The car stopped at the corner of the second floor, and then the window rolled down, and a young man who looked about 30 years old stuck his head out of the car and looked around, I think he should be looking for someone and not a parking space, because there are still a lot of parking spaces left on the second floor. Since I couldn't confirm whether this person was Lao Wu's son, I honked my horn and flashed my high beams twice. My action clearly caught his attention, so he clicked the handbrake and stepped out of the car.

It is worth mentioning that he parked his car in the middle of the entrance and exit.

I remember that once I was out of the garage, two drivers who knew each other blocked the entrance and exit and chatted proudly there, I honked the horn several times behind me, and stuck out my head to tell him to talk to the side and talk again, but the two monkeys seemed to bully, not only ignored me, but also scolded me for being stupid. Maybe it was because I was driving the second-hand Santana that I named "Good Driving 2005", and the other party looked down on me because of my poor car. Now I was furious, so I bent down and picked up the bat-like iron lock from the co-pilot's ground that had to be locked with a steering wheel lock to prevent theft because of the poor car, and then got out of the car and walked to the middle of the car between the two of them, pointed to the more luxurious-looking car and knocked on the glass with the iron lock a few times, and then asked with a smile, you guys are really happy to chat, what are you talking about, I will also join your slide.

Maybe it was because I was younger, stronger, and more aggressive, and the driver looked at me with bad intentions, his face was unhappy, and he muttered in his mouth, but he didn't dare to collide with me head-on. He silently closed his window and moved the car a few yards ahead. So I looked back at the other driver, and without saying a word, he drove away.

That's why I hate the kind of guy who thinks he's great, and flaunts his power just because he's rich or drives a luxury car. So when I saw the young man parking the car and walking towards my car, I couldn't help but get out of the car and said to him, "Brother, please park the car and come to Sa, you have blocked everyone else's way here." The young man was stunned, but he didn't stop, and continued to walk and say, Did you call me, I am Wu Moumou's family member. I ignored his words, but said loudly, you move the car first!

Maybe it was a bit loud and the echo from the underground garage was strong, so he probably sensed that I was a little upset. Without further ado, even if he was reluctant, he turned back to the car and found a parking space to stop. I also walked out of the car with Hu Zongren, Zhao Jing and Political Commissar Liang, so our group and the young man met in the middle.

The young man said to us, I am Wu Moumou's family, what is the situation of my father now. Because before he came, Zhao Jing briefly told us about some of the information in his tone when she called this man. Although I don't know the specifics, if it were me and my family died for some reason, I wouldn't have been able to leave the body in the morgue for so many days. And I know that the cost of the morgue is relatively high, so if he didn't have a certain amount of financial resources, he wouldn't have ignored it for so many days.

So at that moment, I said to him with a smiling face, Mr. Wu, you can follow us to see it first. So we asked him to follow us towards the morgue. After arriving at the dark corridor, Mr. Wu suddenly stood down and said, is this a morgue? The tone was a little proud, and indeed as Zhao Jing said, he didn't seem to be very sad about his father's death. I said this is a morgue and your father's body is inside. Mr. Wu refused to go any further, he said, since it is a place for the dead, then I will not go, since you said that there is a problem and you want to talk about compensation, then talk about it here, I still have something to do.

To be honest, in the past ten years, I have seen a lot of complicated and strange alternative families, and I have seen a lot of unfilial children, but I don't know what to do, and I can't say how disgusted I am for this guy in front of me. Because the most important bond of a family's affection is blood, as a son, even if he doesn't like his father, he won't be so indifferent. When I was about to trick him into the house, Hu Zongren suddenly said, Mr. Wu, it's your father lying inside, since you're here, you should go in and have a look. Mr. Wu suddenly snorted and said, what is there to see, I have been watching it for decades. You can just say what the situation of my father's body is, it doesn't matter if this person is dead, the key is to talk about compensation.

There was a kind of ruffian and scoundrel in his tone, judging from the fact that he drove a luxury car at such a young age, if this guy hadn't been spoiled by his parents since he was a child, then he might have been a guy who made a fortune quickly from an improper business. Hu Zongren sneered and said, Your father has been dead for so long, and you, who are the sons, leave the body here and don't go in to see it, I'm afraid it's a little too ruthless. You must know that thunder is not filial piety!

What Hu Zongren said is true, in the many ghost things we have experienced, we have inevitably encountered some examples of death due to lightning strikes. But that's usually money for us to earn, and we all know in our hearts that after a lightning strike, no matter how big the ghost is, it will be wiped out, and there will be no scum left. In the minds of the Chinese, people who are generally struck by lightning have either done a lot of things that hurt nature and reason, or they are not filial to their descendants, which is what even God wants to punish you. The Mr. Wu in front of him is arrogant and domineering, indifferent and ruthless, if I were God, then he must meet the criteria for being struck by lightning.

But when Mr. Wu heard Hu Zongren's words, he was angry all of a sudden, he began to reach out and push Hu Zongren's chest, and pushed Hu Zongren to the wall several times in a row, Zhao Jing and Liang Political Commissar seemed to want to help stop it, but I stopped them, I shook my head at the two of them, and said let them leave this matter alone, because this Mr. Wu is different from me, I know Hu Zongren's temper, just wait to see a good show, these days, there are really not many people who can be so brave. Hu Zongren smiled and asked him to push, every time he was pushed against the wall, Hu Zongren would also moan very lewdly, "Oh~~~", I also knew that he was deliberately provoking this Mr. Wu further, so that he would be more energetic when he beat up people. In the current situation, I knew that a beating could never be avoided, so I stood aside and waited to watch the show.

Until this Mr. Wu scolded while pushing and shoving, his words were rude, and he swore more than Hu Zongren and me. But Chinese swear, no matter where they are, always like to greet other people's mothers, or insult other people's organs, so when this guy scolded Hu Zongren's mother, Hu Zongren finally stopped smiling, but the next time Mr. Wu's hands pushed Hu Zongren's chest, Hu Zongren immediately grabbed Mr. Wu's two wrists, just like Mr. Wu's father grabbed him earlier.

Mr. Wu broke free a few times, and finally realized that Hu Zongren's strength was no longer on the same level as himself, and he even noticed that Hu Zongren had not fought back before, in fact, when he was playing with him, a trace of horror suddenly flashed on his face, and he stammered and asked Hu Zongren, you... What do you want? I looked at Hu Zongren's expression, there was already murderous intent in his eyes, and at this moment, I am afraid that any slightest disturbance will turn Hu Zongren into a rampaging beast. So I stretched out my hand and stroked the top of Mr. Wu's head, as if I was touching a kitten, and I whispered to him, don't be afraid, he just wants to beat you.

As soon as I finished speaking, Hu Zongren suddenly let go of Mr. Wu's hand, and instead held Mr. Wu's face from the left and right sides with both hands, and then suddenly showed a weird smile, and then slammed into Mr. Wu's face door with his own brain. Damn, Hu Zongren still learned this trick from me.

This moment of collision, Mr. Wu fell to the ground, covering his face with his hands and screaming. Hu Zongren rode on Mr. Wu's body, held up the back of his head with one hand, and began to slap him fiercely with the other hand, scolding while beating, these slaps are for your father, and it is you who is not filial. After more than a dozen strokes, Mr. Wu began to cry like a pig, and his legs began to kick on the ground, until this time, I kicked Hu Zongren in the shoulder, kicked him aside and said to him, okay, don't fight, if you continue to fight like this, something will happen, and the father is still inside, you beat his son outside the door, aren't you afraid that Lao Wu will come to clean you up.

However, it is obvious that these two doors of the morgue cannot trap the living dead, and Lao Wu did not come out, and he probably felt that Hu Zongren had taught the right lesson. After Hu Zongren stood up, he looked at his palm, the dozen or so slaps just now, each slap was crisp and loud and deafening, and his palm was probably quite painful. I suddenly grabbed Mr. Wu, who was curled up on the ground and covering his face, crying, and asked him, "Are you going to go in and have a look?" Are you still talking about compensation? Mr. Wu cried and said, what the hell are you doing, can you beat people casually in the military hospital? I'm going to sue you! I said okay, when this matter is resolved, you can go and sue it, remember to call up the surveillance video of us beating you, oh yes, there are no cameras here.

With that, I pointed to the ceiling, and then grabbed Mr. Wu's neck behind and forced him into the morgue. Everyone came in, and Political Commissar Liang had a shadow in his heart, so he walked behind the most, and when he entered the door, he also turned around and locked the door, but he himself had been standing at the door, probably because it was convenient to wait and escape. Hu Zongren took Mr. Wu from my hand and forcibly pressed him to kneel on the side of the freezer, that is, the medical staff checked the location of the body at first, and then Hu Zongren pulled open the No. 10 freezer.

Immediately after that, Mr. Wu screamed in fright, and retreated again and again when his butt hit the ground.