Jiushan Village, Old Street!

Yang Jun didn't go back to school with Yang Tian and the others, it was daytime, and he wanted to go to the twenty-four-hour wreath shop to see what was so special in it.

During the day, you can occasionally see a few figures walking through the old street, the car is gone, the road surface of the old street can not walk modern cars at all, the big stones are bumpy and uneven, who wants nothing to drive in, it will be overhauled, and it is difficult to get out of here if it is not good. No wonder there is no flow on this street, where the consumption is not based on traffic, in this situation, there will be ghosts if it can be developed.

However, it is also clearly abandoned, leaving behind two rows of wooden buildings, which are just equivalent to ancient buildings, and occasionally attract some tourists to come in and wander around.

When Yang Jun stood in front of the wreath shop again, he was stunned, his eyes looked left and right, and finally made sure that he was really not looking for the wrong place. Because there's really only one wreath shop here, and he's still open.

But last night, he saw a 24-hour sign in the upper right corner of the wreath shop, but now he can't see it.

"Is it demolished?" Yang Jun walked to the door of the wreath shop in confusion, there was only a dark yellow light bulb in the store, and the faint light shone on the paper figures inside, which looked very terrifying.

The paper figure that looked the same as the owner of the coffee shop was still hanging on the wall on the side, Yang Jun stretched his neck and looked inside, the store was full of paper and lacquer.

"What are you looking at?" A voice came from the side, Yang Jun was startled, he retracted his long neck sharply, and a somewhat thin man walked out from behind a pair of paper tie figures. This man looked a little strange, his cheeks were red, but the rest of his face was frighteningly white.

The man has a bare upper body, and the lower half of his body is a pair of trousers tied with a rope, and the whole thing looks like a mountain village old rough. However, Yang Jun was a little hairy in his heart, he had already looked inside just now, although there were a lot of paper figures, but behind the pile of paper figures, it was certain that no one was there, how could a big living person be drilled out inexplicably.

Feeling that the man in front of him was looking at him directly, Yang Jun pretended to be a little embarrassed and smiled. "I'm looking for the owner of this shop, is he there?"

"I am, is there something wrong with you?"

Yang Jun asked: "Ah, is there an uncle here, who is here to watch the store at night." ”

Unexpectedly, the man glanced at Yang Jun strangely, and then saw him think for a while. "No, I'm alone here, you might be in the wrong place, do you want to buy a wreath? Don't bother me with my business if you don't buy it, I'm busy. ”

The man had obviously given an eviction order, but Yang Jun was unwilling to leave without knowing anything, only to see him rush into the store, the shopkeeper frowned directly, and stretched out his hand to drag Yang Jun outside. His strength and figure were not proportional at all, and he looked sick but he didn't expect his strength to be surprisingly great, but Yang Jun staggered out of the wreath shop. However, he had already seen the situation inside the store, which was a single floor and there were no other stairs or other passages.

Yang Jun just ran in and saw that there was a folding bed behind a pair of paper figures, which was the kind of single person, and most of the space in the store was full of wreaths and paper figures. In the dim light, those black eyes stared at him as straight as if they were alive, and he was so frightened that he felt uncomfortable.

"If you do this again, I'm welcome, hurry up, there's no old uncle you're looking for here, I told you, I'm alone here." The man's tone was visibly impatient.

"How is it possible, I saw it last night, and you still have a sign that is open 24 hours a day." Yang Jun pointed to the empty wall as he spoke, and there were no signs of lights or things hanging on it. He only now noticed that if the sign on it had been removed today, there would have been traces on it, but there was only a smooth wooden wall.

"Do you think it's still a 24-hour convenience wreath shop?" After speaking, the shopkeeper stopped paying attention to Yang Jun, and walked back to sleep among a pile of paper figures. The most fearful thing about the flower circle store is robbery, open the door and put out a few paper figures, you can sleep in it with peace of mind, and ordinary people will never walk into such a store.

Just as Yang Jun was about to leave, a white van "rubbed" at the door of the wreath shop, Yang Jun glanced at it, and there was a man wearing black sunglasses on the van, who was purely blind and had nothing to do.

Standing at the door and looking at it for a while, Yang Jun was dumbfounded, and a few people got out of the car to move the paper figures out of the store, which looked normal, but an old woman walked out of the store, and it was no longer the thin man who was sick just now. What's going on, just now he has been standing at the door, and no one has come to change shifts, why did the people who came out change all of a sudden?

Yang Jun ran to the door of the wreath shop and squinted in, ignoring the strange look of someone in the van behind him. When his eyes came into contact with the inconspicuous corner of the store, Yang Jun was almost frightened and screamed, he saw two paper figures placed there, which were clearly yesterday's old man and the man who had just claimed to be the shopkeeper. The palms of his hands were already slippery with sweat, and he only thought of one terrible thing now, that is, this wreath shop, there was no shopkeeper in the first place, and the so-called shopkeepers were those paper people gathered there.

But after thinking about it, something is not quite right, if those paper figures were all shopkeepers, then these paper figures that were removed would have been burned now. He looked up again at the paper figures, all of whom were dressed in simple white vests.

Suddenly, the old woman turned her face around, a pair of eyes narrowed into a slit, Yang Jun hurriedly shrank back, he didn't expect that the old woman was so ghostly, she could find him with her back to the door. Yang Jun knew that he couldn't stay here for a long time, otherwise he would definitely be found out that he had a purpose, and it would be difficult to find out what to do again when the time came.

"Alas~" But before he could turn around and leave, he heard a sigh behind him, and it turned out that the paper figure that looked like the owner of the coffee shop had been moved out.

Yang Jun stared at the paper man fixedly. "Save me~Save me~" Meng's pupils shrank, and just now I thought it was the guy who moved the paper and sighed, but I didn't expect it to be the paper man who was asking for help at him.

The van drove away, and when the car passed in front of him, a miserable white face slammed against the window, Yang Jun's heart "rubbed" to his throat, and he almost sat on the ground. Suddenly, the face that came out was the same paper figure as the coffee shop owner, and Yang Jun paid attention to the mark on the car

Unmanned funeral home.

It's a strange name, but it's also called a meaningful one, the funeral parlor is originally a place where the dead sleep, and it's quite right to call no one, but those who work in it don't know if they will panic.

Yang Jun got out of the car, and at this time he had changed into a black shirt, with a black long-sleeved shirt on the upper body, black suit pants on the lower body, and black leather shoes. But before he could walk away, the taxi driver behind him stopped him and shouted: "Young man, you give less money, don't think that wearing black is the underworld, you can pay less, the black clothes are all for funeral." ”

Yang Jun embarrassedly took down the black sunglasses he bought for ten yuan at the stall, and made up more than ten yuan for the driver, and then plunged into the building of the unmanned funeral home.

The small episode did not affect Yang Jun's thoughts, just now he had carefully observed from downstairs that there was only one family in this funeral home today, and it was on the 10th floor. This should be doing a transcendent ceremony, looking at the signboard of the funeral parlor on the first floor, Yang Jun was speechless to the tip of his toes.

What's the funeral has a package, professional one-stop, discount your choice, choose your offer. ’

"This Nima is so creative." Yang Jun walked into the elevator with a smile and a smile, looking at the gurgling numbers on the springboard, his heart was also extremely nervous, this was a stranger's funeral, and he was here to take away the paper figure made by the coffee shop owner.

"Ding~" The elevator stopped on the tenth floor, the elevator door opened, and there was only a large hall on the tenth floor, and the sound from inside could be clearly heard.

The figure of a girl passed by him, Yang Jun just glanced at it strangely and didn't pay attention to it anymore, he quietly slipped into the hall. The guy dressed in Taoist clothes is bouncing, just like a jumping god, now people call this a super revenant, Yang Jun is too lazy to take care of the money-making behavior of these boring people.

He walked directly to the inside quietly, generally speaking, the paper figures are placed in the inner room, just around the corpse of the deceased, and after a while, these paper figures will be burned first.

The room was quiet, and the smell of incense in the air was clear, and in the middle was a long bed, covered with a white cloth with a corpse, the corpse was a little uneven, and it looked like it should be a woman.

Yang Jun quietly picked up the coffee shop owner's paper figure, and then prepared to go outside. Unexpectedly, a few more men broke in at this time, and they also picked up a few other paper figures on the ground, and then walked outside.

Yang Jun stood stunned in place, as if no one wondered why he appeared here, and then Yang Jun heard such a voice. "Hey, what are you still standing there for, don't you keep up, you don't want to get paid, do you?"

He was dumbfounded, but his feet consciously followed, because he saw that the clothes he was wearing, as well as the black sunglasses bought at the roadside stall, were exactly the same as those who came in behind, and he dared to feel that he was being treated as a horse boy. Yang Jun couldn't help but sigh in his heart: Rub, Lao Tzu is so handsome, he turned out to be a funeral.

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