【Ford Funeral Home】

It was nearly midnight, and Ford and his accountant were still in their office, frustrated with stacks of papers. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"I'm going to have Grande and Allen bleed to compensate me for a while!!" Ford snapped his head up from the pile of papers and howled viciously.

The accountant was not frightened by the roar in the funeral home, close to midnight, but glanced at his boss with an ugly face, and mocked, of course, not to his boss Ford, but, "The only thing that can put these two guys together is in one sentence." I've heard that Allen's restraining order against Grande is not a joke, it's true. Grande could not appear within a hundred meters of him. ”

"Hmph!" Mr. Ford, who wanted to say something but couldn't say anything, his face was distorted, and his tone was aggravated, "Hmph!!" He didn't lower his head and went back, his eyes flickered back and forth on the table full of documents and statements, and he glanced at the accountant who had been fighting with him until now, "How much is it still missing?"

"It's coming. The accountant stretched his sore body, rubbed his interfering eyes, and still had helplessness, "It's just that in the first quarter of this year, in the spring, in the summer, it hasn't moved." ”

Ford's gaze drifted away, and he also sighed helplessly, as if the whole person was a little numb.

It should be forcibly comforted, "uh...... The spring one was the most troublesome, because of the losses that occurred at the moment of privatization, and the compensation plan that was planned by the city government later, everything was chaotic...... "Remember, the funeral home that first exposed the problems caused by the privatization of the funeral industry and contributed to the later cemetery compensation was the Ford Funeral Home in the North District, the leader of the funeral industry," and then it was a contract with the police department, so many things happened together, and there was no time to sort out these finances. After this level, it's easy......"

This forcibly comforted, Ford did not eat, "Easy? Tsk! We will live in peace in the summer? It will still be a mess! Several attempts to develop a new funeral model have failed, and in the fall, it will be slightly better, and the bad debts of all kinds of attempts in the summer are still troublesome!"

If anyone is curious - in order to make the private funeral home profitable, before the cremation and traditional ritual package that has been passed to Grande was formed, Ford, the hapless leader, also did things like renovating incineration facilities, so that people can see the process of their relatives turning into ashes, this kind of miraculous business attempt...... So, bad debt.

As for why Ford Funeral Home is now sorting out its own accounts, right now.

"Hey. The accountant already had a thoughtless expression, "Sir, you go back first, I'll do the spring accounts first, and then tomorrow when you go to the city government to ask about the deadline, if the city government's review is not urgent, we don't have to be so ......" He glanced at the messy papers, and the wall clock on the wall, it was nearly midnight just now, and now it was midnight. It's all in plain sight.

"Yes!" Ford twisted his neck back and forth, not knowing if it was for some kind of momentum, and his face was gloomy, "I'll ask! I'll go to Grande and Green's side!

It is almost known that this is a review conducted by the city government on the issue of an obviously unfair competition environment in the funeral industry, which was raised by Allen Funeral Home in the private funeral trial.

The target of this review, both sides are very clear, Alan is unhappy with Grande. As simple as that, Ford is innocent of collateral damage. So, Ford's words at this time, with full malice!

It's a pity, this malice is destined to disappoint him. Alan was not at all anxious, he was the one who brought up the problem, and he was happy to cooperate. We've seen it, not at all, and the attitude of the Barton city government to this matter is to delay, at least until the end of the campaign, and Grande doesn't care about this matter at all.

There is even more cruel, Grande and Allen, it is impossible to be like Ford, and the reason is super direct. Allen has no business at all this year and has been losing money, and Grande, on the other hand, has a smooth business, and he can't rot even if he wants to.

Ford probably knew the current situation of these two peers himself, and after doing enough momentum, he turned all his emotions on a mess of papers, and he didn't benefit from it. A face twitched a few times, stood up from behind the desk, and took a deep breath, "Okay, then I'll go first, you've worked hard." Let's have a day off tomorrow. "That's all I can say.

"Yes. The accountant nodded, relying on tomorrow's holiday, forcibly cheered up, and continued to bury the documents in front of him.

Ford sorted out the papers on his desk - just to make room for the accountant to put the accounts in order, so he lost his patience, touched a flashlight, and walked out of the office.

After the privatization of funerals, [Ford Funeral Home] finally belongs to Ford, a little psychological compensation. Ford now has a habit of touring his property before leaving. This small psychological compensation, Ford really needs.

The diffuse conical circle of flashlight swayed aimlessly in the funeral home at midnight, fences, gray walls, bungalows, and an inexplicable strange smell. This may not be a good idea in any situation.

However, the coolness of midnight is matched with the Ford that belongs to Ford, and Ford's mood is really relaxing. Probably only the owners of funeral homes like Ford, who sincerely support privatization, will have this kind of change in mood, which is also magical......

The pillar of light that had just flickered somewhere was quickly shaken back, and Ford had just relaxed and felt a little more relaxed, well, I don't know, "Who's there?" Ford stared at the gray cement wall in the aperture, nothing. It's just safe, the pillar of light sways from side to side, and there is still nothing.

Ford frowned, shook his head, and muttered to himself, "Delusion." He wasn't quite sure why he was looking over there. By the way, it's the incineration room.

The light pillar of the flashlight continued to sway aimlessly.

With a quick, non-random turn, the aperture fell to where it had gone back before, "Who's there!" Ford said louder this time.

The blue-gray wall remains.

Ford frowned, "Come out! Be conscious! There is a police officer on duty next to you! Don't be smart!"

It's not a threat, there are really police officers on duty in the morgue next to it, and it is mentioned that Ford has cooperation with the police department, just like the cooperation between the mill and the Southern District Police Department (so that the police can retrieve the body).

Ford was tapped on the shoulder.

Ford's whole body was agitated, and he turned his head violently, a human-shaped mop.

The mop smiled at Ford, "It doesn't understand what you're saying, it doesn't know the language of the Federation." ”

"W......" Ford lost consciousness.

【Allen Funeral Home】

Midnight.

The moonlight is not bright, because there are people competing with it. It was a golden patch that stretched like a bridge across the dark farmhouses of the night, and fell to a window on the second floor of Allen's funeral home.

Knock knock.

There was no noise in the room, only the sound of steady breathing.

Knock knock.

The sound of steady breathing was slightly interrupted, leaving room for the unconscious bar chirp, and the high school student sleeping on the single bed was very in line with his gender and age, and the large figure lay down, scratching his lower body, not moving, and his breathing continued to be steady.

Knock...... There was a pause, and gold came through the window, and then the wall, cracked, was opened by gold.

Sissi walked into the room with a gloomy face and stepped into the golden light. With a wave of his hand, the cracked wall behind him closed, "Chris!" (Allen's son, Sissi's boyfriend, senior year)

Chris on the bed moved, snorted, and his sleeping hand reached down again, this time, a little inappropriate, against the skin, over the inner ......

"Chris!" Sissi slapped her boyfriend in the face, "Are all boys pigs!"

The boy on the bed finally woke up, opened his eyes, and looked at Sissi directly above him, "Uh-" The brain was responding, "Bao, baby...... "Don't care about the name of a high school student in love.

"Don't call me baby!" Sissi frowned, looking angry, "I've been knocking outside for a long time!"

Half a day, just two and a half days, it doesn't matter.

"Uh-" The brain was still reacting, sitting up first and saying, "You, why are you here...... The first thing that reacted was to pull the quilt over the lower body, it's good to be young.

Sissi stared at Chris, scrutinizing, "What are you dreaming about!"

"Uh......" The embarrassed look on his face indicated that the young man's brain was fully operational, "No, nothing...... You, why are you here?"

"I didn't see you today. Sissi pursed her lips, and looked away, casually walking around the room belonging to an eighteen-year-old boy, "Come and see you." ”

Chris began to grab the loose laundry around his bedside and put it on top of it, giggling at the same time.

"Pigs. Sissi glanced at Chris, familiar with the things that started to fiddle with Chris, just some normal boys' things, magazines, game consoles, sports gear, etc. It seems that Chris has nothing to hide, just fiddling with Sissi.

"Tomorrow I can go out, tomorrow I will accompany you. "Chris wears it fast, thanks to the simplicity of the boy's clothes at this age, a denim and a random T that doesn't stink is enough.

"I don't have time tomorrow. Sissi was also really ruthless, and directly knocked out her boyfriend's enthusiasm, "Tomorrow service, I'm going to Mary's Church." ”

Chris was a little stunned and blinked, "Oh. ”

The truth is that when you have a saint girlfriend and you know that there really are demons, angels, and such things in this world, many times, an 'oh' is the only thing you can respond to.

Sissi raised her eyebrows, dangling a spinning rugby ball in the air, tilting her head sideways, with a strange expression and a strange tone, "You don't care, what am I going to do?"

"I'm ......" Chris lowered his head and pursed his lips, if he forced this boy's head to look at it, it was a self-reproachful face that felt incompetent. The last thing he could say was this, "You, you won't be in danger." ”

Sissi's gaze drifted away slightly, not knowing what she was thinking, and finally turned into a smile, "No, it's just a week to bring a pair." There is an inexplicable pause, "The 'twins' of angels and fallen angels are only secondary. Then, let's see what happens. ”

Still incompetent, and blame Sissi for not being sure, Chris approached Sissi, "There won't be danger, right?"

What followed was a very sad, bloody turn.

Sissi took a step back and went into the man's arms, very skillfully ringing left and right. Before he spoke, he was shrouded in the silver moonlight that could finally shine in outside the window, and everything was quiet.

Chris was going up, about to pick up Sissi's head in line with the situation, about to drive a boy at this time......

Come on personally, interrupt this uncomfortable teen romance drama......

"Have you washed your hands? Sissi glared at the hand that was about to touch her cheek.

"Uh, no ......"

"Don't touch me with that hand!" Sissi still glared at the hand.

Chris was stunned for a second, just a second, not to doubt the mobility of an eighteen-year-old young man, "Wait for me!" turned and ran, and went to wash his hands.

"Pigs, boys are pigs!" Sissi pouted as she watched Chris's back as he ran out, and continued to play with the rugby ball that had just been put down.

* It's really unfair, and I don't know who took the initiative to run into a boy's room at midnight. *

The world was forbidden for a moment.

Gold fills the room. Sissi was in the middle, "Who!Who's talking!!"

"Uh, I accidentally said it?"

In the corner of the second floor of this funeral home, overflowing gold began to peek through the walls.

Silently, a corner of the funeral home building decomposed.

Planks, tables and chairs, socks, books, magazines, protective gear...... In the golden light package, it flew into the night in violation of the laws of physics, and the golden color like a streamer once again obscured the moonlight.

In the center of the vacated space is the hanging Sissi, or the sentence, "Who! who is talking!!"

"Can you be quiet? ”

Hanging in the air, Sissi, with a gloomy look in her gaze, scanned around her body, trying to catch the voice that spoke.

"Are you going to wake everyone up here? ”

Allen's employees live in a funeral home, don't forget it.

"Who!!" Sissi looked unconcerned.

"Ugh. "The crimson incantation attached every inch of gold, scattered everything, gathered where they belonged, wrapped around Sissi.

It's not an attack, it's just a restoration. Sissi's pale face already felt it, if it was an attack, Sissi couldn't stop the power of witchcraft. Overwhelming power.

To a saint, the spokesperson of the top of the faith, the overwhelming witchcraft, every touch of gold entangled in dark red darkens down, returns to the dark night, and returns the funeral home to its original appearance.

Sissi stood in Chris's room with a pale face, looking through the window at the guy with a mop-like hairstyle under the window.

"You shouldn't have paid attention to me, saint. The mop head spoke, in the midnight moonlight, pointing in a certain direction at Allen's funeral home, "Over there." ”

Sissi instinctively turned in that direction.

Don't be silly, she's still in her boyfriend's room, so he's seeing a 'do it all over again' and excited Chris, with his arms outstretched, "I'm back! I'm ......"

"Shut up, pigs, what's over there!"

"Uh, my father's bedroom......"

"Outside!"

"Uh, incinerate ......" (to be continued.) )