Chapter 20: Sending the corpse on the road
I didn't care so much for the time being, so I went back to sleep first, and it was already 2 o'clock in the afternoon when I woke up.
My stomach was almost flat with hunger, and now I remembered that the last meal seemed to be with Zhao Shanfu and them, so I quickly went out to find a roadside stall in the school to fill my stomach, and went to Lao Song's office when I turned around.
I didn't think it before, but when I walked into Lao Song's office, I felt that the smell of smoke in Lao Song's office could basically ensure that no mosquitoes and flies could survive!
Liu Yuwei was sitting in the office facing Lao Song, and Lao Song said hello after seeing me: Yuwei has already reported to me about last night's incident, you can sit down first.
I nodded, picked up another chair to sit in front of Lao Song's desk, and was about to talk to Liu Yuwei when I saw her and almost fainted.
Liu Yuwei has a pair of diving goggle-like eyes and a huge mask, almost covering her face tightly! It's really armed to the teeth!
What's going on with you? I was taken aback.
It's nothing, I have a lot of smoke here, if you don't get used to it, you can do it, it's okay. Lao Song pointed to the ashtray on his table full of cigarette butts and looked like an incense burner and said: "Yuwei has already reported your situation to me yesterday, but this is the first time I've heard of this kind of thing, why have I never seen a ghost?"
Yuwei's life is soft, and she has a rare yin eye, so it's normal to see ghosts, and I'm also because I've been dealing with corpses for a long time, and the yin qi on my body is heavy. I said with a smile. The latest chapter has been uploaded
When Liu Yuwei heard me say that I often touched corpses, she gave me a strange look.
Oh? Yuwei still has yin eyes? It was a bonus. Lao Song nodded and said with some joy.
Professor Song, I don't think there's anything to be happy about! Liu Yuwei said as if protesting.
Hehe, you have such a special ability, then you should make good use of it instead of rejecting it. Lao Song smiled, and didn't say anything more about this, but said: The matter of ghosts is really not within the scope of our funeral science, and I still need to look up information to know what to do, but I received a message just now, and I will tell you now.
Zhao Shihan's father, Zhao Shanfu, called and said that he had calculated the day with the mage, and was going to bury his daughter in advance, and we were going to put on makeup for the corpse this afternoon, and then send the coffin to the funeral home.
I nodded: Early burial? When is the body going to be cremated?
It should be buried at two o'clock in the morning the day after tomorrow. Lao Song thought for a while and said: You have to keep an eye on it when the time comes.
We are funeral workers, so shouldn't we have to accompany the vigil? Liu Yuwei on the side asked with a frown.
It stands to reason that no, but this time we need to understand what this case is all about, so you are where you are. Lao Song smiled and said: By the way, Lei Heng will come back after he goes, and he still needs his help in daily affairs here.
Speaking of this, Lao Song simply said: That's it for the rest of the day: the two of you will become a working group, and you will work with your partner in the future.
But Professor, I'm here to study, huh? Why did you get here and solve the case? Liu Yuwei said as if protesting.
If you're not satisfied, it's okay, then you can transfer to another college. Lao Song looked at Liu Yuwei and said without being salty.
This Liu Yuwei withered
What kind of bet did this girl make to make her so persistent? So scared, so persistent, must come.
Although I don't know what is greasy in this, I am sure that this matter has something to do with Lao Song, and the family behind Liu Yuwei is definitely not simple!
It should be about the same, Lei Heng and Leng Zhu are meeting to understand how to put on makeup on the corpse, by the way, bring this to them. The two of you should also go and find out about the specific business. Old Song gave me a bag of things.
It feels soft to the touch, and it looks like a bag of clothes or something.
I nodded, and Liu Yuwei followed me out of Lao Song's office.
Walking out of Lao Song's office with heavy haze, I dared to take a big breath of fresh air, Liu Yuwei also brought her mask and eyes, but it looked like her eyes were full of bloodshots.
How? Didn't sleep well? I looked into Liu Yuwei's eyes and said.
You tell me? I saw the ghost all night, and when I closed my eyes, it was all the female ghost in white, and I had a lot of nightmares Liu Yuwei said with a bitter face.
Did you get that piece of Kunlun diamond jade? I said as I walked.
yes, you still have that thing with you when you go to bed? How do you sleep so hard?
The next time you feel restless before going to bed, wear that thing: this piece of jade can not only block evil spirits, but also calm the nerves, and if you feel uncomfortable on your neck, you can also wear it on your wrist. I'm about to enter the morgue, so take it with you. I said casually.
Liu Yuwei nodded, dug out the Kunlun diamond jade from the collar on her chest and smiled at me.
Wearing jade for a while may start to gradually blacken, tell me at that time, I can recover it for you, otherwise it will reduce the effect. I nodded.
By this time, we had reached the door of the morgue.
By the way, Zhang Heng, I haven't thanked you yet. This piece of jade is very valuable, right? It doesn't seem like it's good for me to want you for nothing, right? Liu Yuwei said in a tentative tone.
It doesn't matter, I'll give it to you, but you remember: since the jade is more with you, you are the owner of the jade, the longer you wear it, the more it fits you, and you can't discard it at will, if the jade is accidentally broken, you must bury the jade well, because it is for you to prevent disasters, in short, wearing jade is a lot, and then I will slowly tell you well.
Walking into the morgue, Zhao Shihan's body was already placed on the planing bed outside, and the cold bolt was putting on makeup for the corpse.
Are you here? Did you bring the clothes of the corpse? Lei Heng on the side was helping the cold bolt, looked at us and immediately asked.
This should be it, right? I took out the cloth bag, opened it, and it felt familiar: this dress
Isn't this our school uniform? Liu Yuwei immediately recognized it: women's school uniforms! Did Professor Song take it wrong?
That's right, this is it. Lei Heng tidied up his clothes: You still don't know? This Zhao Shihan is from our school.
Liu Yuwei and I looked at each other and shook our heads.
She is a student in the Department of Economics and Management, a sophomore, but she rarely comes to class. Her father said that his daughter was a student, so he wore a student uniform into the mourning hall, and we had to find a female student uniform.
If you don't wear a uniform or a school uniform when you enter the mourning hall, it's okay, since the family asks for it.
There is no underwear in this outfit, only a skirt and a top on the outside, and the skirt is very simple to wear and can be put on directly.
Liu Yuwei stood on the side and looked at the upper body of the frozen corpse, and said with some doubts: What should I do if the skirt of the half body is easy to handle the upper body?
Hehe, Senior Sister Yuwei, you don't understand, look at your senior brother and mine!
Lei Heng picked up a pair of scissors from the side, cut it directly along the back of the school uniform, and then split the school uniform in two, becoming two halves.
Then, put the left hand on the left and the right hand on the right, pull it in the back, and then button it, and a set of school uniforms is finished!
It's still open in the back! Liu Yuwei was a little incomprehensible.
Senior Sister Yuwei, the corpse won't move, as long as the clothes look good on the surface, it's done, who will see what the clothes behind the corpse look like? Lei Heng laughed.
In this way, the corpse was basically neat, and the cold bolt had almost done its job.
I can't figure out why this black ghost came to work as a mortician in a university, but judging by his actions, he seems to be quite skilled in doing this.
First, the corpse's face was cleaned, powdered to make the face whiter, then the corpse's eyelashes were repaired to see if there were any sunken spots to be rounded, and finally the corpse's hair should be combed well, making the whole corpse look as if it was sleeping.
It's okay, let's drive around, it's about time. The cold bolt clapped his hands and said.
Senior Brother Leng, how is the investigation of this girl's network connections? I asked, looking at the cold bolt.
It's a little complicated, I investigated her home IP and found that she has at least three QQ numbers, two Taobao accounts, and something else, and it seems that all the contact information has been cleaned up after her death, and I'm trying to recover her contact files and chat history or something, it will take some time.
The cold bolt usually doesn't speak, but when asked about business questions, his answers are very comprehensive.
Why investigate Taobao accounts? I'm a little puzzled.
It's important to look at what a woman buys and you can guess what kind of person the woman is. Leng Zhu said expressionlessly.
That's right. Liu Yuwei nodded: Senior Brother Leng, you really know women, what is Senior Sister doing now?
It is estimated that Liu Yuwei just asked casually, but Leng Zhu was stunned.
After standing for about three seconds, a trace of ripple flashed in Leng Zhu's eyes, and he said to us: Send it where it should be, I'm going to watch a series
After saying that, he walked out without looking back.
Looking at the back of the cold bolt, Liu Yuwei looked at us with a pair of almond eyes wide: Did I say something wrong?
I looked at Lei Heng, Lei Heng hugged his arms and sighed and said: I don't know the specifics, but it's definitely not for nothing that our senior brother has changed from a top hacker to a mortician, but I'm afraid the specific situation is only known by Lao Song, the old smoking gun.