Zhao Huanshu saw the location of the big iron gate that came in ten meters behind him, and it looked foggy at this time, and there seemed to be vague floating faces in these white mist...... If you walk past, something absolutely unimaginable will happen.

Immediately afterwards, when Zhao Huanshu faced the ghost list in his mobile phone to the white mist, the font of the message really became a little red: There are indeed ghosts there!

"Brother Zhao, what's wrong with you today? I feel like you're hiding something from me. The fat man looked at Zhao Huanshu with his eyebrows, he followed Zhao Huanshu's gaze towards the big iron gate, but he didn't show surprise, it seems that the strange fog can only be seen by Zhao Huanshu.

"I'll go back and tell you later, hurry up and follow Yang He and them." Zhao Huanshu knew that he couldn't go back, so he simply broke the jar, patted the fat man's shoulder, and followed Yang He and He Xueyi in front.

When the group came to the door of the funeral home, Yang He used a flashlight to shine around, and the dark night seemed to splash ink in the air, and the light seemed to not shine too far.

Paradise Funeral Home is built very plainly, the last renovation was in the nineties, more than 20 years from now, the front of the large wooden door is painted with black paint, on the wooden door hangs a black background white plaque, "Heaven Funeral Home" in the words, as if revealing a coolness.

"This door is locked tightly...... But it's fine. Yang He took out a paper clip and began to pry the door.

Zhao Huanshu wondered: "I said Yang He, where did you learn this trick?" ”

"You don't know? Haha, when I was a freshman in high school, I found that the school's sports equipment room, the door there is also this kind of lock, since I learned to pick this kind of lock, it is convenient for me and Xueyi to do things after school! Yang He drank wine and accidentally said something terrible, and He Xueyi pinched his arm and immediately closed his mouth, and saw the fat man next to him looking at himself with a **** face and smiling.

Yang He hurriedly changed the topic: "Oh, pry it open, this funeral parlor The year before last, I had an uncle who opened a small company died, and his employees held a simple memorial service for him, because the uncle's relatives were also invited, so I had been here with my parents, and it was the first time I came to this kind of place, and I felt curious and ran around inside, and I found the morgue here, and I took you there." ”

Crunch......

The door of the funeral home opened, and the sound of wood grinding against it sounded very uncomfortable.

There was an echo of the door opening in the hall, it was pitch black inside, with the help of the light of everyone's flashlights, I saw that there were about 300 square meters here, and the places on the left and right against the wall were full of wreaths, and in the middle of the wall in front of them, there was suddenly a huge posthumous photo, which must have been prepared for a certain memorial service tomorrow.

"This! No way?! The moment Zhao Huanshu saw that posthumous photo, he immediately felt that something was wrong.

In the posthumous photo, she is a very delicate girl, her delicate facial features are about to catch up with the young actress, she looks at everyone with a faint smile, but this kind of smile always gives people an indescribable sense of discomfort, just by looking at it, there is a feeling that the chest is pressed by something.

What's more...... Zhao Huanshu has seen this posthumous photo!

It was a ghost list information a year ago, and he was asked to stare at a girl's last photo at dusk, and the last photo in front of him was exactly the same as what Zhao Huanshu saw at that time!

Moreover, in the middle of the night that day, Zhao Huanshu also saw the hallucination of the girl's bleeding in the posthumous photo...... still remembers that the ghost list said that she was hit by a car and died.

People who died two years ago are supposed to be buried in the ground long ago, how can it be delayed until two years later to hold a memorial service?!

The corners of Zhao Huanshu's eyes twitched, and he always felt that the girl in the photo was ...... The corners of his mouth are trembling slightly! Zhao Huanshu immediately withdrew his gaze, and saw the fat man on the side staring at the photo in a daze.

"Alas, it's a pity for such a beautiful girl, and I don't know how she died, how nice it would be if she was still alive to be my girlfriend!" The fat man sighed and actually gave a flying kiss to the posthumous photo!

"I'm rubbing fat, you're too heavy-mouthed, aren't you? You can do this kind of thing, so be careful that she will come to you later. Zhao Huanshu hurriedly stopped the fat man.

"Go, go, go! Who to scare! What age is it, and you still instill feudal superstitions in the fat brother? The fat man looked at Zhao Huanshu with disdain.

"I mean, you have to have respect for the dead, right?" Zhao Huanshu shook his head: "Forget it, let's go quickly." ”

Zhao Huanshu couldn't wait to leave here immediately, and immediately followed Yang He and the others into a small wooden door at the back of the hall.

Bang, with the sound of the wooden door closing, the funeral hall returned to dead silence, but soon, in this dead silence, there was a faint cry......

Yang He and the others naturally didn't hear the abnormality in the hall, behind the small wooden door, there was a dark corridor, the corridor was not wide, the left and right sides were the lower part of the green paint, and the upper part of the white lime wall, which was very typical of the nineties style.

Zhao Huanshu and his entourage turned on the flashlight and walked quickly in the endless darkness of the corridor.

In the process of walking, the fat man next to Zhao Huanshu shook his mobile phone and smiled at everyone: "I said, let's have a live broadcast!" Haha, the name of the room is 'Who the fuck breaks into the funeral home at night'! When the time comes, let the audience brush a few sports cars, and I will have an embarrassing dance in the morgue! You can also make a fortune by the way! ”

"I said you're enough!" Zhao Huanshu said angrily: "Let's not say anything else, beware of people reporting and letting the police arrest you!" ”

"Oh, I'll be caught, then ......" At this time, the fat man glanced at his mobile phone and said, "It's weird, why is there no signal on my mobile phone?" What about you? ”

When everyone heard this, they immediately looked at their mobile phones: everyone's signal grid was empty at some point!

At this moment, a strange sound suddenly came from the empty dark corridor.

"Ahem."

"Ahem, ahem!!"

"I said Zhao nerd, why are you coughing if you have nothing to do?" The fat man's voice trembled.

"I didn't cough!" Zhao Huanshu's face was innocent.

"yes, fatty, who has a cough? Baby wife, do you hear me? Yang He frowned, clenched his fists and looked around.

"I didn't ...... There is no ......"

"Cut, dead fat man, you know that you are really cowardly!" Yang He's face was full of ridicule, and he said to the fat man.

"I'm not yelling......"

"Okay, okay, don't talk nonsense, it's estimated that it's too remote here to receive a signal on your mobile phone, let's go quickly, we're going to the morgue." Yang He glanced at his mobile phone and said to everyone.

The four of them walked for an unknown amount of time, and finally came to a room at the end of the corridor, Yang He pulled He Xueyi, who was hiding behind him, and the flashlight shone on the door of the room in front of him...... If that's a gate.

I saw that this room was very strange, the walls on both sides were snow-white lime powder, but the door frame of this room was actually made of bricks, and the bricks were a little blackened, and they looked a little old.

There was no door in the house, and a straw mat hanging down to the ground was hung on the door frame, and the straw mat was written in red paint with two crooked characters, "Taiping".

Yang He let out a "huh" and muttered: "It's strange, the last time I came here, the door of the morgue was iron, and the door frame was not made of bricks, how did it change?" Is it in renovation? ”

Zhao Huanshu's heart beat like a drum, and he suddenly exclaimed: "It's not decoration!" I remember my uncle said that in the sixties and seventies the mortuary would be built with bricks and then hung with a big straw mat! What age is it now, how can it be decorated like this? ”

Ahem!!

"Zhao Huanshu, you are popular science! Why are you coughing so loudly?! Yang He said angrily: "Believe it or not, I'll clean you up!" ”

Zhao Huanshu was aggrieved: "It's not me, it's a fat man!" ”

"Big, big brother...... It's not me ......," the fat man's voice revealed a cry.