"Did you sleep?"

"Nope."

"Didn't you call me to sleep with you?"

"Can't sleep."

"Oh."

"How long have you lived?"

"It's been two hundred years, but I've been lying in a coffin most of the time, in fact, if you count it, the time I've been living outside is less than twenty years."

"What do you think of your boss?"

"It's not good, the little family is very angry."

"I think so too."

"Did he scold you today?"

"I did it wrong."

"Oh."

"Actually, I've always been curious, what kind of person is the boss and the one you often talk about?"

"What kind of person?"

"Hmm."

"Let's put it this way, if he and your boss change positions in yesterday's incident, he won't have to wait for me to make a move, he will kill that puppet himself, and he won't be afraid of exposing anything, let alone come up and ask me how nosy."

"Oh, that's right." Bai Yingying pondered for a while and said, "People like this don't live long, right?" ”

Tang Shi was silent.

"Actually, the boss has a lot of shortcomings, sometimes he is not manly enough, he also looks forward to doing things, and he has been thinking about it after doing it, but in general, it is actually okay, everyone has a different life for everyone, and naturally has a different personality for everyone.

He likes to be cautious, like a squirrel, and likes to move things home, to enjoy the feeling of accumulation, and to protect this feeling, because he used to come out of the orphanage, and he had nothing. ”

"You can understand him?"

"I don't understand, but seriously, I don't want to turn myself into what you are now, I like to play with my mobile phone every day, play games, watch movies, enjoy my current life, and make up for the shortcomings of my previous two hundred years in the coffin, and the boss can still indulge and satisfy me in this regard."

"No pursuit of a life without waves, isn't it interesting?"

"Not everyone yearns for waves and passions, everyone should also have their own way of life, as long as they like it.

Speaking from the bottom of my heart, sometimes I can see that the boss himself is also enduring, and I am also worried that the boss can't help it and become the same person as you say you are. ”

"Scared?"

"I'm afraid."

"The person who has died once, what are you afraid of, what else is there to be afraid of, he is not to my taste, he looks very peaceful and polite, but his bones are still full of machismo egoistic thoughts, only thinking about himself, to put it bluntly, is selfish."

"The boss is alright."

"You don't agree?"

"I don't agree, I know that my wife must have said that she would dispose of me when she handed me over to the boss after she went to hell with the merits, but the boss never did.

Moreover, I also knew that because I was in the store, there would be a lot fewer ghosts coming to the store, and the boss didn't chase me away. ”

"That's because he uses you as a pillow, and he wants to sleep soundly at night."

"Isn't it good for someone who is willing to give up his performance for the sake of quality sleep?"

Wen Yan,

Tang Shi was stunned for a moment,

I don't know how,

The figure who likes to sit in front of the shop with a chair in the sun comes to mind.

The sun shines on him,

It's like an old grandfather.

………………

Regardless, the Faceless Woman's problem has been solved, at least temporarily, and now it is only necessary to wait, waiting for the final result from Rongcheng.

Of course, this matter can wait, but there is no way to wait for the matter of moving, Xu Qinglang has found a new address, which is near South Street in the center of Tongcheng, which is a commercial center in the hearts of the people of the old Tongcheng City, and the flow of people is very high.

Zhou Ze received an invitation yesterday to attend Miss Liu's mourning party, Zhou Ze didn't know why he invited himself too, he didn't plan to go, but Xu Qinglang strongly asked Zhou Ze to go after seeing the payment, because the shop he fancy was Miss Liu's property.

It seems a little wrong to discuss business with his family at someone's funeral, but in line with the policy of saving if he can, Zhou Ze still agreed.

After taking the car and following the address on the invitation, Zhou Ze found that this was not a funeral home, but a villa built in the countryside.

At this time, it is the season when the rape flowers are in full bloom, and this villa is hidden in the sea of flowers, giving people a very cold feeling.

There weren't many people coming, and there were four or five cars parked at the door.

When Zhou Ze got out of the car and walked in, he saw Cui Yilang standing in the courtyard and several other people from the Horror Story Lovers Association, who were standing together and chatting in a low voice.

No one greeted Zhou Ze, and no one came to receive gifts, and there were several groups of people scattered there, as if they were on an outing.

The exterior of this house looks no different from the three-story house built by itself in the countryside near Tongcheng, but when you walk inside, you will find that the interior is completely imitated in the style of Western Europe.

Up to the beam of the house, down to the coffee table and teacups, it makes people feel like they have walked into the background board of a British drama in a trance.

The sound of music sounded at this time, not the common "mourning music", but Chopin's "Parting Waltz", although it was about parting, but the tune was still much lighter than the domestic mourning music.

Several women in black veils came down from the upper floor, which was the host's house.

A priest-like man walked to the center with a Bible in his hand.

Everyone gathered together to share their grief.

Zhou Ze poured a cup of coffee at the self-service counter next to him and drank it in small sips.

Domestic funeral customs have been reformed several times in modern times, and it can even be said that they have been subverted several times, and burials have long been banned in most areas.

In the countryside, funerals are done in front of one's own yard, and in the city, some are in their own community or simply go to the funeral home to rent a space.

This kind of Western-style funeral, Zhou Ze is also the first time to meet it.

Zhou Ze remembered that he had heard someone say before that there are many family "funeral workshops" in some Western countries, and the first floor of their houses is also used for normal life, and at the same time, it is rented out as a mourning service site, and there are also services such as collecting corpses and performing corpses.

Looking at it now, it seems that it is also going in this style, but in China, most people still can't accept it.

When it comes to the part of paying respects to the remains, everyone lines up to go over one by one, if you have a better feeling, you can hold the coffin lid and talk, and if you have a worse feeling, walk over and sigh and pretend.

When it was Zhou Ze's turn, Zhou Ze glanced into the coffin and found that Miss Liu was lying neatly dressed inside, wearing a black dress, as if she was asleep.

To Zhou Ze's surprise, Miss Liu fell from the upstairs in front of her, no matter how you use words and language to embellish it, there is no way to hide the fact that she died in a terrible state, but Miss Liu's remains look very exquisite, and the recovery is very good.

This can't help but make Zhou Ze think of the undertaker who took the eyebrow pencil and put on his makeup hard with a very impatient posture when he died, and he had never enjoyed this kind of treatment.

It's really unfair that the deceased can't give a bad review.

At the end of the posthumous visit, everyone went to the side hall to eat, in the form of a buffet, but there was not much to eat, nothing more than some pastries and grilled sausages and other foods, just as an afternoon tea cushion to cushion hunger, and it is impossible for you to drink and eat a full meal here.

Zhou Ze poured himself a glass of wine, drank some, and then walked out of the side hall, he planned to talk to Miss Liu's previous family about the rental of the shop.

Xu Qinglang said that he would pay for a year first, and then Zhou Ze would give him rent on a monthly basis, which was also for the sake of Zhou Ze not being able to take out so much money in one go, and Zhou Ze also had to repay the favor, so let's talk about the price if he can help talk about it.

Just looked around, Zhou Ze didn't find the family member wearing a black veil who appeared earlier, but saw the priest standing at the top of the stairs smoking a cigarette.

When Zhou Ze walked over, the priest also handed Zhou Ze a cigarette.

Two men stood together, smoking cigarettes.

The priest is not a foreigner, but also Chinese, about thirty years old, and some of his face is tender.

Didn't do anything to communicate, after smoking, the priest walked away, Zhou Ze snuffed out the cigarette butt, and happened to see that there seemed to be a staircase leading to the bottom of the stairs.

It should be the basement.

Ordinary Chinese families generally do not have the habit of making basements, and in line with curiosity about this place, Zhou Ze still walked down and saw the elevator inside, next to the elevator, there was a metal door.

The door was open, and when I pushed it open and walked in, I felt that the temperature had dropped a lot.

In front of Zhou Ze, there were two steel beds and a freezer, similar to the style of a hospital morgue, but with some other equipment.

It gives the feeling that this is a slaughterhouse.

Walking to the side of the steel bed, Zhou Ze reached out and touched it, here, it should be a dead person, and Miss Liu should have been lying here before to receive the last beauty in her life.

Here, is the beauty salon of the deceased.

"Sir, this place is not open to the public."

A young man in a gray suit stood in the doorway and spoke.

Zhou Ze nodded apologetically, it was he who was abrupt.

"Have we met somewhere?" Zhou Ze asked, because he felt that the man was a little familiar.

"Perhaps, this is my business card, of course, we don't want you to have a chance to use this phone."

The young man handed Zhou Ze a business card,

The name of "Chen Zesheng" is written on the business card, and the note is that he is the director of the Western-style funeral home in Tongcheng.

"Is business good?" Zhou Ze asked.

For a long time, it was others who came to ask Zhou Ze "Is business good", and now Zhou Ze finally found an opportunity to ask others.

Of course, Zhou Ze also knows that when others ask themselves "is business good", they actually think in their hearts:

This bad pen actually opened a broken bookstore in this broken place, and the business is good, so I saw the hell!

"It's a bit deserted, after all, there are not many people in China who accept this kind of funeral custom." Chen Zesheng smiled bitterly.

"Hmm."

Zhou Ze finished asking, and he was comfortable.

"By the way, the family of the deceased is on the second floor." Chen Zesheng reminded.

"Okay, thank you."

Zhou Ze left the basement.

It's just that when Zhou Ze just walked up the stairs, the hand holding the business card suddenly trembled, and he lowered his head again and glanced at the name on the business card:

Chen Zesheng.

It seems like

The one who accompanied Miss Liu to martyrdom the next day,

Also surnamed Chen?

…………

Closed the metal door,

The young man in a suit and leather shoes was lying on a steel bed,

He reached out and gently rubbed the right side of his face, his skin was wrinkled and chapped, and there was still a green shaping potion flowing out of it.

He shook his head,

Sighing:

"As soon as I died, the two undertakers in the family began to be lazy.

If this continues, what can business do? ”