Mr. Zhang spoke highly of my enthusiasm.

After hanging up the phone, I was ready to do a big job, but after thinking about it, I was a little discouraged.

Because I don't know where to start.

After thinking about it, I decided not to go to the company first, clean up and drive directly to the funeral home, I will spend it with the funeral home today, maybe I can find some clues.

I took a shower, washed off the stinky sweat, and then went downstairs to the snack street to buy two steamed buns for lunch.

This side of the snack street has become business as usual, the last "fairy hut" incident caused the whole street to be miserable enough, and later it is estimated that the people of the recycling team used some means, saying that there is a problem with the tap water here, which caused a large number of residents to have a serious food poisoning reaction, and then disguised as a community staff to visit door to door, ostensibly a visit, but in fact door-to-door administered Class-C amnestics to those who had eaten in the hut.

In short, the incident was recovered and handled beautifully, and there were no sequelae left.

After breakfast, I will change a set of clothes upstairs, and yesterday the one was photographed by the surveillance, and when I went to the funeral home wearing that suit, I might be arrested directly.

After changing into a down jacket with a hat, I found another mask to put on, thought about it, and turned out a pair of glasses with no prescription that I had bought before.

There was a period of time when this kind of glasses without prescription were particularly popular, and they played a decorative role, so that they could look polite and polite, as if they had read a book.

However, this trend lasted for a short time, and I wore this pair of glasses once when I bought them, and I never brought them again, but I didn't expect to be able to use them again today, which can be regarded as waste utilization.

I drove downstairs for nearly an hour to the funeral home, and like yesterday, I parked the car on the side of the road from a long distance, and then slowly walked towards the funeral home.

When I was near the door of the funeral home, I consciously glanced at the reception room, and found that the person who was looking at the door was still the last time, and I lied to the old man who said that I was looking for a job.

I quickly put on my down jacket hat, mask and glasses, but luckily it was winter, and it was a crematorium, so people dressed like me were everywhere, so it didn't look too eye-catching.

Because it was daytime, and the big iron door of the funeral parlor was open, when I passed through the big iron gate, I couldn't help but get nervous, and I kept thinking in my heart, if I was recognized by this old man, what kind of nonsense should I make up to fool the past.

But fortunately, the old man has been sitting there with his eyes closed and basking in the sun, and he doesn't seem to take these people in and out seriously at all, so it's okay to save me trouble.

I haven't been to this funeral home during the day, and when I look at it, I find that the courtyard of this funeral home is quite large, or it can no longer be called a courtyard, it should be called a small square.

I walked slowly forward, cautiously looking around, trying to find some unusual clues, and as I was about to reach the middle of the square, I suddenly heard a commotion on my left.

The building with the morgue is on my right, and I'm basically familiar with the terrain there, and I've been here for two days in a row, so I can say that I've been a regular there.

On my left-hand side, at a glance, I could tell where the incinerator was located, because there were two tall chimneys behind the tall building, whirring white smoke.

The place where the commotion occurred was in the square in front of this building, and it looked like two groups of people were arguing for some reason.

These two groups of people were dressed in black, and it seemed that someone in the family had died, but it was a little strange that there was a smile on the faces of one group of people, and some even bared their teeth directly.

And the other group of people are like their dead fathers, their faces are full of bitterness and hatred, and the noise is mainly made by this wave of people, especially the eldest sister who is the first, the guy who cried is called a miserable person, but it did not delay her scolding the street at all.

The leader on the opposite side is also an eldest sister, and it seems that she can't say a word when she is scolded, but she always has a smile on her face, as if there is some happy event.

The atmosphere of these two groups of people as a whole feels like a sad and a joyful, and it looks quite weird, and at this time there is already a large circle around to watch the lively people, and I also got up.

After listening to it for a long time, I couldn't hear what the crying eldest sister was scolding, and it took me a long time to understand, it turned out that the eldest sister was speaking the dialect of Wanghai City, and I couldn't understand it at all.

I had no choice but to pat a tall big brother next to me and asked in a low voice, "I said big brother, these two groups of people, what's the situation?"

My eldest brother looked back at me and whispered to me, "Do you see that one who is crying and scolding at the same time? She is the daughter-in-law of the director of this funeral home, and the one standing opposite her and being scolded by her is her neighbor." These two children were playing together yesterday, and the two adults were not at home, and the children were playing at home by themselves. The two children were naughty and knew how to fix it, so they turned on the gas. In the winter, the heating in the house was on, and the wind was impermeable, and the two children were all poisoned by gas at once. When the adults came back and found out, they were quickly sent to the hospital for a check, and the two children were all dead. ”

"Huh?" I thought to myself, "these two are too miserable, aren't they?" ”

The eldest brother smacked, "The story isn't over yet." This is dead, people can't be resurrected after death, it just so happens that this woman is the daughter-in-law of the director of this funeral home, and her son died and did not forget to introduce business to her husband's family, and these two children were sent to this funeral home together. Originally, according to the rules, the corpse of the newcomer should be kept in the morgue for three days, which is called a stoppage! But no matter how long you put it on, it will definitely have to be put for a while. As a result, the director of the funeral home, that is, the woman's father-in-law, said that he would not let the child be put in the morgue. The father-in-law said, anyway, the child is already dead, right, why don't you burn it as soon as possible, and worry about it as soon as possible, and hurry up and get this white thing done. As a result, the child came the same day and burned it on the same day. ”

Hearing this, I frowned: "What about the other child?"

The eldest brother was happy, and quickly controlled his expression, and said seriously, "This is the most evil place, that kid stopped in the morgue all night, and when he came to see it this morning, he woke up!"

"Ah????" I vaguely felt that something was wrong, and hurriedly asked, "Why are you awake?"

The eldest brother shrugged his shoulders, "Then who knows how to go? It may just be shock, or a misdiagnosis by the hospital or something, anyway, it's just waking up!"

"Then how did they quarrel? Isn't that a good thing?" asked an aunt next to her who had been listening for a long time.

The eldest brother glanced at her and said in a low voice, "You are a good thing to this family, what do you say that family thinks?"

A group of people around them all made a sudden realization, "Oh... ”

A voice in the crowd said, "This is really, the king of Hades told you to die in the third watch, and your grandfather sent you on the road in the first watch!"

I was amused when I heard this, but in fact, I knew in my heart that this matter was definitely not as simple as this big brother said.

First of all, I estimated that the corpse that was resurrected last night had the personality of the child who woke up this morning.

Secondly, why didn't the grandfather of the burned child, the director of this funeral home, want to put the child in the morgue?

First of all, if we assume that the funeral director knew the secrets of the morgue, then it is conceivable that he certainly did not want his grandson's personality to be resurrected by his father's body.

But if he had come to inspect the morgue every day, he would probably have discovered that his father's body was gone.

Then the personality of his grandson will be resurrected attached to the highly decomposed corpse of the previous night.

So is there anything special about that body last night?

I subconsciously looked at my right foot, that corpse was poisonous!

Is it poisonous for a long time for a corpse to decompose? I'm skeptical, so could that be a deliberate task?

Could it be that the director of this funeral parlor had sensed my actions and prepared a corpse for me?

And then after I was poisoned, I was afraid that I wouldn't die, so I called the police again and slandered me for stealing the body?

I didn't know that the thief was caught and sentenced to a few years, but I guessed that it was a very serious crime.

Well, it seems that not only Wang Fugui's old calf is deep-hearted, but even the son he gave birth to is so insidious and cunning, it's really damned.

Fortunately, he has now turned into ice and is drifting in space, otherwise I don't know what moth he could have made.

The two groups of people who were arguing in front of me were still arguing, and I listened to it for a while, and I felt that I would not get any more useful information.

I looked up at the smoke billowing from the large chimney behind the crematorium, and a question suddenly occurred to my mind—

Is last night's body still in the morgue?

You must know that the corpse is highly decomposed, and it may not be a problem to leave it there before, but I kicked it last night, and the intestines and stomach should have flowed out, and it should not be a good choice to put it in the morgue at this time, right?

I turned around and walked towards the morgue and followed the flow of people into the morgue building.

The morgue during the day is a bit more popular than at night, after all, there are many family members of the deceased here, I pretended to be a family member of the deceased, followed a group of people into the morgue, and then pretended to be unable to suppress the back pain to the window to pretend to look at the scenery, but my feet kept moving in the direction of my memory.

When I came to the bed that was empty last night, there was a corpse lying on this iron shelf bed, covered with a white cloth, which looked no different from the corpses on the other beds.

I looked around and saw that everyone was in grief and no one was noticing me. So I had the courage to gently lift the corner of the white cloth and look under it, only to be surprised to find that it was not the poisonous corpse I had seen last night with a rotten face.

What's going on? Could it be that the curator has already taken the body away?

I looked out the window and watched the smoke billowing from the big chimney on the other side of the incinerator, and a thought came to my mind, could it be that it had burned?

It shouldn't be difficult to secretly burn a corpse with the curator's methods, but this corpse will definitely not be claimed by family members.

Besides, that corpse had one of my designer sneakers in its chest.

That's right! Sneakers!!