Wang Zun glanced at Zhou Jing: "You are embarrassed to say, why didn't you think like this just now, isn't it all because of you, you said you, what are you making a fuss about!" ”

Wang Zun's head was big for a while, helpless and speechless.

"Am I not here to help you?"

"As soon as I entered the door, I saw that she was scolding you, of course I have to help you, from your eyes, I saw that you were eager to be saved, as a righteous policeman, of course I can't see death without help!"

"Don't thank me, this is what I should do!"

Thank you?

It's good if you don't strangle you!

When did Lao Tzu give you any looks, don't talk nonsense.

"I can't see it, you're quite empty, your house is like your people, the appearance is magnificent, tens of millions of villas, but the inside is a simple, simple, no bit of style!"

Wang Zun: "......"

What do you mean, if you mean something!

"You too, you look virtuous and ladylike, and you're a tigress when you open your mouth!"

Zhou Jing: (O_O)

She is very beautiful, in fact, she has a small dress, small cloth shoes, a small ponytail, and a delicate face, which is also a pure and sweet type that many male dancers like.

Of course, the premise is not to know that she is a righteous policeman!

"It's not early!"

Wang Zun packed up his things, picked up his backpack and walked out, and Zhou Jing followed.

"Take my car!"

Zhou Jing shook her car keys.

It's a small electric car with only two seats, pink inside and out, and a car with stickers on the outside!

What [Female Driver] [Older Leftover Girl, Rear-end Must Marry] [Lightning Little Flying Car] [Autumn Famous Mountain Female Car King]......

The corners of Wang Zun's mouth twitched and twitched, and it was completely impossible to tell that it was a car driven by a female policeman.

"Don't be surprised, I'm originally a woman, what's so strange!"

Zhou Jing shrugged her shoulders, opened the car door and sat down.

"Why don't you continue to take your vacation, I'll just go alone!"

Wang Zun felt that Zhou Jing's words by his side were indeed a bit of a hindrance, so it was better to be comfortable alone.

"What do you mean?"

Zhou Jing was unhappy, pulled her little face, and looked at Wang Zun with resentment.

"Uh...... I'm here for your own good, after all, the night before yesterday, you ...... It seems like...... Hmmm......"

Wang Zun was also embarrassed to break it, afraid that Zhou Jing would be angry.

"I did you a great favor the night before, and I will do you the same tonight!"

Wang Zun: "......"

This woman doesn't want any face at all!

There was no way, Wang Zun could only try his best to protect Zhou Jing, he didn't expect that these two missions would be related to Zhou Jing, which was really a little unaccustomed.

West End Crematorium!

Yes!

The one hanging on the gate is indeed the [West District Crematorium], and it uses "factory", not "field"!

What is the meaning, Wang Zun doesn't know, and he doesn't dare to ask, each line has its own rules, and there are secrets of each line.

It is very modern, not as gray, messy, and dilapidated as Wang Zun imagined, and it does not look much different from the Western District Forensic Medical School.

The only thing that makes people feel uneasy is that the big chimney made of two bricks stands straight in the middle, which is very eye-catching.

The crematorium is divided into many departments, including a condolence area, a cremation area, a makeup area, a morgue area, and a cleansing area...... Various districts!

Why?

Make money!

It's simple!

The more services, the more profitable they are, and no matter whether the service is necessary, 80% of the deceased's family will agree to use it!

As far as the eye can see, the factory is full of green trees and vitality, and there is no lifeless and gloomy atmosphere as imagined.

It looks like it's no different from a campus, with basketball courts, football fields, and all kinds of sports equipment.

The only thing that felt a little out of place was the staff dormitory, which looked older than the surrounding buildings and had a style that looked like it was decades ago.

The dormitory building is not very tall, only three floors, in the shape of a row, each row has about thirteen rooms.

The tiles of the other buildings are white, while the residence halls are yellow!

Some of the dormitories have broken doors and windows, and it looks like no one has lived in them for a long time.

On the ceiling outside the corridor, there are still some cold clothes, some men and women, some seem to have been cold for a long time, they are all hard and straight, they are shaking like wooden boards under the wind, and the hangers and iron wires rub against the strange sound of "gurgling"!

Wang Zun just thought it was strange and didn't think much about it!

What made Wang Zun feel even more unbelievable was that the Western District Forensic Medical College was full of yellow charms, and there were all kinds of gods and gossip mirrors, but this crematorium in the West District, where everyone was frightened and stayed away, did not have anything to exorcise evil spirits.

That's intriguing.

Wang Zun dared to say that the night here is definitely more exciting than the forensic medical school, but there is nothing to exorcise evil spirits.

Got used to it?

Or fearless?

There are not many people in the factory, it is very clean, and the crematorium in the West District is the one with the least workload in Fengcheng, and it is natural that no one comes and goes!

Wang Zun and Zhou Jing directly found the factory director!

The comparison between the dean of the forensic medical school and the director in front of him is completely the difference between heaven and earth.

The dean is noble and elegant, and seems to be a very wise man.

What do you say about the factory director in front of you...... It's just a middle-aged uncle, bald, fat-bellied, unshaven beard, talking big, yelling, and some dialects!

"Did you find any clues about the body that was lost last night?"

The factory director was stunned, the police left in the morning, and came again in the afternoon?

If you don't find a clue, how can you go and come back?

"No, we're here to look for clues!"

Wang Zun smiled, looked left and right, and looked out of the factory director's office window, which could take in the entire factory area, and two tall chimneys were smoking.

"How do you want me to cooperate?"

The factory director was accustomed to the police's requests, and he was embarrassed that the police would come over every once in a while to help find the body.

"I'm going to spend the night here, can you arrange a room for us, factory director?"

Wang Zun directly said his request, but Zhou Jing was taken aback.

"What are you doing, what are you spending all night, are you crazy?"

Zhou Jing thought of the night in the forensic medical school, and now she can't help but shiver, this is a crematorium, and the scene at night is unimaginable!

Wang Zun wants to spend the night here?

Isn't that crazy, what is it?

"I didn't count you, you don't have to be nervous, don't be afraid, just leave later!"

Wang Zun smiled, but it stimulated Zhou Jing's desire to win.

"Who said I was scared, I'm not scared at all, I'm not scared at all!"

Zhou Jing snorted coldly, she was also pretending to be strong, and she could see at a glance that she was actually panicked in her heart!

"Yes, no problem, I can arrange for you and my staff to live in a dormitory if needed!"

"I can't ask for it, this is the best, can you arrange me to Song Ci's dormitory? I heard that he is an old man in the factory, and he will feel a lot more at ease if he follows it! ”

Wang Zun was waiting for this sentence, and he didn't know how to speak just now, but the factory director said it, of course, he climbed up the pole.

The first person Wang Zun suspected was Song Ci!

The second is the old man guarding the door of the morgue.

The suspicion of the two is the greatest!

"Well, you have to ask him about this old man, he has no problem doing things at all, he is taciturn, not good at words, and has a strange temper, he lives alone in an old dormitory building, and he doesn't like to talk to people, do you really want to spend a pleasant night with him?"

Wang Zun: "......"

Enjoyable evening!

"Living alone in an old dormitory?"

Zhou Jing is worthy of being a policeman, and in an instant, he found something special in these words.

"Yes, the three-story building on which side is the old dormitory building before, and now it has been scrapped, leaving Lao Song to live in it alone, and the other employees have gone to the new dormitory building, Lao Song himself refuses to move, and we have no choice!"

"Sure enough, it's a weird person, this kind of person is the most difficult to deal with, sometimes I can't say a word for half a month, let's not bother people, right?"

Zhou Jing persuaded, but Wang Zun had already made up his mind, "No, he is not weird at all, I like to deal with this kind of person, I am also a taciturn person, every taciturn person has a fascinating story behind him, I want to hear his story!" ”

Zhou Jing: Convex ^-^ convex

Are you silent?

Aren't you a mouth-to-mouth player? Sudden non-stop!

"I have to ask Lao Song face to face, I don't dare to promise you casually, he is the treasure of our factory, many unsolvable things are solved by his hands, we can't spoil his mood!"

"Unsolvable things? He solved? ”

Wang Zun is interested, and what cannot be solved can be imagined.

What is there that can't be explained in this weird environment?

Go without saying!

"Hehe, you should understand, what can't be solved in the crematorium? You say? ”

The director smiled and lit a cigarette.

"For example?"

Wang Zun didn't intend to let go of the factory director, he just wanted him to say it.

"For example......" The factory director glanced at the two of them, put away the smile on his face, and said seriously: "Whether you believe it or not, there are more rules in our industry, and if you are not careful, you may be doomed, for example, some corpses are put into the incinerator and burned for three hours, but the clothes on the body are just burned, and the body has not changed at all, do you believe it?" ”

Wang Zun's expression did not change, but Zhou Jing's face trembled and trembled.

She didn't believe it!

Even if it's a piece of iron, if it's burned in an incinerator for three hours, it has to be deformed and melted, right?

The corpse of a man is nothing?

It's too mysterious!

"You don't believe me, do you?"

"But what do I say it's true?"

The factory director smiled: "This is still done by Lao Song, and I don't know what he did, after a drum fight, the corpse can be cremated normally." ”

Wang Zun smiled at the corner of his mouth, saying this, even if Song Ci is not a member of the corpse chasing faction, he is also a person with a certain amount of Taoism.

"Or what?"

The factory director glanced at Wang Zun, this young man is brave, and his face does not change.

"Another example...... For example, there are many rules in the incineration room, especially the blades in the incinerator, this blade is generally replaced once a month, and the replaced blades cannot be thrown away casually, they must be stored and stored. ”

"Once, an employee accidentally cut a wound with the blade when he was removing it......"