I walked to the mirror at the door of the bathroom, and before I could get there, the door opened, and out of it came a man with a pale face—the same one I had seen through the crack in the private room door.

It should be a ghost, looking at his wet hair and bulging belly, he looks like a drowning dead, similar to Zhao Xi's death, but not swollen to her level.

I nodded to him slightly, but the white-faced man looked shocked, stared wide, stretched out his hands, and wanted to pinch my neck!

"Presumptuous!" Xie Xin'an snorted, "This person is the new White Dragon Envoy!" Hugh has to make a time! ”

The white-faced man's paws paused in the air, he didn't look at Xie Xin'an (his vision was blocked by me), but his ears moved (it seems that the ghost's hearing system is more developed), slowly lowered his hands, and puffed down to kneel on the ground, and said in a hoarse voice: "The white dragon envoy is on top, please accept the villain's worship." ”

I quietly took a step back, keeping a safe distance, Xie Xin'an stepped forward in three steps and two steps, and I don't know where to pull out her stick full of white cloth strips, snap, snap, hit the white-faced man twice, both on the shoulder, similar to Li Xiaotao's beating, the shoulder of the white-faced man's shirt was burned, and the skin inside burned "stinging, stinging", but the wound healed quickly - at a speed visible to the naked eye.

I don't quite understand the scientific principle, is it that the ghost's wounds heal quickly, or is it only the ghost that was injured by Xie Xin'an's stick will heal quickly? Similar to some kind of punishment, there is pain, but it does not cause substantial harm.

I don't understand, anyway, this white-faced ghost was beaten and grinned for a long time, and he didn't dare to resist, and when he recovered from his wounds, he kowtowed to Xie Xin'an again, then got up, respectfully retreated, and retreated into the No. 2 private room next door.

"Who is he?" I asked.

"A thing that doesn't have long eyes, you don't have to worry about him." Xie Xin'an said casually, the stick in her hand was gone, and she didn't know where she was hiding.

After some tossing and turning by the white-faced ghost, I forgot about looking in the mirror, followed Xie Xin'an downstairs, I drove my car, she drove her car, and went back to the funeral home one after the other.

Went up to the third floor, 305, Xie Xin'an's luggage had been packed, three large suitcases, I don't know what was inside, I took the two suitcases down, thought about it, and put them in the back seat of her Audi, if I use my Cadillac, it will occupy the space of the coffin in the trunk, in case I need to get out of the car in an emergency, there will be no place to put the body.

Xie Xin'an came down with the last suitcase, and the Audi trunk had no place, so it had to be placed in the back seat.

"You can be here, just let me go with Xiaoling." Xie Xin'an reached out to me and asked for the key to my house.

“…… Oh good. "I still don't know who Xiaoling is, so I gave her the key to the house.

When Xie Xin'an drove away, I deliberately looked at the co-pilot, but there was no one!

After she left, I came to the bathroom to look in the mirror, in the mirror I was right, looked carefully, checked the facial features, in addition to being very handsome, there is nothing special, maybe when I get home from work at night, I can see that Xiaoling, right?

Back to the team duty room, it seems that today is very busy, several of them are out of the car, I found a piece of paper, and wrote out the plan for replacing Li Xiaotao's body imagined in my mind into several steps, and wrote it according to the map, so as not to make mistakes in the action.

After I finished writing, Uncle Qin called me and said that the family of one of the newly transported corpses had come over in the afternoon, and he wanted to thank me "as usual".

I went to the morgue in the backyard, the deceased was an eighteen or nineteen-year-old young man, wearing glasses and wearing a school uniform, before entering the door, Uncle Qin quietly told me that this was a senior high school student who committed suicide by jumping off the building because of too much study pressure (Uncle Qin knew that it was transported back by "Lord Bai", I don't understand the situation, so I told me again).

The family was very sad and thanked me for transporting the body, and the deceased also had a sister who had just entered the first year of high school, who also came over, crying like a ghost.

I quoted the cliché, comforted the family for a while, jumping off the building, it is inevitable that the limbs will be broken, I called Brother Feng, the mortuary on duty today, to invite over, the two of them sorted out the body together, restored to the appearance of a normal person, afterwards, the family gave each of me a red envelope, and after the family left, I opened and counted, there are zero and whole, a total of 3033, Brother Feng's is the same.

But all funeral matters, pay attention to the use of singular numbers, this family understands very well, whether it is a unit number, or the sum of the digits (three three get nine), are singular, and three, nine are very "auspicious".

I think this amount is already a lot of money, but Brother Feng is obviously used to this kind of treatment, so he disapprelentlessly took the red envelope, put it in his pocket, and went to wash his hands.

I didn't dare to swallow this money alone, I gave Uncle Qin a benefit fee of 1033 (someone helped me just now), and transferred 2000 yuan to Xie Xin'an, after all, she pulled the person back, Xie Xin'an loves money so much, he will definitely take it in seconds.

Clinker, she took it, and immediately reversed a sum of money for me, I clicked on it and looked, 10,000?!

"What do you mean, leader?" I asked with my voice.

"Your probationary salary, weekly salary."

“…… Did the underworld prescribe it for me? "I was surprised, what about the wages for helping her?

"Well, the probation period is less, only 10,000, and after the regularization, the weekly salary is 18,000, and there will be a bonus every quarter."

Fog grass! I didn't expect to make so much money as a dry yincha, I knew what kind of hearse I was driving, the weekly salary was 18,000, and it was more than 70,000 a month, plus the bonus she said, there could be 1 million a year!

However, in addition to the excitement, I couldn't help but be a little worried, because the money came so easily.

With such a generous treatment, I have a life to earn, but do I still have a life to spend......