At night, the suburban morgue compound............

"Old money, I'll go first!"

"Hey, okay, you slow down on the road, it's going to snow tonight, go back and be careful to wear more clothes tomorrow."

"Okay, close the door, don't send me cold outside."

After speaking, Cheng Xiao rode an electric three-wheeler, pressed the horn twice, and hummed a little song to get out of the gate.

Qian Zhihuan locked the door and returned to the guardhouse, he has been working in the morgue compound for almost ten years, looking at the corpse is a very lucrative job in these years, Cheng Xiao has also worked for a few years, if he wasn't old and didn't have a driver's license, he would have driven a good car a long time ago, Qian Zhihuan, Cheng Xiao, Hengdao, the three of them are three employees in this compound, and the three of them take turns to work every day.

Qian Zhihuan is the person with the highest working experience of the three, and the largest of the three, and then Cheng Xiao, Cheng Xiao is also more than sixty years, and he has been working for three years, this Hengdao was introduced by someone, and it has been less than a year since he came, this person is a little bit not like to talk, but he is not sloppy in doing things, after all, it is not easy to find a job when he is almost fifty people, or this kind of place with a lot of salary, who doesn't want to work hard, and no one wants to exclude him.

After Qian Zhihuan sent Cheng Xiao away, as usual, he plugged in an electric kettle in the guardhouse, then took off a large handful of keys, took a flashlight, wrapped his coat and went to patrol the morgue.

The morgue of this morgue compound is not small, but it is not very big, otherwise there will not be only one person who guards the door, and there is no other place for monitoring except for the front door and back door, and the main entrance of the compound has a camera, so after work, in order to ensure that nothing is damaged or lost, the successor has to go to patrol around.

There is only one floor in the morgue, a total of four large morgues, on both sides of the corridor, there is a window at the east end that has been closed, there are a total of two lights in the corridor, one on each side of the corridor, after a long time, and the light is also a low-watt yellow bulb, so the corridor is not very bright, it should be because of this Qian Zhihuan came out with a flashlight.

Qian Zhihuan went in one by one to investigate, the first room was to put temporary corpses, most of the corpses in this room were ready to be cremated and transported for a few days for storage for something, this room is also called a temporary morgue, the corpses here are stored in the refrigerator, Qian Zhihuan is not afraid that it may have been used to it for a long time, after striding in, he took out the keys and opened them one by one, and after checking them, Qian Zhihuan went out of the door and locked them, and walked into the next morgue.

This morgue is a special personnel morgue, and when it comes to this special Qian Zhihuan, he is also very speechless, some people who are a little bit more unique when they die, so the morgue compound has a morgue that is more luxurious than other morgues, so that people who have paid more money after death lie in this room.

Qian Zhihuan took a few general glances and walked out of the room.

The remaining two rooms are at the easternmost end of the corridor, Qian Zhihuan looked at these two rooms and muttered a little in his heart, although Qian Zhihuan has been working for ten years, when it comes to these two rooms, Qian Zhihuan is still a little resistant at night.

The south side of these two rooms is the long-term morgue, and the north side is the tragic morgue, and the bodies in these two rooms are placed in the room, because there are no mortuary cabinets in these two rooms, that is, refrigerated cabinets, and all the bodies are lying on wooden boards, covered with white cloths.

As for the reason...... Save money!

As the name suggests, a long-term morgue is a room where long-term corpses are parked, and these corpses are either not claimed by their families, or they are found in a wild place, etc., etc., so no one has paid for it all the time, and the morgue compound is definitely not willing to take it out to buy a morgue for them, nor is it willing to pay a lot of electricity bills, so it is placed in the room, the room is the same as the cold room, and the corpse is frozen to prevent it from rotting, and it will not be disposed of until half a year when no one comes to claim it.

And this tragic morgue is even more infiltrating, most of the people in this room are miserable deaths, falling from the upper floors, being hit and killed in the car, and being dissected by forensic doctors or human teaching, one by one, either the limbs are incomplete, or they are disemboweled, these corpses can still be put in the morgue, all of them are placed in the room, and the bed board and white cloth are covered.

Although Qian Zhihuan's scalp was a little numb, he still had to go to see it for the sake of his own job, and after hastily reading the long-term morgue, he opened the tragic morgue, and as soon as the door opened, a cold wind hit Qian Zhihuan, who was wearing thick cotton clothes, shivered.

"It's a shame, hey." If you say something by yourself, it can be regarded as emboldening yourself, and when you are afraid, people say it, and it is a little uncomfortable to hold it in your heart.

Qian Zhihuan took the flashlight and walked in, Qian Zhihuan only walked a few steps away from the door and swept around with the flashlight, Qian Zhihuan looked from left to right, one by one the white cloth bulging to prove that there were corpses, until he saw the corpse on the very edge, Qian Zhihuan's flashlight was not held steady and almost fell to the ground, "My mother!" Qian Zhihuan saw a white cloth suddenly puffed up, Qian Zhihuan can be regarded as a person who has been guarding the corpse for ten years, and he was not scared away in an instant, but cold sweat and goosebumps kept popping up.

Qian Zhihuan wanted to go back to the guardhouse as soon as possible, but it was too irresponsible to leave the first place like this, in case there was really any problem, he would not be far from being laid off. He had no choice but to walk in step by step, trying to avoid passing corpses, and walking in front of the white cloth little by little. Qian Zhihuan held the flashlight in one hand and quickly opened it with the other, shh can be a few words of scolding in his heart, how did he let himself encounter this again, fortunately he did not have a heart attack.

When Qian Zhihuan was about to cover the corpse with a cloth, something terrifying happened, the corpse's eyes were opened, Qian Zhihuan shuddered, and when he lifted the white cloth, he clearly remembered that the corpse was closed, but now he was staring at himself deadly, there seemed to be a sinister smile at the corner of his mouth, and there was a circle of beard under his mouth, and the most important beard was stubble! This really scared Qian Zhihuan, the stubble grew after being dead for several days!