Chapter 350: Late Night Funeral Home (1)

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Then quietly get Modong Moxi, and finally Monan.

Then, he can drive away with his sister-in-law's body and take his sister-in-law to see the boss......

The plan was perfect.

However, thinking of the scene when Mrs. Long was so angry with herself that she trembled and even knelt down for him to beg him not to stop him, Xiao Fei couldn't help but hesitate.

If he really robbed the car and robbed the body, with the old lady's fiery temper, he might really be angry with him.

The boss was raised by the old lady, and the boss has always been filial to the old lady, if he really makes the old lady angry, the boss will definitely be sad......

Ponder over......

That's it, my sister-in-law has already encountered an accident, and the old lady can't have any more accidents......

When the boss comes back, even if he beats him and scolds him, he will admit it.

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Unconsciously, the two cars drove out of Xianxia Mountain.

After walking for about forty or fifty minutes, I finally came to the door of a funeral parlor on the outskirts of Kyoto.

This building, located in the mountains, looks dark and lonely under the cover of night, and looks a little gloomy.

Mrs. Long had already found someone to contact before, and the staff on duty at the funeral home were already waiting at the door.

This is a middle-aged man in his thirties, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, tall, thin, sven, smiling, and looking very kind.

Seeing Mrs. Long get out of the car, the man immediately stepped forward and greeted him with a smile.

Murong Wanwan took Mrs. Long's arm and looked at the man silently, and suddenly found that if you looked closely, this man was actually very young and handsome, but the pair of glasses and the old-fashioned clothes covered part of his look.

If you remove your glasses and change into fashionable clothes, plus his fair skin and long legs, he is definitely an out-and-out handsome guy.

It's just that Mrs. Long's demeanor is a little cold, because she deliberately explained when she contacted her before, she didn't want the people in the funeral home to know her identity, so she deliberately kept her distance from the staff of the funeral home in front of her.

However, she believed that the duty administrator did not know who she was, but suddenly received a call from the curator in the middle of the night, saying that it was an acquaintance who had just passed away, and because he wanted to send him back to his hometown for burial, he wanted to be cremated before dawn and let him come out to greet her.

However, she saw that this young man who loved to laugh was quite smart, so she just casually exchanged a few polite words with her, and did not say anything more.

When Xiao Fei got out of the car, in order to avoid being seen as strange as Xiao Fei was tied, Mo Bei took off his black coat and draped it on Xiao Fei's body.

Mo Bei was tall and sturdy, and his coat was draped over the skinny Xiaofei, covering his upper body tightly.

When Mo Dong Moxi carried down the body of "Xiao Baobao", the group followed the duty administrator into the funeral home.

Because the curator had already explained, all the formalities before the cremation were waived, and the administrator on duty explained to Mrs. Long with a smile, and then took them directly into the cremation room.

The cremation room is very large, the walls are whitewashed, the floor is tiled, and it is very clean and bright under the light.

At the innermost, there is a whole row of crematoriums in the shape of elevator doors, each with a red number on it.

In the cremation room, there was a young man in funeral home overalls, who was supposed to be the operator of the crematorium, wearing a hat, mask, gloves, and full gear, sitting behind a desk, bowing his head and writing something in the notebook in front of him.

As they entered, the man raised his eyelids, glanced at them quickly with his swarthy eyes, and then lowered his head again.