Zhang Ziyu was frightened by this sound, he looked around and found that a black shadow was approaching him, his voice trembled a little, "I'll go, are you a human or a ghost!" ”

"My glasses—" The black shadow walked past Zhang Ziyu, ignored him and slowly walked to Su Zicheng's side, squatted down, picked up the things on the ground and put them in front of his eyes to look at them carefully, and then put his hands on the ground and sighed.

At this time, with the help of the light overhead, Zhang Ziyu finally saw the black shadow clearly, he was wearing a black coat and carrying a cloth bag, the cloth bag looked bulging, and it was estimated that it contained a lot of things.

"Ugh." Zhang Ziyu stood in place and didn't move, Su Zicheng also sat on the ground and didn't get up, the two looked at the person who suddenly appeared in front of them one after the other, and were stunned.

"Young man, I'll help you up first." The man squinted and stretched out his hand to grab it in the air a few times, as if he was looking for Su Zicheng's hand, Su Zicheng handed it over, the man stood up and pulled him up, "Young man, are you okay?" ”

"Well, I'm fine, thank you." Su Zicheng jumped over to the cabinet where the corpse was stored, then leaned against the cabinet, bent down and stretched out his hand to rub his ankles.

"The girl outside just now said that there was an uncle inside, and we didn't see you when we just came in, so you just appeared suddenly and scared us." Su Zicheng looked at the man and said.

At this time, Zhang Ziyu was also relieved when he heard Su Zicheng say this.

"My glasses just fell off, I was looking for them in the back, my eyesight is not good, and I can't see anything clearly when I lose my glasses." The man gestured to the back of the cabinet.

Zhang Ziyu took two steps back, looked in the direction the man was pointing, and found that this was a large morgue, and there were several rows of identical cabinets behind it.

"Who are you coming to see?" The man asked.

"A good friend, he died in a car accident yesterday, let's see him off." Zhang Ziyu came back to his senses and took a few steps in the direction of the man, the man in front of him was about sixty years old, with a long beard and deep dark circles under his eyes, and he looked like he hadn't slept well for a long time.

"I also came to see my friend, who is my best friend and a very good composer." The man's expression became a little sad, "He left suddenly, if someone hadn't gone to his house to find him no longer there, I guess I would still think he was alive and well." ”

Zhang Ziyu sighed, and glanced at the glasses that were still lying on the ground, he picked up the glasses and looked at them in front of his eyes, lowered his head and began to tinker.

"Here you go, make do with it first, I looked at the lenses and didn't break them, but the temples were broken, I made it up and connected it for you first, and you went back and replaced it with a new one." Zhang Ziyu repaired his glasses and handed him to the man.

"Thank you." The man put his glasses back on, and then he saw the faces of the two people in front of him clearly, "Thanks to you, without these glasses I would be half blind." ”

"You're welcome." Zhang Ziyu looked at the man and replied casually, then walked to Su Zicheng's side, looked at him and asked, "Are your feet better?" ”

"Hmm." Su Zicheng nodded.

"Then you rest first, and I'll go find someone next." Zhang Ziyu turned around and started again from the place where he had broken off before, and continued to look for the cabinet where Mu Fan's body was stored.

Su Zicheng turned his head and looked at the rows of cabinets behind him, and suddenly felt that Zhang Ziyu's workload was a bit heavy, and he said: "Actually, what he looks like, don't we all know it, if you want me to say go directly, anyway, the purpose of coming to walk around has been achieved." ”

"Well, that's right." Zhang Ziyu stopped what he was doing, stood in place, and thought about it carefully, there was nothing wrong with Su Zicheng's words.