Flipping through the photo album and looking at the small group photos of three or five people, or the group photos of dozens of people, Sun Wenyu had stopped crying and began to stare and carefully identify.

Everyone looked at his hand silently, but she turned a dozen pages in one go, and she was still expressionless, no need to ask, she definitely didn't find the person she was looking for.

I started to get anxious - could it be that Sun Wenyu couldn't remember clearly, or there was no photo of that person in the album?

Just when I was stunned, I suddenly heard Sun Wenyu exclaim: "Found it!" Found it! That's him! ”

Suddenly retracting, I followed her fingers.

This is a group photo of five people, two in the front who are slightly older, looking in their sixties, sitting in chairs, and three young lads standing in the back. Sun Wenyu's hand refers to the old man sitting on the left side in front of him, the sharp-beaked monkey gills of this life, just one glance, I can see the short-lived appearance.

"Take a closer look!"

Zhang Baohua was obviously also very excited, and reminded her again softly, maybe he didn't expect everything to go so smoothly.

"Nope! Absolutely not! It's definitely him. Sun Wenyu said with certainty

Zhang Baohua nodded, and asked the director of the funeral home beside him softly: "This person is an employee of the museum?" ”

The curator replied casually: "All the albums are the staff of the funeral home...... I look a little embarrassed by this person!"

"Director Sun has just been transferred, and such a large funeral parlor may not recognize all the staff." Zhang Baohua explained for him.

"Yes! That...... Then I'll call Lao Wang of the personnel department to take a look. ”

A few minutes later, a short old man walked in.

"Sun Guan, are you looking for me?"

"Lao Wang! Do you think this person is from our museum? Curator Sun pointed to the album.

Lao Wang said "um", walked to the coffee table with the big photo album, and looked at Sun Wenyu's fingers.

"Yes...... It's Lao Chen, the former burner of our museum. ”

"Oh! So is this old Chen coming to work? Zhang Baohua followed his words and asked.

When I first entered the house, this looking at the fifty-year-old Wang's eyes were squinted and expressionless—this is probably the inherent expression of the funeral home staff!

When he recognized that Sun Wenyu was referring to Lao Wang, the corpse burner in his museum, his eyes opened slightly.

When Zhang Baohua asked him, "Is Lao Chen coming to work?" his eyes instantly widened.

"What's wrong?" Curator Lao Sun asked him softly.

"You ...... Why do you ask Lao Chen? ”

Sun Wenyu's face was stunned, and he said coldly: "It is involved in a homicide case, please cooperate!" ”

After Lao Wang's gaze swept over everyone, he spoke again, and his tone was obviously changed.

"Lao Chen is no longer here!"

"Gone?" Zhang Baohua asked rhetorically, "Clearly, what does it mean to be gone?" ”

Lao Wang sighed, as if he had gritted his teeth and made a big decision.

"The old king is dead!"

"Dead? How to die! Everyone present looked surprised, and Zhang Baohua continued to ask.

"It's been almost two years! I remember that it was a stormy night, and the old king was drunk, and while he was working, he fell into the crematorium carelessly, and finally even a handful of bones were left. ”

These words stunned everyone present.

There was silence in the funeral home's office, and there were unnatural expressions on everyone's faces.

Curator Sun sighed softly: "Old Wang! I've only been here for a month, and I still can't understand a lot of things, ...... You are also an old man in the museum, this kind of thing is an accident, but there is no need to hide it! ”

Lao Wang shook his head slightly: "Director Sun, everyone, there are some things I really don't want to talk about......

Zhang Baohua looked stunned again: "This matter must be said, because he is involved in a homicide case, and also involves other important cases, you don't want to deliberately hide it!" ”

Lao Wang nodded again and opened the conversation.

"Lao Wang because of the loss of a left leg, the road is unstable, and he has never married a daughter-in-law in his life, since he was in his twenties, he has been working as a corpse burner in the museum, this work is more than 30 years, and Lao Wang just turned 58 years old when he died."

Zhang Baohua seemed to be a little impatient and frowned, but he still couldn't help but say nothing.

"Usually he eats and lives in the funeral home, and after the accident, strange things happen in the hall every week."

"Oh?" Curator Sun followed his words and asked, "What's the strange thing?" ”

"The colleagues on duty at night all said that they had seen Lao Wang's back, vaguely, he bent over and pushed the car in the museum, and slowly walked in the darkness of the yard. There was also a night shift who heard the sound of someone working in the crematorium, but when he opened the door and looked in, there was not even a figure. ”

"And here's the thing! That...... I've been here for a month, so why haven't I heard of it! ”

Lao Wang smiled bitterly: "That's because not long after this incident, we held a special meeting, first invited Mr. Yin Yang to the hall to exorcise evil spirits, and then we gathered for a meeting and decided to hide this matter, and no one can mention it again." ”

After he finished telling Lao Wang's story, he paused slightly, and then asked Zhang Baohua: "Can you tell me, what murder case Lao Wang was involved in?" ”

"The body that was burned in the funeral home a year ago is now in a coffin in the suburbs." Zhang Baohua pointed to Sun Wenyu, whose face was pale and his eyes were red and swollen, "This is the deceased's sister, she clearly remembers that the person who persuaded their family not to enter the crematorium at that time was this old Wang." ”