed straight out of the house into the yard with a ruined appearance that could be said to be twenty years older.
She ran to the banana bush planted in the corner of the garden while screaming her daughter's name.
_ Loan... Loan... Oh my gosh, Loan, come back here to your mother.
After a few seconds of surprise, several people present rushed out to pull her back. Mr. Thanh looked at his wife struggling like crazy to rush to the banana tree and said bitterly:
_ Will you shut up? Loan's child is dead. Please leave him alone.
_ No sir, my daughter just came back... oh my god she said she died unjustly sir. Oh my god, my child died unjustly.
Mrs. Gian said as if she wanted to scream to drown out the sound of the wind blowing from somewhere and howling. It sounded plaintive mixed with the rustling sound of banana leaves.
_ my child.. My child.. Oh my god.. There he is... there.
She kept screaming, trying her best to escape from the hands of the muscular young men who were trying to hold her down. The scene soon became more chaotic when the "howling" sound of a stray cat appeared. there. On the side of the yard where the theater was located this afternoon, someone cried out.
_ damn it, black cat, black cat, catch it, catch it.
Hearing that, Mr. Thanh quickly let go of his wife and hurriedly ran in. He saw a huge black cat squatting on an acorn tree next to the theater with green eyes looking towards the coffin.
_ ngoooo
The animal let out an angry scream. Normally, if there was a cat this big, the village youths would probably have eaten it with pennywort. But in this case, we all stayed together because everyone knew that when stray cats don't come to a funeral like this, they are only ghosts called Linh Mieu. But it's not normal anymore.
Seeing the cat preparing to jump to the ground, Mr. Hung, the village chief, quickly shouted:
_ Chase it away, otherwise if it jumps over the gate, you all will die.
Even though the young men heard that, they were still scared and their legs were curled up, but they still had to shout at each other, use bricks, kick sticks, and sticks to try to chase the cat away. There was a guy who was punching and opened his mouth, threatening to roll up pennywort and dip it into pieces. But that animal didn't care because it was more than capable of avoiding the sharp blows that would guarantee death if hit. It dodged to the left and then jumped to the right on the branches of the acorn tree, then refused to run away.
Mrs. Gian quickly ran in from outside and grabbed the hand of a young man who spoke in sobs and interrupted breathing.
_ Don't hit, don't hit... Loan.
Mr. Thanh heard his wife say that and felt like she was half crazy and half crazy. He could only sigh bitterly and pull his wife's hand aside.
_ Okay, Mrs. Loan, she's dead, her body is still lying over there. She let people do their work..
Mrs. Gian's husband had not finished his sentence when suddenly, from a high tree branch, the cat rushed to the ground and stood tall like a statue, looking red with red eyes towards the coffin. At the same time, a dry "pop" sounded along with the curse "die you" from the young man who was tightening his grip on the wooden stick. The powerful blow made the black cat only have time to twitch a few times and then stop bleeding from the mouth and nose as if it had followed the cats and prepared to return to the pennywort pot.
_ Oh my god, I'll die
Mr. Hung said, raising his hand to his forehead to wipe away the sweat that had been dripping down his face. Just now he thought there would be a scene of ghosts summoning evil spirits like in the horror stories heard on old cassette players bought on the border. . Fortunately, Mr. Tu, son of Mr. Tuan's family, was quick to act, otherwise, not only the village chief but the whole group would not have known what to do at this time.
Looking at the huge cat lying limply on the ground, Mr. Hung suddenly craved some cat dip. Gently swallowing a mouthful of saliva, he turned around and said:
_ Hey hey, you guys put this cat in a bag and take it somewhere else to pay for Loan's funeral.
Then he patted the shoulder of the young man standing next to him and whispered:
_ Hey, put the cat out there and I'll bring it home, tomorrow we'll make a few liters.
This guy happily said yes yes yes yes then went to find a sack to put the cat in. With him now, lynx or lynx always pack pennywort. But contrary to expectations about the cat meat feast, that animal somehow miraculously revived.
It let out a "meow" sound that was so scary it made everyone's body tremble. Then with a quick whir, that black animal rushed onto the lid of the ruffled wooden board and looked towards the group of people still standing dumbfounded in front of the coffin.
_ Stop it, fuck me like this, the devil... the devil clicks the page... ah ah, it's time for me.
Mr. Hung stammered, his knees shaking so hard that even though he wanted to stand, he couldn't stand. Of course, just as the Village Chief said, just a few seconds later the cat rushed into the darkness at the same time inside the coffin, the sound of someone knocking "knock...clack...knock".
At first, the sound interrupted slowly, then for a while it became continuous and sounded like it was "banging" as if it wanted to break the wooden lid to get out of the coffin. Fortunately this afternoon, the gang nailed it firmly, otherwise it would be impossible to know what would have happened to the people present at this time.
_ The devil has entered the realm.
The sound of young people and villagers screaming and running away in panic. They were afraid that if Loan's body escaped, they might be bitten by it, so they ran back home and closed the door to make sure it was safe. Mr. Thanh and Mr. Hung, the village chief, were so confused and scared that they almost wet their pants and couldn't run. It took ten seconds before he could shout loudly:
_ Quickly invite old monk Ton from Ha village to come over here.
A few people still nearby heard the village chief say so and quickly climbed on the dream car and launched like a rocket towards Ha village. Mr. Thanh looked at the shaking coffin of his only daughter and asked the young men.
_ keep it…
A few guys heard that and gathered all their courage and rushed to hold the coffin tightly to prevent it from falling to the ground. The wooden lid now looks like it's about to be broken open by the devil inside to get out. People used more rope to tie the coffin up as if wrapping it in a bundle, but that was only a temporary solution and we just hoped that the shaman, Mr. Ton, would arrive in time. Mr. Hung, the village chief, stood before the monstrous scene and felt that it was even more terrifying than the stories he had often heard, and his face turned pale. Mouth stammering prayers:
_ nam namo… oh oh Loan…. If you're dead, then close your eyes and let your mother go... oh my god, if you're dead, then rest in peace, don't come back here to make your father and mother suffer... oh my god, your master.
Mr. Thanh heard the village elder pray and was both sad and angry. Afterwards, he did not pay any attention and rushed forward to hold the coffin tightly. On the other side, Mrs. Gian was crying and screaming until her voice was hoarse.
Not long after, the shaman Ton in Ha village was rushed towards by two young men carrying a dream. The shaman from the neighboring village had just seen the coffin tied with a stiff rope