When I heard my uncle say this, I trembled with shock, and Song Wenqi was even more frightened and threw himself into my arms again.

"Uncle Shi, you ...... Are you sure there's ...... in there Got a living person? ”

Lao Huang stared at the half-hidden black iron door, did not answer, but nodded slightly.

I followed his gaze into the gap where the door of the morgue was open.

The iron door of the morgue was black and old, with a slit the size of an adult's palm. At first glance, it was pitch black in the cracks, but when I looked at it again, my scalp tingled. it! A pair of eyes suddenly flashed through the cracks, staring at me deadly.

"What are you doing here?" Immediately, an old voice came from inside the door, and the door was pushed open, revealing a dirty, short old man.

At first glance, I couldn't tell if it was a human or a ghost, and if it were, it would be too dirty and ugly.

Song Wenqi was so frightened that she buried her face in my arms, I subconsciously smelled the body fragrance on her body, it turned out to be exactly the same as the smell on Song Wenjing's body before, I also wondered, could it be that the twins even have the same body fragrance?

Lao Huang looked the short old man up and down, and replied: "We are the exorcist priests invited by the police station, and the funeral home is not peaceful tonight!" You...... Who are you? ”

As soon as I heard my uncle ask him who he was, half of the hanging person immediately fell - if it was a human, I was afraid of a bird!

"Who am I? Hey...... You can just call me cripple, everyone here calls me that......"

Uncle Shi nodded slightly: "Brother Zhou, is there anything abnormal in the morgue after dark?" ”

Zhou Cripple shook his head, as if he was very unhappy, and replied sharply: "There is nothing abnormal, all the guests are sleeping peacefully, this point, you ...... Go back if you have nothing to do! Over here...... This is not the place for you......"

As he spoke, he snapped shut the black iron door, and I was shocked.

Lao Huang didn't expect this old man to suddenly give an eviction order, so he was stunned for more than ten seconds before turning around and asking me, "What do you two think?" ”

Song Wenqi hurriedly straightened up from my arms, and replied shyly with a red face: "I think he ...... He didn't want us in at all, and was even afraid of us......"

"Oh? Girl, why do you say that? Lao Huang asked.

"When I was in school, I took communicative psychology as an elective...... When a person stands in the middle of the doorway and grabs the door frame with both hands, it means that the person is turning away customers......"

The corners of Lao Huang's mouth raised slightly: "The girl is good, I think so too, let's go back first and go to Director Feng and Director Zheng." ”

The three men immediately turned around and walked out of the morgue's yard.

When they found Director Feng and them, all the policemen were already jumping up and down in a hurry, and when they saw the two of us coming in, they were first overjoyed, and then they were shocked when they saw Song Wenqi who was following me closely.

Director Zheng recognized Song Wenqi at a glance and asked with a puzzled expression, "...... you You're not...... Isn't it the daughter of the family surnamed Song? ”

Lao Huang waved his hand: "I'll talk to you about her later, you have to go to the morgue first." ”

Lao Huang said what happened after dark in a few words, and the faces of the whole room changed color.

Curator Feng asked tremblingly, "Master Huang, are you saying that those people died, and it was a female ghost who made a mistake?" ”

Lao Huang shook his head: "Female ghosts are much more terrifying than female ghosts - but you can understand that female ghosts are okay, you hurry up and let the dirty old man in the morgue open the door, I suspect that several other ghosts are hiding in the morgue." ”

Director Feng was confused when he heard this, and Director Zheng and the others were also stunned, but they still hurried out of the door, and the group went straight to the morgue.

On the way, Lao Huang asked Director Feng: "Who is this dirty little old man?" ”

Curator Feng replied: "He is looking at the morgue, just call him cripple, he has been watching the morgue for more than 30 years." ”

"Cripple Zhou? He also asked us to call him that, this person is very weird! ”

"Yes! I heard that when he was in his twenties, his whole family was hacked to death by a mentally ill neighbor, and he was also severely injured, and he also had a lame leg, and he has not yet become a family......"

I couldn't help but be curious and asked, "He has been living in the funeral home?" ”

Curator Feng glanced at me, sighed, and replied, "Yes! I don't have any relatives anymore - I haven't been out much in the past few years......"

As we spoke, we returned to the morgue's courtyard and saw that the black metal door was still closed.

"You're the biggest official here, you can always let this lame man open the door, right?" Lao Huang said it in a very high voice, and he should have deliberately said it to the cripple man in the house.

Curator Feng smiled bitterly embarrassedly, then walked to the black door in two steps and knocked lightly: "Old Zhou? Cripple Zhou? Open the door! With that, he knocked vigorously on the metal door a few more times.

After knocking on the door, we waited for a full minute before we heard the crackling sound of the door opening from inside the house.

Seeing Zhou Cripple's face with a few deep scratches again, that uncomfortable feeling hit again.

Zhou Cripple was also shocked when he saw that it was his curator standing in the front, and then he saw us behind him, and his face suddenly showed an unfriendly expression.

"Feng Guan, why are you here? Isn't it ......" said and glared at me and Lao Huang.

Director Feng said softly: "Old Zhou! You don't know if you don't go out - there was a big incident in our hall today, Xiaohu and they are all dead, and they have already called the police, and these policemen are here to solve the case......"

Listening to the tone, Director Feng was also a little jealous of this weird old man.

"Xiaohu, they're dead? What a retribution for evil! Death is death, does it have anything to do with my morgue? ”

When he asked rhetorically, Director Feng really didn't know how to answer for a while, saying that it had nothing to do with it, it didn't matter what he was doing here, and he couldn't tell what it had to do with it.

Director Feng paused: "We invited Master Huang and his apprentices, you open the door first-Director Zheng of the police station has been waiting all afternoon......

Cripple Zhou looked around, and finally fixed his gaze on my face, and then smiled.

There are two extremely deep knife marks on Zhou Cripple's face, which should have been cut thirty years ago, he doesn't laugh, not only is it not good-looking, but also reveals a bit of horror.

"Just watch it if you want! I'm going to talk about it! At this point, the guests are asleep, and if you disturb the guests, the consequences will ...... Bear the consequences! ”

Guest? I couldn't help but glance inside the morgue again, this point, what other guests are inside?

Director Feng was the first to walk into the morgue, followed by Lao Huang and Director Zheng.

As soon as I entered the door, I first smelled a pungent smell, this smell is very familiar, what is it? After smelling it a few more times, it dawned on me, and at the same time I was shocked - this is the smell of formalin!