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This leader is new, not the one he used to be easy to talk to and communicate.

When the leader heard Ji Zimo say this, he laughed dryly and said: "I'm afraid this won't work, we have signed a contract with the family of the deceased, if it violates the rules, you know, then you have to pay a large amount of compensation." ”

The deceased enters the funeral home, goes through a series of regulations, and then the family chooses a package service, which includes leaving the deceased with the last dignity as a human being, that is, a humanized beauty before entering the crematorium, and then a condolence ceremony composed of relatives before sending it to the melting furnace.

In fact, these are superficial phenomena, who knows how the deceased came over before his death? Once the condolences are completed, the deceased is sent to the melting furnace, and the deceased is catalyzed by the flames and turned into a handful of ashes, and the life of the deceased is over.

What Ji Zimo is afraid of is that the deceased is unwilling to leave, and there are grievances and unfulfilled wishes. For example, the stone forest, which was blind to death, tossed for so long, and was finally sucked into the dark passage of the River Styx.

"Then you find someone else."

Seeing Ji Zimo standing up to leave, the leader said with a bitter face: "Is this life really so difficult? No one dares to take over the whole workshop, if you don't take over, who else can take over? ”

"Don't say it, you really can't do this job, not only can't you do it, you have to let them get rid of the dead as soon as possible." Ji Zimo couldn't bear to leave, and said with a gloomy face.

"What happens if you stay?"

Ji Zimo suddenly said angrily: "People will die." ”

The leader was skeptical, he knew Ji Zimo's ability, and some things were not good to say on the table. He regretted that he did not understand the situation clearly, because the other party's bid was surprisingly high, and he did not hesitate to sign the incineration series contract.

"How is that possible? You do your part, and don't worry about the rest. This young leader is hard-hearted, and he has to ask Ji Zimo to do the beauty.

"Do you really want me to do it?" Ji Zimo's face became more and more ugly, and he squeezed out four words from between his teeth and asked.

The young leader avoided Ji Zimo's aggressive gaze and cut the railway: "Do." ”

The other party is the leader, and he can say whatever he wants, unless he doesn't want to do it here, pat his ass and leave. Escaping from the battlefield is not Ji Zimo's style, even if he wants to leave, he has to settle this matter.

"If you really want me to do it, you have to promise me two conditions."

Hearing Ji Zimo say this, the leader seemed to see a large pile of banknotes shaking in front of him, and he smiled happily: "Don't say two conditions, even a hundred I promise you." ”

"First, prepare an old and sharp cleaving knife in the fifth room, and second, you must find out the identity of the deceased and the link between relatives."

Placing a cleaving knife in a place for the beauty of the deceased is not in accordance with the rules, and it is necessary to check the privacy of others. The leader once again felt that Ji Zimo was not easy to deal with, and the conditions he proposed were very tricky, but if he didn't agree to his conditions, the deceased would not be able to successfully send them to the melting furnace.

As an interested party, the leader gritted his teeth and finally agreed to the conditions proposed by Ji Zimo. However, let's just explain, let's not take this as an example.

Ji Zimo scolded secretly: Something with a wolf's heart and a dog's lungs, who wants to do this? scolded in his heart, but on the surface, he was not shocked, walked to the door and remembered something, turned around and said: "That girl named Xiao Yun, don't follow me, it's useless, and you have to make trouble for my brother." ”

"Don't, Xiao Yun is my cousin, she wants to feel the weird atmosphere here, she wants to write a book, you agree to her request, and she will leave when this life is over."

"Writers?"

Ji Zimo shook his head, I really don't know if this young leader has feces in his head, the idea is so simple, and there are a bit of two. He sneered, leaned close to the leader's ear, and whispered: "You really don't know that in addition to people, there is also a thing called "ghost" in this world? ”

Ghost! The leader is actually weak in his heart, if he didn't want to intern in the funeral home, he could be transferred away smoothly, and the ghost uncle would come to work here. However, he is a leader anyway, no matter what extraordinary abilities the person in front of him has, the position is below him.

The leader said with a calm face and disdainful tone: "Ji Zimo pay attention to your words and deeds, don't engage in those tricks that deceive people, I am an atheist, so your so-called ghost, I am not interested, go to work!" ”

Stinks! Ji Zimo scolded in his heart, came out of the leader's office, and met Xiao Yun head-on.

Xiao Yun smiled with a compliment, greeted him and said, "Master." ”

Ji Zimo ignored her courteous performance, and walked over in front of her like a gust of wind with an indifferent face.

Xiao Yun ran a few steps, barely keeping up with Ji Zimo's footsteps, "Master, you?" She was worried, afraid that Ji Zimo would refuse to accept her as an apprentice, and that it would be fake to come to the funeral home for an internship, and she really wanted to dig out some valuable supernatural information from him.

As long as she has these solid supernatural materials, she must have been born with a unique supernatural book in her hands.

Ji Zimo stood still and glanced at Xiao Yun lightly: "Don't go too far." ”

Xiao Yun didn't understand, she didn't do anything excessive, right? After walking a few steps and thinking for a while, she caught up again and said, "Master, what did I do wrong?" ”

Ji Zimo stopped, looked at this charming and delicate face seriously, and said, "You didn't feel anything wrong just now?" ”

"What?" Xiao Yun was secretly frightened, looking left and right, but he still didn't understand what Ji Zimo meant.

"Stupid woman, listen well, did you feel cold on your shoulders just now, and there was a gust of wind behind you?" Ji Zimo had a mysterious expression on his face, and his deep eyes were like a bottomless spring, which made people unable to penetrate.

Xiao Yun was shocked when she heard this, and secretly recalled that she felt that her shoulders were cold before, and she was still jumping in place. The gust of wind behind her also made her look back countless times, could it be - she looked around nervously, reached out and touched her shoulder.

"What could it be?"

"I said just now, not about you, it's a little ghost riding on your shoulder and playing with your hair." As Ji Zimo spoke, he threw away his strides and widened the distance between him and Xiao Yun.

Xiao Yun thought about it carefully, and then looked around with a weak heart, and suddenly his mother screamed, and he ran to chase Ji Zimo.

Ji Zimo was extremely depressed.

In the past, when you were in a funeral parlor, you could feel the death from all directions, and there were some ghosts who were stubborn and unwilling to leave. These ghosts have a lot of respect for him, and they just play here, and generally don't make trouble.

But now he can't feel the dead air, and he can't see those ghosts, so he scared Xiao Yun just now. Unexpectedly, this girl couldn't help but be frightened, her face changed color, thinking about it, he secretly pursed his lips and smiled, which was also a short-lived smile, and the heavy pressure was heavy on his heart again.

Ji Zimo was chased all the way back to Room 5 by Xiao Yun.

As soon as he arrived in room five, he was surrounded by the family members of the deceased.

"What the fuck are you, hurry up and make it for my daddy, or I'll have to remove a few of your bones." A brutal-looking man, with his arms swinging with iron bumps, yelled at him viciously.

"If you collect money, you have to do things, and I don't know how you got the title of special funeral director." Another woman with heavy makeup was yin and yang, and said with a winkled eyebrow.

After that, the family burst into laughter.

Ji Zimo didn't make a sound, and opened the door and entered the house as usual.

A cleaving knife, with a cold glow, rested on the side of the morgue. On the morgue bed, it was still covered with a white sheet.

The disembowelment knife has countless sinister aura, and I don't know how many times the abdomen of the deceased has been cut since the disembowelment. Before the deceased enters the melting furnace, the abdomen must be cut open with a rifling knife to avoid the explosion of the abdomen during incineration.

Ji Zimo faced this dead corpse with a hideous face alone, and there was a rifling knife to suppress it, presumably the resentment of the deceased would not explode. He silently recited the requiem mantra in his heart for a moment, opening up the topic as if he were talking to someone about home.

"Old man, life and death are the same thing, dead and dead, it is liberation, it is better than living to suffer crimes, you can cooperate with me well, so that I can successfully leave you the last dignity as a human being."

The corpse stiffened, its mouth wide open, its eyes bulging.

Ji Zimo washed the deceased's face with warm water to moisten his stiff epidermis, so that he could loosen the epidermis and use techniques to close his mouth.

In general, this situation is not to scare people, but it is the expression of the mortician who is particularly taboo, the dead do not turn a blind eye to the unfulfilled wishes, and the dead open their mouths to eat people.

The deceased had both, so no one dared to take over this job except Ji Zimo.

Now with the suppression of the cleaving knife, coupled with Ji Zimo's kind words and persuasion, coupled with a little skill and synthetic technology, the deceased's mouth was finally closed, and his eyes were covered by two shriveled eyelids.

The old man really died pitifully, skin and bones, under a skin, full of bones.

Ji Zimo took off his mask, bowed to the deceased who was wearing makeup, and said, "Go all the way, I hope you don't look back." ”

The family took away the body with makeup, and said crookedly: "Hmph, you still have to scold before you can do things." ”

Xiao Yun leaned against the wall, holding his elbows to look at Ji Zimo.

Ji Zimo walked over, pulled her away, and said, "Don't lean against the wall." ”

Because of the previous incident, Xiao Yun was scared a lot, and this time Ji Zimo said that he couldn't lean against the wall.

Xiao Yun was very strange, the walls were clean, and there was something bad there.

Ji Zimo walked far away, and Xiao Yun was still looking at the wall. He did not go to rest, but to the condolence hall.

In the condolence hall, there are many filial sons and grandsons standing in rows, all with smiles on their faces, some are joking and playing at will, and some children are defecating everywhere. Some staff members stepped forward to dissuade them, and they were met with bad words.

A man in a Taoist robe, chanting words in his mouth, shouting and bowing, no one cared for them, and those so-called relatives were playing with their mobile phones, chatting, waiting to chat next to the child.

Ji Zimo was dumbfounded, his teeth itched with hatred, and he couldn't help but rush up and punch a young man who was swearing.

The person who was beaten did not give up on Ji Zimo, and the two scuffled in the condolence hall.

The condolence hall, which was supposed to be quiet and solemn, turned into a mess in an instant, and some family members said that they would complain about the poor management of the funeral home and the special funeral director named Ji Zimo.

The young leaders came, Xiao Yun also came, and more colleagues came.

Ji Zimo was pulled away and sent to the leader's office.

The family sent the body to the melting furnace.

Ji Zimo Tieqing's face was green, his chest rose and fell violently, and his fists were squeezed. He said to the leader word by word: "The body can't be cremated like this." ”