"I'm an atheist." Zhang Hui pouted.

"You're an atheist, so how do you explain what's happening to you right now? Can this be done with regular paper symbols? No matter how you try to get it, you can't get it off, and you can't cut it. Uncle Wang patted him on the shoulder: "This kind of thing would rather be credible than not, the funeral home has been working for a long time, what strange thing can't be touched?" ”

"Okay, I'll go to the hospital tomorrow first, if the hospital can't solve it. Then visit the master you mentioned, Uncle Wang. Zhang Hui was obviously moved.

"Okay, wait until you come to me and get the letter of introduction!" Uncle Wang nodded.

Just then, our walkie-talkie rang.

Zhang Hui and Ye of the condolence hall were silent, and the venue was arranged, and some guests were ready to come in. I've called you a few times, what are you inking? ”

On the other end of the walkie-talkie, the funeral home reception staff shouted fiercely.

"Got it, what's it called, your mother isn't dead." Zhang Hui replied angrily. He took me out of the lounge and into the preparation room next to the mourning service, where he carried the wreaths, flower baskets, and signs brought by the families of the deceased.

When the portrait of the deceased was lifted, Zhang Hui and I were stunned at the same time!

I often say that there are all kinds of accidents in life. Some people survive because of accidents, but some people die because of accidents. Perhaps in the funeral home, watching the corpse come in and turn into dust can truly explain the meaning of the accident.

When Zhang Hui and I saw the posthumous portrait, I really felt that there might be another accident, which was the most terrifying. That's the person I saw yesterday, and today died.

Zhang Hui was trembling, his feet shaking terribly. I patted him on the shoulder, pressed his beating heart, lifted the portrait, and put it aside.

The portrait left Zhang Hui's line of sight, and he sat on the ground with a cold sweat all over his forehead.

The sissy touched the sweat on her forehead, wiped it on her clothes casually, and asked in a hoarse tone: "Work-study student, that, who is the person on the portrait?" ”

"It should be." I nodded. The posthumous image is cropped from a photograph that appears to have died very suddenly. This time, the deceased was a middle-aged man, and the photo looked kind, but all I remember is his fierce and vicious eyes. The man's scolding voice still lingered in his ears, but he didn't expect this person to be dead.

"This man, how did this man die. I still want to, I still want to ......" Zhang Hui stammered this, he felt a cool air constantly blowing on the back of his head, and a chill came from nowhere, making his whole body cold and piercing.

I looked at the back of the portrait that had been turned by me, and didn't say anything more. Yes, we have indeed seen that middle-aged man, and he is no stranger to it, and he and his wife will come to make trouble every day when he goes to work for a week. Because their daughter died suddenly because she sneaked in to watch a dark show.

Unexpectedly, even this person died. Yesterday, he also violently pasted a strange paper talisman on Zhang Hui's forehead, he was in good spirits, why did he suddenly die? What exactly did he die for?

I looked at the name on the wreath in the condolence hall, this middle-aged man was He Yangzhou, and he was fifty-one years old. The cause of death is not written, but when you bring it to the funeral home, you need to show a death certificate. Perhaps some clues can be seen in the death certificate.

My brow furrowed slightly, and I always felt that things were a little strange. That weird paper that can't be torn off no matter what. The death of this person named He Yangzhou, no matter how you think about it, is full of fog.

Zhang Hui stood up from the ground, his face full of iron. He walked a few steps to the coffin, wanting to lift the lid and look at the middle-aged man inside. But before he could touch the button that opened the lid, I grabbed his hand.

"What do you want to do?" I asked in a light tone.

"I'm going to see if it's the man in there." Zhang Hui's vocal cords were still trembling violently, obviously frightened.

"You're crazy. According to the funeral home, the coffin lid must be opened in front of the family. Your behavior will seriously violate the system, and you will be dismissed. I said in a deep voice.

Zhang Hui's hand trembled, and after hesitating for a moment, he finally retracted it. In the funeral home, he is also a low-level leader, and his salary is more than double that of other industries in Liucheng. was fired from the funeral home, where to find such a high-paying career?

The two of us sorted out He Yangzhou's funeral supplies in the condolence hall in relative silence, and after more than ten minutes, Zhang Hui's walkie-talkie rang, and he reluctantly opened the roller shutter door.

Outside the roller shutter door, the relatives of He Yangzhou were already standing quietly outside the condolence hall. The so-called relatives and friends are just one person from beginning to end. She was supposed to be He Yangzhou's wife, a middle-aged woman with a hat that covered half of her face, looking lifeless.

In the cold morning, although there was a glimmer of sun, just looking at the woman standing straight in front of the condolence hall also made people's scalps tingle. For some reason, the woman didn't look at the coffin at all for the first time, but glanced at Zhang Hui vaguely, with a sinister smile on her face.

Zhang Hui was uneasy, obviously not noticing, but I saw that smile, and I felt cold.

This woman seems to know something.

Suddenly I remembered that after He Yangzhou pasted the paper talisman on Zhang Hui's forehead, I saw the illusion that the air around him was rippling and distorted.

I suddenly thought, maybe, that it wasn't an illusion. The strangeness of that paper talisman is probably not as simple as not being able to tear it off after pasting it. Is there anything else?

The strangest thing is that in terms of human psychology. A person's relative died in this funeral parlor, and the issue of compensation was not negotiated, even if there was only this funeral parlor nearby, and he was unwilling to bring another dead person from his family here to increase the enemy's turnover.

But this He Yangzhou's wife did it, and she did it very quickly. Her husband was still alive yesterday morning, and this morning he had not even been twenty-four hours until this morning, but his funeral was to be held here. Moreover, she was the only one who attended the funeral.

People have lived for more than fifty years, and there are always some social connections. Relatives and friends won't be without one, why is it that when the funeral comes, none of the relatives and friends come. Could it be that he and his wife really have no friends?

The more I thought about it, the more I felt that something was wrong, as if something had been ignored by me!

"Let's get started." The middle-aged woman's voice, without the slightest sadness, was much calmer than yesterday.

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