Before the door opened, several hypotheses flashed through my mind.

Could it be that there are slashed corpses piled up inside this door? Could there be a big black cauldron with half a corpse floating up and down with boiling hot water?

The door was slowly opened by Zhou Cripple, I held my breath, and first saw that under the dim light, it was a room of about twenty square meters, with a bed, a small dining table, and a carbon stove near the window, and the iron pot on the stove was covered with a lid, and there was a gurgling sound inside.

The aroma comes from inside the pot.

"How? Nothing to see, right? ”

Zhou Cripple said angrily.

Lao Huang blamed himself again and said a few polite words, which made me very uncomfortable and confused.

Uncle Huang, what's wrong? He's not a man who grovels to others! What's more, there must be something wrong with Zhou's cripple, but we haven't found a flaw yet.

When I turned to leave, Lao Huang quickly whispered in my ear, "Count how many corpses there are." ”

I understood that I deliberately slowed down my walk, and before I left the morgue, I counted that there were seventy-three corpses in the entire morgue, and I could not be wrong.

As soon as we left the morgue, Zhou Cripple slammed the black iron door shut, which embarrassed Director Feng.

"I'm smiling! Lao Zhou - Zhou's cripple is ...... with this temper"

I whispered to Old Uncle Huang that there were a total of seventy-three corpses, and he nodded slightly and didn't say anything else.

After the group walked out of the courtyard, Lao Huang turned around and asked Director Feng: "Brother Feng, how many corpses are there in the morgue, do you have to count them every night?" ”

may have seen that the morgue was fine, at this time, Director Feng was a little relaxed, and when he heard Lao Huang say this, he actually laughed out loud:

"Master Huang, you're kidding! The corpse can't move, is it possible that it can still stay overnight? ”

Lao Huang also smiled, and then changed his words: "How many corpses are sleeping in it every day, can you count?" ”

"Of course? There are records, and each corpse is also registered in detail - the deceased is the greatest! It's also responsible for their families. As soon as I heard this, I was in an official tone.

Lao Huang said again: "Okay, I want to know the number of corpses stored in the morgue tonight......"

"Oh? This is easy to do, I can take you to the archives to find out. ”

Soon we were in the archives.

Because 5 employees of the funeral home died in a row today, and most of the other employees were scared away, Director Feng was very worried that there was no one in the archives.

From a distance, we saw the lights on the main building facing the gate of the funeral home, and Director Feng sighed deeply and muttered, "It seems that they are not all cowards!" ”

After knocking on the door of the archives room a few times, a coughing voice immediately came from the room: "Who! ”

"It's me! Lao Feng! ”

After waiting for thirty seconds, the door opened, and an old face full of wrinkles flashed out: "It's Curator Feng!" You...... Why did you come to the archives at this point? ”

Director Feng also seemed to have a lot of respect for this old man, and smiled slightly: "There was an accident in our hall today, so I called the police, and the police comrades want to see the file where the corpse was stored today, so I won't trouble you Uncle Li!"

I stood on the side and looked at this Uncle Li carefully, seeing that he was not seventy, but also in his sixties, and the wrinkles on his face made him look a little crazy at close range.

"Oh! I haven't left this room for a day, but I know something is wrong, I didn't say it! Xiaohu and the others really deserve it, evil will be rewarded! "I know that very well when I hear it! I thought about it all of a sudden, and Zhou Cripple had said almost the same thing before.

Curator Feng didn't seem to want him to mention Xiaohu's matter, so he hurriedly covered it up and said: "Xiaohu's matter, the police comrades will find out, you first take out the list of 'guests' in today's morgue......

It's strange to say, I always feel that the cripple Zhou in the morgue just now is very similar to this Uncle Li in the archives, and as for the specific resemblance, I can't say for a while.

What's even more strange is that I have carefully observed Zhou Cripple walking, although it is a little shaky, but it is not lame, on the contrary, this Uncle Li obviously has one leg long and one leg is short, and he walks with a limp.

Uncle Li let us into the house, because the space was limited, Director Zheng asked Captain Han to take people around the funeral home, and only me, Lao Huang, Director Zheng and Director Feng entered the door.

As soon as I entered, I first felt a chill, even colder than the outside of the courtyard and the morgue.

In addition to the coldness, the archives are noticeably much better than the morgue, with the biggest advantage being the bright electric lights.

"Sit as you please! I'm going to get the file."

As he spoke, Uncle Li limped to a few rows of file shelves to look for something.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, I hurriedly asked Director Feng: "This information is still sorted out every day!" ”

Director Feng shook his head: "This is not necessary, but the information of the 'guests' on the day will be stored in the archives, and our requirements in this regard are very strict, because there have been several accidents in the past few years......"

As he spoke, Uncle Li had already walked over with a stack of files.

"This is today's 'guest' information, I haven't sorted it out yet, you can take a look!"

Curator Feng took the file, rolled it casually a few times, and then handed it to Director Zheng.

Director Zheng didn't know why Lao Huang wanted to read this information, so after taking it in his hand, he symbolically glanced at it and handed it to Uncle Lao Huang.

I saw this information in the hands of Uncle Huang, the first page is a list with "guest directory" written on it, each list is preceded by a serial number, and after the name is the time.

There are 71 serial numbers in the directory, which means that there should be 71 people.

71 people? I was stunned for a few seconds, and my mind shook before I realized something was wrong.

I counted it before I left the morgue! There are 73 corpses in total, how come there are only 71 corpses on this file? Could it be that two bodies are missing from the list?

Lao Huang's face also changed slightly, he pondered for a while, looked up and asked Uncle Li, "There can't be any error in the information on this, right?" ”

When Uncle Li heard this, he seemed to be a little angry, snorted, and replied angrily: "What do you mean? Although...... But human lives are at stake, and it is impossible to make mistakes......"

I thought to myself: If there is not a mistake in this information, could it be that there is a mistake in the morgue, which means that there are two more bodies?

"Curator Feng, this corpse ......" I wanted to tell them that there were two more corpses in the morgue, but as soon as I spoke, I was interrupted by Uncle Huang.

He followed my half-sentence and said, "This is where the information about this corpse can be seen!" I really just want to know the number of corpses. He gave me a wink.