Could it be that the scratching sound that Lao Wu heard just now was real? Is it the scratching sound that causes these marks?

Old Qian shook violently. The more he looked at the marks, the more they looked like they had been dug up by human fingers. Whose fingers are so terrible that they can dig out such a deep mark on a hard alloy?

A few drops of cold sweat broke out on his forehead, hell, hell. There's something weird about that corpse!

Old Qian thought about it and felt a little scared. He swung his feet back desperately when he heard a creak and the door to the incinerator shut.

"It's impossible, the electric rack of the incinerator hasn't come in, how can it be closed." Lao Qian kicked the door hard, but the door was firmly closed and he couldn't kick it open.

"Hell yes! Old Five, open the door quickly. Old Five! Old Qian yelled heartbreakingly.

No one answered outside the incinerator, as if the inside of the furnace had now become another dimension, separated from the original time and space.

In an incinerator without electricity, the nozzle begins to spew out natural gas. The flames burned.

The old money was ignited instantly, and he could clearly feel the fat in his body heating up, and then there was a sense of pain. At the moment before he died, only the corpse called He Yangzhou was left in Lao Qian's consciousness, and all that opened was Bai Ren's eyes......

When I ran out of the lounge, everything was in chaos. All the staff of the funeral home were running towards the corpse refining furnace department in a mess, shouting so loudly that they couldn't hear what they were saying.

Lao Wang walked out of the morgue, and I hurriedly went up.

"Senior Wang, what's going on, why is everyone panicking." I asked. Yes, everyone on the staff next to me was panicked, holding the walkie-talkie in their hands and shouting something.

Lao Wang also held the walkie-talkie, his face gloomy: "It is said that there was an employee in the incinerator who died due to an accident." ”

"Isn't the incinerator in the funeral home electrically controlled, there should be few accidents, and people die in an accident!" I was a little surprised. Electronically controlled incinerators have a number of emergency mechanisms, unlike the old incinerators of the past. What kind of accident does it take to cause death?

The answer, I'll know soon.

An employee named Qian Qi was burned alive in the incinerator in order to repair the incinerator. His colleague slumped on the ground, apparently stupefied.

Qian Qi's body was pulled out of the incinerator, and it was said that it was digging, which is really appropriate. Qian Qi's body had been carbonized, and some of his hands and feet had even turned to ashes. Maybe the stove was the reason for the accidental start, the fire was uneven, and his upper body still survived, but the part that survived, it was better to be unlucky.

The muscles of the deceased's face were burned, most of the fat was burned, and the entire face collapsed. You can even see the unburned bones inside and some disgusting liquid substance that you can't tell what it is.

Above, the clothes burned and the skin burned off, revealing most of the internal organs. But Qian Qi's organs were obviously roasted, and the smell of roasted meat slowly emanated from his abdominal cavity, wandering in the air, very fragrant.

The smell of barbecue meat wafted into my nose and I almost didn't throw it out.

However, not everyone is as calm as me, and many employees who are used to seeing corpses rarely see such terrible scenes. They couldn't help but hold their stomachs and vomit wildly, until they vomited until their bile came out.

Everyone's face turned pale.

The director of the corpse refining furnace department was a middle-aged man of forty-eight or nineteen, his face was pale, and he grabbed the shoulder of the employee who was in a daze: "Old Five, how did Lao Qian die?" Speak, don't be in a daze! ”

"He was burned to death." The employee called Lao Wu replied with straight eyes and a blank answer.

"Nonsense, Lao Tzu knew that he was burned to death. There's always a reason! The Director yelled.

This roar seems to have sobered up the old five. Lao Wu covered his face and cried loudly: "A corpse was sent today, and Lao Qian and I incinerated him." At first, it went well, but when it came out, the body was not burned. Lao Qian was a little anxious, so he didn't notify the maintenance team and ran into the incinerator to repair the jet nozzle. ”

Speaking of this, Lao Wu's thinking finally became much sharper: "After Lao Qian went in, I continued to check the unburned corpse and didn't pay attention to him. Unexpectedly, the incinerator actually closed the door by itself, and then the nozzle began to burn. When I found out, I tried to save him, but I couldn't open the door no matter how hard I tried. I, I, I watched Old Qian get burned to death, and I couldn't do anything......"

"Bastard, how is it possible, you are simply lying!" The supervisor was also about to cry, this kind of thing happened to the department he managed, and it was strange that he was still sitting firmly in his job: "The steel plate rack of the incinerator has not been extended back, how can the door be closed?" ”

"But the door is closed." Lao Wu cried.

The old Wang beside me glanced at it a few times, and was suddenly stunned. I followed his gaze and felt a chill rise from the soles of my feet. The corpse that Lao Wu said was not burned was actually the middle-aged man He Yangzhou this morning.

The corpse was lying on a steel plate frame, and there was no more clothes. But the yellowed paper talisman that was originally attached to the forehead of the sissy Zhang Hui was still firmly attached to He Yangzhou's head.

The paper talisman was blown by the wind and slowly fluttered a few times. The huge corpse refining furnace department, with a space of more than several thousand square meters, seemed to become even more gloomy because of this small paper talisman.

Scared, I looked away and looked at the security camera overhead. Lao Qian seems to have a lot of suspicion, so it's more intuitive to go to the monitoring room to watch the video.

Just thinking about it, the walkie-talkies of the managers of various departments suddenly rang again. When the supervisors heard the instructions from the management building, their already ugly faces became even more ugly.

"Let's go to the gate of the funeral home." There was no time to take care of the old money, and the director of the corpse furnace hurriedly instructed one of the employees to deal with his funeral, and ran towards the gate of the funeral home in a panic with the others.

I'm wondering, it's been a busy day. What's more important than the death of an employee?

After running to the gate of the funeral home with hundreds of employees, I just glanced at it, and my brain was banging non-stop.

I saw a corpse floating at the gate of the funeral parlor, a female corpse wearing red clothes and pants on the five-meter-high gate beam. The red on the corpse was very glaring, and it was also very poignant. Even the air around her seemed to freeze because of that layer of red.

The corpse was hanged alive with a rope and shook in the cold wind of early winter.

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