Now that the doors are open, it's boring to be idle, so I just go into the house and take a stroll. Since the incident of the Liu family, the third uncle has disappeared, and I don't know whether he is alive or dead, I haven't touched the corpse for a long time, and I can't help but feel a little unaccustomed.

I really wonder if this is an occupational disease, it's really not good.

Generally speaking, the mortuary should do some refrigeration measures, and if the conditions are worse, some ice should be moved from the freezer to be placed, so as not to rot and stink the corpse due to the high temperature.

But here in Ronghua, even ice cubes are saved. The yin qi in this place is so heavy, there will be no problem for the corpse to stop here for a few months.

The room is quite large, with a narrow wooden bed every one meter, just enough for one person to lie down. These are all used to place corpses, and at a cursory glance, there are more than 30 such mortuary boards in this room.

But there were only three bodies parked, covered with white cloths, lying side by side on the three adjacent morgues, looking deserted. It may sound funny, but corpses are also afraid of loneliness.

I walked over to the nearest corpse and lifted a corner of the white cloth. It was a male corpse, about forty years old, with a blue and black face, a wide open mouth, a pair of dead fish eyes, and a black-brown residue in his nostrils, which were blood stains from his nose. There were obvious purple-black bruises on the neck, apparently due to suffocation.

This honor is really not very good, and if the family of the deceased comes to take a look, they may not be able to sleep for several months. It seems that this Ronghua is really lacking a makeup artist. continued to lift the white cloth back, but it was very unexpected, there was a white cloth covering it just now, I didn't see it, and now I opened it, and I saw that this person was ** on the upper body, and his chest was pierced by a rusty iron rod.

Iron chains were tied around his body, and they were wrapped around a dozen times, and the man was firmly bound together with the plank bed underneath. When I looked down, I saw that the chain was finally fastened to two rings the size of bowls underneath. Looking further along, it turns out that there are two iron rings underneath each of the morgues.

It's weird, and I haven't really seen it in other funeral homes. I took a closer look at the wound on the man's chest, and realized that the rusty iron rod turned out to be a large iron awl, which went straight to the man's back and peeked through the back of his heart.

It's just that judging from the degree of curling of the muscles around the wound and the distribution of blood marks, this awl is not a fatal wound, but more like it was pierced after death. The man's fatal wound must have been suffocation caused by the strangulation marks on his neck.

In addition to the hideous facial expressions and extremely poor face, the skin in other parts is not bad, some puffy and dark, but there are no obvious black spots, and there is a faint corpse smell, which is not particularly strong. This is probably due to the level of yin energy in this place. It seems that the location of this Ronghua funeral home is not useless.

Re-cover the body with a white cloth. Although this corpse is a little strange, I have been following the third uncle for so long, and I have seen more corpses, and there are many more strange corpses than this, and there is nothing particularly strange about it.

I walked to an adjacent morgue board and lifted the white cloth, but this time I saw a female corpse. He is quite young, estimated to be twenty-five or sixteen years old, with beautiful facial features, slightly high cheekbones, a snow-white face, and black lips. A pair of eyes are round and open, but only the whites of the eyes are visible, and no eyeballs can be seen, which makes the originally delicate face look extremely weird and hideous.

The hair should have been tied in a knot with a headband, but at this time it was scattered, very messy, and the hair strands were everywhere. Other than that, the rest was fine, and the complexion was better than that of the other male corpse.

At this time, I felt that the people who decided to build the funeral parlor here were not completely foolish, and the special yin environment here is really beneficial to the storage of corpses. Corpses stored in such a place are much better than in cold storage.

Thinking to himself, he continued to lift the white cloth back. I just glanced at it and was taken aback. It's not that the rest of the body is horrible, it's that the lower half of the woman's body is not wearing pants at all.

Of course, we don't have to change the clothes of the corpse, and we often see naked corpses, both male and female, which is nothing, but the female corpse in front of us always looks a little strange.

I was about to put the white cloth back on when I noticed something strange about the woman. She wore an extremely loose blouse and a bulging belly, which looked like she had been pregnant for several months.

This is still a mother, young, and I don't know how she died, one corpse and two lives, it's really pitiful. I put the white cloth back on, and I always felt that something was wrong, but I couldn't remember it for a while. After thinking about it for a while, he casually uncovered the white cloth on the third morgue.

As soon as I unveiled it, I let out a soft "huh". Beneath the white cloth was a male corpse, about twenty years old, with a narrow forehead, cheeks deflated inward, very thin, lips on the thicker side, white in color and blue, but unusual dark black.

When the white cloth was completely lifted, he was very tall and thin, and he didn't find any eye-catching wounds around his body, and he might have died of illness.

This person's face is already a little crooked, with nostrils facing the sky, and crooked eyebrows, which makes people feel more gloomy at first glance. It's just that after I looked at it a few more times, I saw a little anger in it.

This man doesn't feel like a corpse to me. I reached out to his neck and probed him carefully, but I couldn't detect the slightest pulse, and I didn't breathe at the end of my nose.

I've been around corpses since I was a child, and I'm an expert in this area, but this corpse is a little incomprehensible. I didn't believe in evil, so I simply took out the syringe I had with me, picked a three-edged needle from it, and pierced it into the corpse.

I'm used to using needles, and when I put down the needle, it's usually very fast, and when I put my hands together, the needle has already fallen. But as soon as the tip of the needle broke through the skin, I felt that something was wrong, and before I could react, I heard a shout of "ah", and the male corpse on the bed board sat up suddenly.

I was also frightened and screamed "Ah", this change was so sudden that the silver needle in my hand did not have time to pull out, and immediately broke from it, half of it was in my hand, and half of it was pierced in the middle of the man's corpse.

A long arm came over me, and I bowed my head and avoided it. Quickly pulled out his legs and ran, escaped more than ten steps in a row, stepped out of the door with one foot, and then looked back.

I saw the man climb down from the bed, his face ashen, and he stood there, looking at me dumbfounded. I stopped running. Although this person looked gloomy, judging from the reaction of the needle pricking person just now, it should be a living person. It's just that since I am a living person, why does I have no pulse or breath, could it be that I just made a mistake?

After this man stood up, he found that he was indeed very tall, and he was thin, like a long bamboo pole, dressed in white, standing there, with a slightly hunched back, drooping a face, without any expression, and ghostly.

I straddled one foot in the house and one foot outside the house, ready to flee at any moment, but when I saw that he didn't move, I didn't move, staring at him. After a long while, I saw the man yawn, then slowly turned his head, his lips moved a few times, and two long procrastination sounds: "Who...... Ah......h

As soon as I heard this man speak, I stopped running for a while, and boldly asked, "Who are you?" ”

The man didn't speak for a long time, and it wasn't until I couldn't resist asking again that the man said, "What...... Village...... Come...... The ......" voice was weak, staccato and without any ups and downs, paused, and continued," ...... Small...... Child? ”

When I saw that this man was strange, I couldn't help but get a little hairy, and asked him, "Are you a human or a ghost?" ”

The man's reaction seemed to be very sluggish, and after I finished asking a sentence, it took him a long time before he moved his mouth and said, "You...... Just...... Be...... Ghost ......"

As soon as I heard it, this guy was quite good at wronging people, and I was about to scold him back, when I heard him say a few words again: "You...... This...... Piece...... Small...... Ghost ......"

Fuck, it turns out that this guy hasn't finished a sentence just now, and he's really going to gasp! I can't stand talking to this man! I didn't bother to care what he was, I turned around and was about to go out, and then go to other places to find out if there were any normal people in this funeral home. Hey, if I didn't continue to work to make ends meet, I wouldn't want to waste my time in this hellish place.

But after walking a few steps, I looked back, and saw that the man was no longer where he was, and went to the morgue board next door where the female corpse was placed, and the white cloth had been lifted and thrown aside. At this glance, I saw him sneaky, reaching out and grabbing one of the woman's legs.