"You're still not his friends anymore? How can you be like this, if you say that you want to see him, you must see him before you can leave, and what kind of good friend is this if you walk around? What other purpose? Do we still have a purpose to come to see people? You young men ......" the man looked a little annoyed when he heard the two of them say this.

Zhang Ziyu and Su Zicheng seemed to have stabbed a hornet's nest, and the man began to chatter about the two of them, and talked for a long time without breathing, and the atmosphere in the morgue seemed to have become a little funny at this time.

Zhang Ziyu scratched his head, not knowing how to explain this matter to this middle-aged man, and they were strangers to him, so there was no need to talk so much, and he didn't know how to speak for a while.

He turned his head to look at Su Zicheng and found that Su Zicheng was seriously accepting the middle-aged man's teachings, and nodded in agreement while listening.

The more the man talked, the more excited he became, pulling from the two of them to himself, and seeing that he was about to start talking about 'Pangu opening the world for five thousand years', Zhang Ziyu was a little panicked.

He stared at the man's bulging crossbody bag and suddenly had an idea, "What are you carrying in this bag?" It looks like it's drumming. ”

"Ahh The man stopped, lowered his head and glanced at his bag, "My bag is full of some music scores made by my good friend before his death, I want to show him one last time, after all, I left so suddenly before, and I didn't say goodbye to them." ”

The man sighed and hummed an unknown tune softly, tears streaming down the corners of his eyes.

"I haven't heard this song before, it's so good, did your friend make it?" Su Zicheng opened his mouth and said.

"He didn't do it, it's an ancestral score in his family." The man lowered his head and wiped his tears with his sleeve, then opened the cloth bag and took out a piece of paper that was already worn out, "That's it, you see, it's really good, this song." ”

The man walked up to the two of them, carefully opened the yellowed paper, and the contents on it were reflected in front of their eyes.

"Uh......" Zhang Ziyu was stunned for a moment and looked at Su Zicheng.

"You don't have any words in this score." Su Zicheng looked at the man and said.

"Huh? How so? Could it be the wrong one? The man sighed, re-rolled the paper and put it back in the bag, then shook his head and muttered, "I told you to take one last look at them, but I took them wrong, hey, I'm getting old." ”

"I wanted to bend down to get closer to him, but I accidentally knocked my glasses off, and kicked them out in a hurry, I touched my bag and opened the scores and put them in front of his eyes in turn, saying goodbye to him......"

The man paused, as if he had thought of something, smiled lightly, and then spoke: "You said that what he saw at the last moment was a blank sheet music, will you blame me?" ”

"No, don't worry, you're coming to see him, he's already happy." Zhang Ziyu comforted.

"Really?" The man's eyes were a little moist, and tears were rolling in his eyes.

"Well, really, don't worry." Su Zicheng said.

"I'm leaving, you should also accompany your good friend more, after all, it's the last time." The man looked at the two and smiled slightly, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and turned to go out.

The two of them watched the man leave, and listening to the words he said as he left, the two of them suddenly had a different feeling in their hearts.

"Forget it, it's all here, let's take another look at him." Zhang Ziyu turned around and began to look for it again, but Su Zicheng was still leaning on the cabinet and did not move.

Zhang Ziyu searched for a while, and finally found the cabinet containing Mu Fan's body, and he hurriedly beckoned to Su Zicheng, who was still resting by the cabinet at the top of the handle, "There is." Zicheng is coming here. ”

"Well, here we are." Su Zicheng jumped and slowly moved over, and the two stood side by side.

"Brother, we're coming to see you one last time." Zhang Ziyu bowed to the cabinet and stretched out his hand to open the cabinet door.

The moment the two of them opened the cabinet door, they were stunned, and they stared at the empty morgue in the cold, a little confused.

"Damn...... What about corpses? The two men said in unison.