The funeral home was as deserted as ever, and it was already 4 o'clock when Bai Tang arrived, and the doorman was already quite familiar with him, so he didn't ask too much, symbolically called Lao He, and let him in.

Bai Tang hurriedly ran towards the resettlement hall, and for some reason, he always felt unsteady in his heart, as if if he didn't run over in time, something would be out of control.

When he arrived at the resettlement hall, Bai Tang glanced at the wooden door, and always felt that the color of the wooden door was getting darker and darker, and there was a pungent smell of gasoline, and he didn't know if someone accidentally knocked the gasoline here.

That Lao He is an undertaker, he has sorted out the appearance of the dead for decades, he has seen all kinds of dead people, and he completes every work very seriously, and this time too.

The deceased was a woman, the body was swollen and swollen, apparently drowned, this was sent by the police station of City A, and the family has also confirmed, after making an appointment to tidy up the appearance, it will be cremated, in the past, Ayan would come to paint a picture of the deceased, but this time, Ayan did not come.

When Bai Tang arrived, this dedicated undertaker was carefully retouching the puffy face, his eyes were not good, he needed to get close, the smell of the corpse would definitely rush to his nose, but the old man didn't seem to mind at all, and he was still serious about his work.

Bai Tang had already searched the entire resettlement hall, but Ayan was not there, and only this old man was left in this place now.

Bai Tang stood behind him and called softly, "Uncle He." ”

Lao He's left hand seemed to be injured, and he was still wrapped in bandages at this time, and his right hand moved very slowly on the face of the dead corpse, and he didn't look back, and the movements on his hand didn't stop for half a minute, and said, "Is there something wrong with Mr. Bai?" That Mr. Liang had already been cremated, and Ms. Liang signed and agreed, but she couldn't see it. ”

Bai Tang said softly: "No, Uncle He, I didn't come to see the corpse this time, I have something very important to ask you!" ”

Lao He said calmly: "What's the matter?" I deal with dead people all day long, and I may not be able to help Mr. Bai much. ”

Faintly, Bai Tang felt that this old man seemed to be a little unwelcome to him. But he still pretended to be relaxed and said: "Uncle He, where did Ayan go?" ”

Lao He gave the man a hand to put on makeup, and then steadily selected the cosmetics, and said, "He has something to do, go out." ”

Bai Tang said: "Then when will he come back?" I'm looking for something with him, it's very important! ”

Lao He said: "What is Mr. Bai looking for him?" Ayan is only helping here, and it is useless, and it is estimated that he will not be able to help Mr. Bai. ”

The smile on Bai Tang's face gradually disappeared, his eyebrows and eyes became cold, and he said, "This useless child in your mouth, he may have several lives in his hands!" Uncle He, if you shield him now, you are harming him and forcing him to a dead end! ”

Lao He was silent for a moment and said, "Ayan is a good boy!" He won't hurt anyone! Mr. Bai, you must be mistaken! ”

Bai Tang was about to be laughed at, he took a deep breath, reluctantly suppressed the anxiety in his heart, and said, "Then Ayan himself has to come out and talk to me to prove that I was mistaken!" Uncle He, it's best if he doesn't harm anyone, I'm not here to arrest him, I just have some questions in my heart, I want to ask him, Ayan, he is very dangerous now, if there is anyone who can pull him back from the edge of the cliff, it can only be me! Uncle He, don't hurt him! ”

Bai Tang didn't have a weak heart at all when he said this, that Ayan, if he can really manipulate ghosts to kill people, then he is very dangerous, very dangerous to others! As for boasting of yourself as a savior, cough, it's expedient, it's not important!

Lao He began to carefully trace the eyebrows of the dead corpse with a pen, but he did not speak, but the hand holding the pen was a little shaky.

Suddenly there was a loud rumbling sound outside the window, and the sky outside was a few degrees darker, and thunder and lightning whistled in, and the room was dull and suffocating.

The white ceiling lamp shone faintly, reflecting the crazy roaring lightning outside the house, showing a powerless paleness.

Bai Tang was very anxious, but he couldn't pry open the mouth of the old man in front of him, and was about to make persistent efforts to understand how to reason with emotion, but he heard the old man open his mouth and said, "Ayan, he ...... He left, he said he had found his faith........ "The old man's voice was a little hoarse, and there was some pain that could not be hidden.

Speaking of this, the old man seemed to think of something, turned around suddenly, looked at Bai Tang with an excited expression, and said with trembling lips: "Ayan, Ayan, he said that God gave him the power, and he wants to save the world, he ...... I can't stop him, Mr. Bai, he must have been bewitched by the demons, he is a good boy, Mr. Bai, you are a heavenly master, you will definitely be able to save him, you can save him! ”

The old man staggered forward and grabbed Bai Tang's arm, like a drowning man grasping a life-saving straw floating in the sea, his expression was full of longing.

Bai Tang was a little painful when he was caught, but he didn't care about this, he cooperated to make an unfathomable master face, and solemnly promised: "Uncle He, don't worry, as long as you tell me where Ayan went, I will definitely try my best to help him!" ”

The old man's voice was choked, although he didn't shed tears, the pain of being hurt by his loved ones was real, and his speech was a little confused, but Bai Tang still understood.

That Ayan wanted to set fire to the entire resettlement hall last night.

According to Lao He, Ayan was an orphan he took in, and the two of them had nowhere else to go, they both lived in the mortuary provided by the funeral home for employees, and the house was also an old house in the nineties, with a simple two-bedroom and one-hall layout, a little dilapidated, very close to the resettlement hall, barely a home for the two of them.

In the middle of the night, Lao He, who had been sleeping very lightly, was awakened by a strange sound of opening the door, thinking that the room had entered the thief, he turned on the light, touched a stick from the corner of the house and pushed the door and walked out.

The thief didn't see it, but he saw that the door of Ayan's room was wide open, and the door of the room was also open.

But what was he doing out so late? Lao He inexplicably felt very panicked, so he took the flashlight used for his daily night patrol, put on his coat, and planned to look for Ayan.

The funeral home at night was gloomy, and even Lao He, who was used to contact the dead, couldn't help but worry in his heart, and the light in the flashlight was dim, and he couldn't see how far away, and the old man could only walk along the cold bluestone path to find it.

Ah Yan is a somewhat autistic person, he usually paints in addition to his work, he paints people when there are dead people, and paints himself when there are no dead people, paints Lao He, and paints anything in the funeral home. Over the years, there have been fewer and fewer times when it is necessary to park the corpse for a long time, and the morgues in the resettlement hall are often empty, and there is no extra space at home for him to make a studio, so Lao He chose a morgue in the resettlement hall as his studio, and Ah Yan didn't mind, although he didn't speak, but his eyes had revealed real joy.

For some reason, Lao He had a strong feeling that Ah Yan must have gone to that studio, he had been nesting in that studio recently, and had been painting in it all night several times, Lao He persuaded him a few times, but the child didn't listen at all.

Lao He went straight to the Anzhai Hall to find the past, the silence around him was like death, and the faint splashing sound became more and more clear into the eardrums, and Lao He couldn't help but speed up his pace.

"Ayan!"

Sure enough, I saw the slender young man at the door of the resettlement hall, and there were a few other people standing around, but Lao He didn't give them any thoughts, and only saw Ah Yan in his eyes. Seeing that Ayan was bent over, and he was still holding a huge black bucket in his hand and dumping it, Lao He couldn't help but scream, ran over in a few steps, held Ayan's hand, and said sharply: "Ayan, what are you doing?!" ”