Director Zheng looked at me with a puzzled face: "Little evil brother, are you under too much pressure during this time?" ”

I waved my hand and replied, "No, no! On the file we went to check, isn't the deceased named Song Wenjing? ”

At this time, Song Wenqi's parents also came over, glanced at me with angry eyes, and scolded angrily: "You melon baby should be careful when you speak, don't curse our family Wen Jing anymore"

He began to cry as he spoke.

Wrong! Wrong! Absolutely not! I can't argue about anything, but deep down there is a villain who has been yelling at me.

"Director Zheng, go to the funeral home! I'm going to call back......"

After speaking, he glanced at Song Wenqi, whose face was pale-in fact, I don't know whether to call her Song Wenqi or Song Wenjing now.

Walking out of the house, I heard Song Wenqi's father angrily asking Director Zheng, "Is this child mentally ill?"

I couldn't care so much, so I went out and trotted to the gate of the community.

Sitting in the taxi, the driver asked me why my face was so pale, and I was not in the mood to explain to him, so I ignored him after a perfunctory sentence.

When I returned to the office, I found Lao Huang first, he was actually drinking with the off-duty doorman in the staff apartment, and the three of them were guarding a bag of peanuts, two small bags of pickles, and talking and laughing.

Seeing me, Lao Huang bared his teeth and shouted, "Little evil, can you also take two sips?" ”

I scolded in my heart, "Drink you big-headed ghost."

I pulled Lao Huang aside: "Do you remember that when we went to the archives to check the files, it was Song Wenjing or Song Wenqi who died three years ago?" ”

Uncle Shi thought for a moment and shook his head.

"I don't seem to have seen it all the time...... It was you who kept telling me that it was Song Wenjing who died, and it was Song Wenqi who lived......"

This time, I was even more confused.

Lao Huang asked me what was wrong, and I didn't bother to pay attention to him, so I turned around and ran to the archives.

The old Wang in the archives is an old policeman, and he is conscientious in his duties, but he won't let me in.

"Uncle Wang! The last time I followed Director Zheng to read the dossier, I didn't read it clearly, and I want to see it again......"

"That's not good, it's a person inside the police station without the permission of the leader, and you can't check it casually."

I said a lot of good things, and he just wouldn't let me in.

"Uncle Wang! How the hell are you going to let me in? ”

Lao Wang thought for a moment and replied, "That's it! You call the director, and as long as he agrees, I'll let you in. ”

After calling the director, I went into the archives and opened the file again.

At this moment, I nervously held my breath, and my hands trembled unconsciously.

Carefully opened the brown paper bag and found the page where the information of the deceased was recorded.

Song Wenqi? I saw the three big characters "Song Wenqi" appear in front of my eyes.

How is Song Wenqi? I clearly remember that it was Song Wenjing! Did I read it wrong last time? But...... But it shouldn't! I didn't know that there was such a person as Song Wenqi in the world.

Sitting in the archives, I pondered for several minutes, carefully recalling the whole story.

The file can't be wrong, the only explanation is that I read it wrong last time because of preconceived ideas. As for the three words "Song Wenqi", it is probably because I heard Song Wenjing mention it before.

Leaving the archive room, I found Uncle Huang again, and the three of them had already drunk their tongues.

"How?"

I sighed: "The one who died was really Song Wenqi, it's really evil."

Old Uncle Huang smiled: "This is not important, come and have a few sips!" Wine can strengthen courage, we still have something to do in the evening......"

I didn't wonder what he meant, but I felt very depressed, so I sat down and poured myself a glass of wine.

This time I just wanted to get myself drunk, and you were not welcome, I drank several glasses in a row, only to drink dizzy.

In a daze, I heard Uncle Huang say to me softly, "Sleep well, I have to go to the funeral home at night."

Funeral parlor? Feeling that the brain was blank, the person fell asleep.

It's uncomfortable to get drunk! The intestines are about to vomit out.

Fortunately, Wang Qianmo took care of it on the side, and it was a hot towel and brown sugar water.

Around evening, Old Uncle Huang walked in with a smile.

"You kid is so capable, what kind of big-tailed wolf are you pretending?" He patted me on the shoulder and asked with a slight mockery.

I'm not in the mood to talk to him.

"Our Dao method and Dao art are broad and profound, and they can be used in all aspects, and naturally they can also be used to sober up wine."

As he spoke, he instructed me to meditate, and sure enough, as a stream of heat spread from my lower abdomen to my limbs, I was already drunk.

"Let's go! Tonight is business, you change your clothes, bring a wooden sword, and I'll wait for you in the hall. Without waiting for me to reply, he went out.

I quickly changed my clothes and followed him to the hall.

Old Uncle Huang and Captain Han were whispering something, and when they saw me coming out, they hooked their hands and walked towards the door.

The three of them got into the car, and I had no time to ask, "What are we going to the funeral home for the big night—I remember you said going to the funeral home, right?" ”

"Go and count them, and get to know someone by the way." Uncle Shi replied casually while sorting out his satchel.

The car soon drove into the funeral home, and revisited the old place, but it was still difficult to hide the tension in my heart.

The Lushan Road funeral home is still very deserted, and it is estimated that after the accident yesterday, not to mention the "guests", even most of the staff of the museum also hid out.

We found Curator Feng again, he seemed to be much haggard than yesterday, his eyes were red.

Seeing us, he smiled bitterly: "What an eventful time!" Come with me! ”

From his expression and the tone of his voice, I could tell that he should have not slept all night last night, and there must have been a lot of things going on in the museum today.

Director Feng took us to the morgue.

On the way, Uncle Huang asked him, "There are no corpses to be sent for activation today, right?" ”

Director Feng smiled bitterly again: "I want to activate ......"

The black metal door of the morgue is closed, and it makes people feel furious when they look at it.

"Old Zhou-Zhou is lame!" Curator Feng shouted twice, and the door squeaked open.

Zhou's crippled and terrifying face was revealed.

"Curator Feng—why are you here again?" Seeing the two of us behind him, he frowned, and his tone became a little stiffer.

"Two bodies were found in the river yesterday, and Captain Han from the police station routinely checked them...... It's okay......"

Cripple Zhou glared at me vigorously, and then flashed aside with great reluctance.

"I'm not the place you should be here, after reading it once, again, and without a head!" He muttered.

We ignored him and walked straight inside.

When I entered the door, Uncle Huang whispered beside me, "Count how many corpses there are."

I said in my heart, isn't it 73, I just counted it yesterday, and I didn't pull it to activate it today......

But after counting it twice, I was shocked: this time it was 71 – two less.