Naturally, I don't care about that, if they use me, of course. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info But it seems that the reception staff of the personnel management office is very willing to give me this job, and as for the salary, I am even more satisfied, 6,000 yuan a month.

This kind of work without having to work for a day and getting paid is really satisfying, although it is not for food, but at least it is for housing, which is also good.

It's just that the old man was really a little unhappy when he heard my promise, and he was finally intimidated and scared away by me all the way.

I heard that none of the people who saw the morgue were young people, but they were also a little afraid because of those mysterious yin and yang stories. However, listening to them, my job is not only to look at the morgue, but also to be responsible for the registration of corpses, which means that I will record the information according to the information when I send a corpse in case I make a mistake.

But I always think that this kind of thing can't be wrong, after all, even if family and friends are separated by yin and yang, they generally don't recognize it.

The first day also has some familiarity with the work, but in general it is much stronger than the construction site. In fact, there are many patients in the conniving hospital, but the number of deaths per day is not so large. Originally, the staff on duty here asked for shift shifts, but I myself was assigned to the night shift for some reason, and the other person only worked the day shift.

But I'd love it, because I still don't like to go back and forth to change shifts. As for day and night, I don't care much, and it doesn't make a difference to me.

After all, most of the hospitals are closed at night, and the remaining doctors on duty are not very good at treating people, and naturally no dead people are sent over.

The first day was spent with ease.

The next day, when I was taking advantage of the fact that no one was closing my eyes to practice, I suddenly felt someone tap on the shoulder, and when I opened my eyes, there was no one around me, and there were no ghosts.

I closed my eyes again, and my shoulder was tapped again, and there was still no one and no ghosts.

I looked around, but it was clear that there was no one, anything, just, what the hell was going on?

I went back and forth vigilantly a few times, but found nothing.

I had no choice but to close my eyes again and continue to cultivate, and then let the little ghost disk on my shoulder to show me this unknown thing.

Dangdangdang......

There was a knock on the door of the duty room, and I opened it, and there was a man in a black coat and a black brimmed hat standing outside the door.

Although it is more than September now, but the Shanghai market is close to the sea, the temperature here is not much low, although it is not as hot as the summer day, but it still does not reach the level of wearing a coat, and the vast majority of people are still wearing short sleeves!

The man held a black plastic bag in his hand, and just stood at the door quietly, without saying a word.

This is the basement floor of the hospital, and it stands to reason that ordinary people cannot come close, and those who come here must have a certificate issued by a doctor to claim the body. But this person obviously did not look for the body with a certificate.

"Sir, this is the morgue, may I ask ......"

Before I could finish my sentence, he raised his hand to interrupt me, "Listen, do you have any sound?" The man's voice rang out, hoarse and low. It's so cold that there's no emotion.

Sound? I thought I had a good ear, and I could detect the footsteps of a few floors away, but now there was hardly any sound except for me and his breathing.

"He's coming!" The man's voice sounded again, still hoarse, still so cold.

He's coming? Who's coming? Is there anyone else here? Ghosts, nowhere are people here?

I looked at him strangely, but he didn't seem to pay attention to my gaze and wanted to stagger me inside.

But I stopped me: "Sir, this is a morgue, you can't enter at will without the procedures of the hospital!" ”

When he saw that I was holding him back, he stopped breaking in, put the black bag in his hand in my hand, and turned away.

Only one sentence remained: "When he arrives, give it to him, and if he doesn't come within three days, burn it!" ”

I watched his back disappear around the corner and took the black bag back, who the hell was he? Who is this person? This endless series of words directly made me dizzy.

But since I don't understand, I don't understand, and the person who thinks about him will come and ask me for this bag himself. It's just that I'm curious about what's in this bag, but after all, it's someone else's stuff, and I can't easily inspect it.

Back in the duty room, I started to practice again, and suddenly, someone patted me on the shoulder again, but now Xiao You was clearly on my shoulder, but it didn't feel anything, I looked at Xiao You with a blank face, and couldn't help frowning.

This is not the first time I have felt this feeling, I don't believe that I am hallucinating, so there is only one possibility, that is, there is really something that can pat me on the shoulder under Xiao Yu's nose.

Just as I was suspicious, there was another knock on the door of the duty room.

With a rhythm, a rhythm knocking on the door. Again and again, so crisp in this empty morgue.

I opened the door, and there was still the same man outside the door, with a black coat and a black hat, but there was no black plastic bag.

"Did you see him?" His hoarse voice sounded, this time it was not as calm as before, although it was still as cold as it was, but it was obvious that there was a hint of fear in his trembling voice.

Suddenly, he raised his hand as if he was waving to someone, and I turned around, and there was no one behind him, and there were no ghosts, so who was he waving to?

This seems to be a neurotic man, but there is a trace of weirdness inside and out.

When I looked back at him again, he turned away again.

I returned to the duty room, and just as I wanted to continue cultivating, the black bag was gone!

Where did it go? When I came into the room, it was clearly on the table, but it was underneath, and there were no windows, so everyone who wanted to come in had to go through the door, but apparently there was no one at all.

But who took the black plastic bag?

There was a dead silence in the morgue, there was no corpse here, and there were no ghosts except the corpse, but the black plastic bag was strangely gone.

And who was the one who slapped me on the shoulder silently before?

I searched every nook and cranny of the room, but everything was still the same, even the dead bodies in the freezer.

So, who is that "person"?

And who could this man in a black coat be?

What exactly is he doing with these actions?

I kept thinking about it, almost immersed in this strange event.

Suddenly, the door to the duty room rang again......