Mu Yun's face turned pale in a second.

By the way, this is a funeral home!

- Could it be that I am carrying a box of broken human bodies!?

Seeing this, Curator Jin smiled and said to him, "Hehe, don't be afraid, there is a simulated human head inside." I'm the undertaker here, and I usually use these heads to practice painting makeup. ”

Hearing this, Mu Yun breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, they passed by a small courtyard full of flowers and plants.

"Well, this yard is good. Mu Yun sighed, in fact, he was just looking for something to say and resolve the embarrassment.

"Well, it's not a precious plant, it's some unknown wildflowers and weeds. When I was walking in the mountains, I would dig up beautiful flowers and plants when I saw them. Director Jin said, "It's just that I've been busy lately, so I don't have time to take care of them." ”

He slurred, "Curator, I'm sorry...... I was so rude just now. ”

"It's okay, don't take it personally. ”

"I've watched the movie "The Undertaker" and I admire this profession. ”

"Oh, I know there's a movie, but I haven't seen it, what does it say about our profession?"

"Eh, the beauty in the hand runs through life and death, bringing eternal beauty to the cold...... Something like this. You haven't seen it?"

"This movie turns out to be so great about our profession. ”

Director Jin smiled: "However, I thought it was a horror movie before, so I didn't watch it." Do you know, people outside always think that those who do our business should be not afraid of heaven and earth. But in fact, we never go to watch horror movies, because horror movies can bring bad psychological cues that affect our work. ”

Mu Yun listened and hesitated.

He cautiously asked, "Curator, do you believe that the world ...... Is there such a thing?"

"Huh?" the curator was slightly surprised, as if he didn't expect the other party to suddenly ask this question.

He only said one sentence: "Shhhh ”

Hearing this, Mu Yun nodded.

It seems that the curator did not want to talk about it.

Maybe it's because they do what they do, more or less avoid it?

However, after a few seconds, the curator said, "Did you hear what the staff were saying?"

Mu Yun thought about it and nodded.

"Alas, those of them, if they are unreliable, forget it, and they just talk nonsense everywhere. Director Jin shook his head, "They were caught by me before, and they actually watched horror movies during work hours." No, I'm suspicious all day long, what do you say about seeing a corpse, a doll opening its eyes, and a monster walking by or something...... Isn't that the consequence of typical bad psychological suggestion?"

The curator said, "How can there be demons and monsters in this world, it's just to scare yourself, you say, right?" Hahaha...... and then laughed.

"yes, yes, hahahahaha!"

Mu Yun also laughed, but said with embarrassment in his heart: I don't know if there are ghosts in this world, but there are really monsters!

However, after a long time, Director Jin said, "But how to say, for some things, it is better for us to maintain a sense of awe. Without faith, the soul loses its benchmark...... I'm talking about faith not only in religion, but also in law, science, and so on. ”

Mu Yun nodded: "Mmmm, I agree." ”

As they spoke, the two came to the hall.

Despite the mess in the courtyard, the interior of the museum unexpectedly feels clean and spacious.

It's just that the air conditioner here is turned on extremely low, and Mu Yun feels like he has walked into a freezer, and his body is a little shivering with cold.

After walking to the curator's office, Mu Yun helped him put down the cardboard box.

"Thank you, lad. ”

"You're welcome. ”

Then, Mu Yun saw that there was a photo frame on the curator's desk, which was a photo of Curator Jin and a young girl.

In the photo, two people on the lawn are smiling happily.

The girl smiled brighter than the sun, and Mu Yun couldn't help but ask, "Is this your granddaughter?"

The curator raised his head with a loving smile on his face: "No, that's my daughter, her name is Chu Chu." ”

"Your daughter is so good-looking. ”

Mu Yun praised that he didn't think it was a faux pas, and elders like to hear others praise their children.

"Yes, but it's a pity that the kid is gone. ”

"Ah...... Sorry, I shouldn't have asked. ”

"It's okay, it's been more than ten years. Director Jin shook his head lightly and said with a smile, "Over the years, I have seen many lives and deaths, and I have become accustomed to them. ”

Despite his breezy tone, Curator Kim's eyes kept looking out the window. It's like an out-of-body experience, and the back is lonely all of a sudden.

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On the other side, Mr. Song was also chatting with the little brother while walking.

He deliberately pretended to be careless, chatting with each other.

In fact, he was racking his brains all the way about how to extract more valuable information from this simple little brother.

Not a few seconds ago, he was tricked out, and the cart brother in front of him turned out to be the poster of that forum: [Maoshan Bone Dragon].

"Oh my God! It turns out that brother, you are [Undead Knight Ning Caichen]???"

The cart boy exclaimed, "It's too coincidental, I didn't see it at all, so you are so sassy!"

"Ahh

Teacher Song sighed: "People are in good spirits when they are happy, but they are sad and angry. ”

Then he smiled bitterly: "We met at the funeral home, how can you make me make a fuss?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that. The cart boy hurriedly apologized.

In his opinion, when the other party is sad, it is really inappropriate for him to say such things.

"It's okay, by the way, are you on duty tonight?" Teacher Song said, "I have to stay at night to keep a watch, and it just so happens that you can chat with me, so my mood will not be so depressed." ”

"What? you're going to keep a wake here tonight?" the young man's face changed.

"Why, aren't funeral parlors all allowed the relatives of the deceased to keep their spirits, don't you have regulations here?"

"It's not a matter of rules...... It's just that you've read that post, why don't you understand what I mean?"

The little brother looked around for a while, and then lowered his voice and said: "This place has been really evil recently, even our staff are not willing to stay here for the night, I advise you not to do it!"

"Look at what you said, this is a funeral parlor and not a vegetable market, the funeral parlor is not evil, where is it evil? What happened to scare you like this?"

"No, I didn't lie to you. What is written on the post is true. But I'm really doing it for your own good, and since you don't believe me, you will bear the consequences if something happens!"

As they spoke, they had come to the Soul Chamber.

The little brother stopped the cart and reached out to push the lid of the coffin open.

"Wait a minute!"

Teacher Song glared angrily and shouted, "What are you doing with the coffin?!"

The little brother said curtly: "This ...... We have a new rule in the museum that the body must have its feet tied before cremation. ”

"Tie your feet up?" Teacher Song was stunned, "What are you kidding, what the hell is this rule?"

"You're really right, it's a rule for ghosts!"

"Since last month, strange noises have been heard from time to time in the mortuary. Everyone says it's zombies, so we now tie the feet of the deceased beforehand, so that even if they are mutated, they can't come out and run around. ”

Teacher Song was stunned.

He had indeed heard that in the countryside of the old society, there would be a custom of tying the feet of the deceased with ropes before they could be buried, but he never expected to be encountered here today.

Moreover, werewolves alone were enough to choke.

Unexpectedly, now there are more zombies.

Why did you suddenly feel that behind a series of mysterious events in this funeral home, there was a huge secret?

Aren't a few of us going to roll over tonight?

Thinking of this, Teacher Song couldn't help but gasp.

The little brother asked weakly, "What have you been thinking about for so long?"

"It's nothing," Teacher Song said, "Anyway, don't you think the air conditioning here is too low, and you want to be cold?"

"Brother, do you want to ...... Do you repeat that again?"

The little brother gave him a blank look and said, "There is a room of dead people here!"

Teacher Song was dumbfounded.

Damn, you're right, you're really cold!

Pity Qu Ruolan, who is only wearing a shroud, will she be cold to death when lying here, right?

"Brother, are you okay, if you're okay, I'm going to start leggings?"

The little brother began to urge.

"Come on, come on, I'll tie it up with you. ”

Teacher Song said that he originally wanted to tie it loosely, but the little brother was very strict, and he had to tie it firmly to rest assured.

So he had no choice but to retreat: "Hey, don't tie the dead knot, before the cremation tomorrow, take off the rope, can't you still recycle it?" Get out of the way, I'll tie a slipknot!"

As soon as the little brother thought it made sense, he came.

Finally, the two of them worked together to push the heavy coffin into one of the compartments.

The little brother closed the door of the compartment, and then fastened the fastening buckle, and it was done.

There is no lock in the compartment where the body is stored, because there is no need to lock it in one fell swoop.

"It's finally done, let's go. The little brother said.

Teacher Song nodded.

Then, while the little brother turned around and didn't pay attention, he secretly loosened the tab of the compartment again.

In this way, Qu Ruolan will not be locked inside.

In the middle of the night, once there is any disturbance in the spirit room, he can come out as soon as possible and catch the opponent off guard.