"You don't care what mood he is in, hurry up and finish this, there is still a lot of work to do. Recently, Liucheng has not been peaceful, and many people have died, many of them are unnatural deaths. The colleague shook his head, ticked a few boxes on the list, and then walked to the door to look at it.

There was no one outside the corpse refining furnace, and he motioned for Lao Wu to press the button.

"Old Qian, you see that this corpse has a paper talisman on its face." Lao Wu looked at the corpse lying flat, and felt that the corpse was obviously lying with his hands and feet stretched, but the more he looked at it, the stranger it became. The paper talisman, yellow and cancan, is obviously very old, but it is very eye-catching. It's like a drop of black paint in a white clean toilet, which is very eye-catching, and makes people want to flush it out.

Could it be that my obsessive-compulsive disorder is committed again?

Lao Wu thought as he reached out to tear the paper talisman open and take a look. But as soon as he grabbed the paper talisman with his hand, he suddenly felt resistance. No matter what, he couldn't tear this thin piece of paper off the corpse's forehead.

"Don't make a fuss, that note might be some custom. Don't mess around, if you are seen by the relatives of the deceased, you will be complained. A colleague named Lao Qian interrupted his nonsensical move.

"Okay, okay, I don't know what material this paper talisman is made of, it's so tenacious." Lao Wu was also afraid of being complained, so he hurriedly put the paper talisman in place, and then pressed the button.

There was a sound of electricity, and the tongue of the incinerator slowly retracted in, and the corpse entered the cylinder used for refining corpses. Lao Qian signed the last word, and Lao Wu carefully closed the door of the incinerator, checked that it had been sealed, and then pressed the burning button.

Countless natural gas spewed out of the tongue hole, and the scorching flames filled the entire cylinder.

Lao Wu and Lao Qian stood on their sides, and took out their mobile phones to play a little bored. It takes ten minutes to burn, and the old money is a little unhappy, and the family of the deceased does not come, and the ashes will have to be sent to the management office by themselves after a while, and there is no money to take the increased workload. This He Yangzhou's popularity before his death was too bad, why didn't even a relative want to come to his funeral?

If a person dies, he dies, why should he add trouble to strangers he doesn't know, he deserves to be lonely and turned to ashes.

Lao Wu, who was playing with his mobile phone, suddenly moved his ears, as if he heard something. He patted Lao Qian's shoulder suspiciously: "Old Qian, have you heard any movement?" ”

"What's going on?" Old Qian was stunned.

"It's like someone is scratching the metal walls of the incinerator with all their might." Lao Wu's eyelids jumped a few times, and he didn't dare to say surely.

"Don't be stupid." Lao Qian looked at the clock opposite: "It's been burned for three minutes, and the hand bones of that corpse are probably gone, what to catch!" Old money, I told you not to watch horror movies a long time ago. You're working in a funeral parlor, and you've never seen any horrible corpses. Can a scene in a horror movie have this place of horror? ”

"No, listen carefully, the voice is still there." Lao Wu's throat moved: "Old Qian, you say, is the hospital wrong to check." That He Yangzhou is okay at all, he woke up in the incinerator and is now calling for help. Isn't there this in many movies? ”

"The movies of, those are all made up. You see that all and the movie have a small line at the beginning, starkly reminding you that the story is pure fiction? Lao Qian pouted: "Take 10,000 steps back, even if he is still alive, he is dead now." The temperature in the incinerator is more than 3,000 degrees, who can live in it for more than three minutes? ”

"That's right." Lao Wu nodded, he thought that maybe he was really too careful. But he still didn't give up, and looked inside through the glass of the incinerator.

The eyes were full of high-temperature flames, and the corpse loomed, perhaps because of the high temperature, the air inside was distorted greatly. Lao Wu rubbed his eyes, although he couldn't see it really, he didn't see the corpse moving. It put him at ease.

Ten minutes passed quickly.

When the incinerator was turned on, a wave of heat suddenly hit. The corpse was pushed out of the furnace by the electric iron platform, and as soon as Lao Qian and Lao Wu's eyes came into contact with the corpse, they were so frightened that they almost fainted.

I saw that the corpse was still intact, and it was the same as before it was put in. It's just that the clothes of the whole body have been burned, and the burial goods have also been burned to ashes. But the corpse's skin was not burned black in the slightest, not even the yellowed paper talisman on his forehead was not burned, and it was gently shaken by a vicious wind blowing from nowhere.

"What's this, what's this? Something went wrong with the incinerator? "Lao Qian immediately felt that there was probably something wrong with the stove, and the firepower was not enough.

Lao Wu shook his head dryly: "No, if there is a problem with the stove, then what happens to the clothes and funeral goods on his body?" Some burial goods have a much higher burning point than the human body, why is it that the corpse is fine, but the burial goods have turned to ashes? ”

Old Qian shook his head, and he felt chills all over his body.

"You just said there was a scratching sound in the incinerator?" Old Qian suddenly asked.

"That's right." Lao Wu nodded and asked suspiciously, "Have you thought of the reason?" ”

"Maybe there's something wrong with the jet. Alas, it's really troublesome, I'm still in a hurry to leave later, my wife has something, and my daughter wants me to pick it up when she goes to kindergarten. Lao Qian said impatiently that he wanted to get the body done quickly and leave early. The incinerator was determined before the body was brought in and could hardly be replaced. If the temporary change requires a first-level application for approval, it is very troublesome.

If it was just the fuzzer's fault, he could fix it. Lao Qian thought as he sprayed coolant and turned off the power button of the incinerator.

"I'll go in and have a look." After Lao Qian finished speaking, he climbed into the iron bucket along the iron frame. As he passed by the corpse, for a moment he seemed to see the eyes of the corpse under him, which had been closed, opened, and the white eyes stared at him and then closed again.

The corpse blinked too fast, and Lao Qian felt that he was hallucinating, and he didn't care too much.

After finally climbing into the iron barrel, he looked around, grabbed the fumes and checked them one by one. Two rows of jets, a total of eighteen. None of this seems to be a problem. Lao Qian frowned slightly after checking it, and suddenly, he saw a few scratches on the wall of the iron barrel.

The marks looked like something scraped out with a sharp weapon, scraping a thick layer of iron open, which looked very abrupt. Every mark has a slight arc, what is it that can make such a scar in the morning? Old Qian is a little strange, these incinerators are inspected every morning to eliminate potential safety hazards.

Such a conspicuous trace, which was obviously not there this morning?

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