And the funeral home is also broken, and simply sends a few people every day to deal with those hysterical parents. It's been almost a month since I tossed around like this.

It's not surprising that the two sides scold each other on a daily basis, and sometimes they even fist and kick each other.

And I, who came to this funeral home, have been at this funeral home for exactly three days so far!

As for why I came to work in a funeral home, this is a long and complicated story. Uh, well, I'll admit that this sad and tactful story is not that complicated to explain, and it doesn't seem too long......

I'm silent, an unlucky boy who has always encountered weird things that aren't good, or even bad, since he was a child. Some people say that I am like Conan, and wherever I go, people die. I don't quite agree with this description because it would break my worldview. I feel more like a who often wins the lottery, a who everyone says has a high IQ, but still hasn't found anything in countless incidents.

It wasn't me who brought death, but death found me. If I don't investigate the horrible things, strange things will still happen. Although my arrival doesn't seem to improve much on events.

Stupid has the personality traits of a stupid person, and my personality traits are confused with what happened to me, so the "Night Silence" series was created. As a result, I also met a lot of readers who read "The Secret Archives of Night Silence".

Zhou Yan is one of my readers, at least that's what he says in his letter. He wrote me a long Weibo letter, but it made me experience a terrible story, a story about the ghost gate. After I escaped death, he disappeared without a trace with the ghost gate.

(For details, please refer to Night Silent 605 "Ghost Gate")

I'm not reconciled, I've always been a complicated animal, maybe even I can't understand myself all along. Through that incident, I intuitively felt that Zhou Yan was not simple.

He and I weren't friends, nor were we nodding acquaintances, and we didn't even see each other in person. But the unheard of ghost door is real. There are definitely a lot of forces that want to get it and use its power.

What a terrible thing to let an object of uncertain power fall into the hands of the enemy. Not to mention that there are not a few forces that are hostile to me. So he and Yang Junfei combined, using a lot of resources, and finally found Zhou Yan's traces.

Yang Junfei was holding a stack of materials, which showed that Zhou Yan had been active in Liucheng at the end. As for the purpose, it is completely unknown. I don't know what he learned after accepting the mantle of the dead Feng Shui master. In short, Zhou Yan is mysterious, every time he goes to a place, strange things will happen in that place.

Perhaps, the ghost gate he took away itself has the ability to summon strange things. Or, Zhou Yan knew something and was constantly looking for something.

This makes me more and more concerned. So all the soldiers of the detective agency were divided into three ways, and all the way to investigate what happened to Zhou Yan before and after I entered the ghost gate. All the way was keeping an eye on the hostile forces.

I was the only one left who could move freely.

So, I changed my costume sadly.

This time, instead of a student, he became a work-study student and entered this gloomy funeral home.

This funeral parlor, located 30 kilometers away from the eastern suburbs of Liucheng, is very grandiose. But the staff inside are all weirdos.

For example, this is not what I define as Zhang Hui, the sissy who nods his head. He secretly ****** every man, and unfortunately, I was recently targeted by him.

"I don't swear." I scratched my head, it was unfortunate enough that my children had died, and I had to insult each other with swear words, although my personality was indeed admittedly bad, but I could not do such a dehumanizing thing.

"Work-study students, it's time for you to get to know society." Zhang Hui reached out and slapped me on the buttocks, and my goosebumps came out of my disgust. He gestured to the orchid: "If you don't scold, you can greet the women of their family directly, and by the way, you can use a provocative tone to declare that you have had sex with the female relatives of their family from 80 years old to 8 months old." ”

"Uh, this, I really can't do this!" I hurriedly waved my hand.

Zhang Hui glanced at me: "Yo, if you can't do it." Just don't do it, most people will find time to tutor you all night at night. Death Phase! ”

I instantly abandoned my personality in the choice between personality and overnight tutoring with him. Dodging his disgusting hand that slapped my ass again, I stiffened my head and walked over to the person assigned to me.

This time, the group used a new trick, dragging a large pile of wreaths from the truck to block the door of the funeral home. I scratched my head and asked slowly, "What can I do for you?" ”

Damn, I originally wanted to accept the arrangement to scold, but I didn't listen to my mouth when I was called.

"Serve us, hmph, your funeral home wants us to die and make black money." One of the middle-aged men snorted coldly and glared at me hard.

"My daughter died so badly." The middle-aged woman next to the middle-aged man wailed and placed the wreath on the ground.

In the middle of the wreath there is a picture of the deceased, a girl who looks quite ordinary, but looks very energetic. On the side of the photo reads: 'Daughter He Tong shouted that she was wronged by the world, and her death was unknown, so she begged to find out the truth! ’

When the middle-aged woman saw me looking at the wreath, she immediately pounced, and I gently dodged it. The woman simply fell to the ground and continued to howl: "My daughter died so miserably. ”

I rubbed my nose, it's been three days, and it seems that this woman has been crying from beginning to end, and there is only this sentence. Although her dead daughter is indeed a little pitiful, can you say it in another way?

"Our daughter died here, and the funeral home is still shirking its responsibilities. When Lao Tzu dies in the future, he will never pull himself here to burn. The middle-aged man did not help his wife, but by carrying wreaths.

I smiled bitterly and said, "This, there is only such a funeral parlor in the vicinity for hundreds of miles, you have been a hundred years, and you can't go anywhere." In the end, it will be pulled here and burned! ”

"You bastard, you curse me to death." The middle-aged man stared at me angrily, turned his head, and said to the people around him: "You have all heard it, the staff of the funeral home actually openly cursed me to death. You call your superiors over, and I'm going to reason with him. ”

is looking for a reason to let the superiors come forward, and in the past three days, they have been looking for the upper echelons of the funeral home in different ways. I shrugged my shoulders and said in a routine tone, "I'm sorry, my boss is on business." ”

"the!" The middle-aged man grabbed me by the collar: "I saw him peeking behind the window of that office building just now. ”

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