Since the third chapter of Qi Zihuan's covenant, this group of people has lived together in a remote cabin in the suburbs.

Because several people had more or less experienced the moment of death that happened in front of them up close, although there were several bedrooms in the wooden house, no one dared to sleep alone.

The two women, Lyudon and Claire, slept in the same bedroom, while the other men simply moved the covers to the living room, and all of them were crammed into one hall.

Qi Zihuan is doing what he said, going out for half a day every day, leaving only two paper figures to guard in the wooden house.

Liu Dun once asked him what he was going to do, but after Qi Zihuan vaguely diverted the topic, the others stopped inquiring and sat in the house every day, waiting for him to come back in fear.

As a result, they were safe for three days.

The "Grim Reaper", who had been convulsive for four consecutive votes in 24 hours, seemed to be on vacation, and he never came back in the past three days.

It didn't come, so Qi Zihuan had to go to find it.

In the entire series of movies "The Grim Reaper", in addition to the faceless "Grim Reaper" and the so-called survivors who have been harvested one by one, there is also a particularly strange existence - an African-American corpse collector.

He appears in every film, saying weird things to the protagonists of the movie, and seems to know quite well about the rules of the "Grim Reaper", but it doesn't feel like he's on the same side as the "Grim Reaper".

The audience had mixed opinions.

Some say he is the "Grim Reaper".

It is also said that he successfully evaded the pursuit of the "Grim Reaper" 99 times, and has since been promoted to the alternate "Grim Reaper".

Qi Zihuan is also uncertain about his true identity, but when he still can't break the situation after blocking the "Grim Reaper" accident head-on, he can only regard this African-American uncle as the only breakthrough now.

Qi Zihuan first went to the police station when he went out in the past few days, and after confirming that the two FBI agents had left, he used illusion to hide his whereabouts, and secretly used the police department's computer to check the list of people engaged in the corpse collecting profession in the entire New York City.

As for how to use the police system, he has long been groping for it in the dead world.

Burials are still prevalent in the United States, and cemeteries are mixed between residential and commercial areas. But before the burial of six feet, those ceremonies such as wake, mourning and burial are generally divided into religious and secular forms, so there are two kinds of places like our funeral parlors where the remains of the deceased are stored before burial, one is a church and the other is a de-religious funeral company.

In both places, there are corpse collectors, who are generally responsible for preserving the body, putting on makeup, and arranging the dress.

There are a total of 208 people in New York City who have officially taken up corpse collecting professions, excluding whites and women, and then screening by approximate age range, leaving a list of 14 people.

I checked the funeral company where Terry and Carter worked, but to no avail.

Then he began to check twice a day, starting with the morgue where the church was also located.

The reason is that Qi Zihuan vaguely remembers that the burial scene where this African-American uncle appeared seemed to be a religious form of ceremony.

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At this moment, Qi Zihuan was standing in front of a church, holding a piece of paper with an address in his hand.

The church is small, but the colorful windows, the roof painted with Bible stories, and the crucifix in the center give everyone who walks into the church a sense of solemnity.

Perhaps it wasn't a Sunday, but the church was open, but it was empty.

Qi Zihuan quickly walked through the hall, cast a small illusion on the priest who heard the footsteps coming, and then bypassed the office area and came to the backyard of the church.

In one corner of the courtyard is a small square gray building, which looks like a coffin from a certain angle.

As soon as Qi Zihuan approached, the silver gate suddenly opened.

There were no lights on, and the light was a little dim.

Qi Zihuan was stunned for a moment, then laughed and walked in with squinted eyes.

The air conditioner was turned on in the house, and the temperature was very low, and any breath would turn into a thick fog. In the middle of the room was a mobile hospital bed with a corpse covered in a white cloth.

An African-American uncle was standing next to the corpse, looking at Qi Zihuan faintly and smiling.

It's the one in the movie.

"Are you here?" The tone of the African-American uncle was like that of a friend who suddenly came to the door.

Qi Zihuan approached step by step and asked, "Are you waiting for me?" ”

"I didn't bother to wait for you, but I know you're looking for me."

"Oh?" Qi Zihuan raised his eyebrows, "Then do you know what I'm looking for you for?" ”

"You have a question for me." The uncle waved his hand very casually, indicating that he knew Qi Zihuan's purpose well.

Qi Zihuan also smiled more and said, "Then can you answer me?" ”

"Come on, you look here first." The uncle lifted the white cloth in front of him and lowered it to the abdomen of the corpse.

There was a middle-aged man lying on the hospital bed, although he was bloodless, but the beard and sideburns on his face were exquisitely trimmed, and the muscle lines of his upper body were also well-proportioned and powerful.

"Who is this?" Qi Zihuan asked.

"A lawyer, working at a big law firm in New York, has just won a very large case and is on the rise in his career. If he hadn't died, he might have already started planning to settle down at the seaside after retirement, and maybe buy a boat. The uncle took his right hand and let go of it in mid-air.

The right hand fell limply, as if it had no bones.

"He fell to his death, fell from the eighteenth floor, and luckily didn't hit his face on the ground, which also reduced my workload a lot, but his bones were basically broken." The uncle poked the ribs of the corpse, and the depression formed by finger pressure did not recover for a long time, "You know what? The cause of his death was bizarre...... The day before yesterday, some students who were engaged in social practice visited his law firm, and he led the team to explain that he wanted to demonstrate how strong the floor-to-ceiling glass in the office was, so he fit and hit the tempered glass......"

Tsk, this is a curiosity, Qi Zihuan was a little dumbfounded when he heard it.

"No one expected him to have such an accident, you know, his schedule is already full, and it will be at least a week before he can be scheduled to meet him. It's a pity that it's the 'Grim Reaper' who wants to date him, and the 'Grim Reaper' is generally not willing to wait too long. ”

"So, that piece of tempered glass just had a problem, which caused an accident, and it was also because of the arrangement of the 'Grim Reaper'?" Qi Zihuan asked.

"It looked like an accident, as if a little bit of luck could have avoided it. But in fact, no matter what the accident is, everyone is destined to die no matter what. Even if some people escape for a while, they can't escape their fate after all. Uncle Black said with a smirk, "Everyone is the same for death. ”

Well, fatalism......

Qi Zihuan pursed his lips.

The fatalistic worldview was too pessimistic, and he never liked it.

"Uncle, have you ever heard a sentence......

"Huh?"

"Man is inherently dead, or heavier than Mount Tai, or lighter than the feather......"

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