"Did you find the body last night when it left?"

Zhou Jing adjusted her mentality slightly and continued to ask.

"It was a female corpse that left last night, not very old, it seems that she died suddenly after working overtime for a week, which is also a pity!"

"Last night was no different from usual, the corpse made a noise on the iron frame bed in the morgue, then got down from the iron frame bed, opened the door to refrigerate the body and walked out, and left, there was no difference!"

The gatekeeper shook his head, he had already memorized the steps of the corpse's departure.

"Where did the corpse go, or did your old man try to go with the corpse?"

"Nope!"

"I'm bolder, but I don't dare to die, right? Who knows what will happen if you follow along, but I've tried to see from afar where the corpse goes after it leaves the cold storage area. ”

The gatekeeper pointed in a direction, which was the direction of the three-story old dormitory building.

The crematorium in the west area is surrounded by mountains on three sides, and it can also be said that it is built on a mountain, so looking at the past, the overall atmosphere is particularly depressing.

"Is it a coincidence?"

Wang Zun muttered to himself, not too sure.

"Is there a glowing mark on the eyebrows of each corpse that leaves?"

In the end, Wang Zun asked the most important question.

The gatekeeper nodded, he also thought of something, could it be that these corpses were indeed controlled by someone?

If so, it's definitely because of the imprint on the corpse's eyebrows.

But when did the mark appear on the corpse's eyebrows?

"Every night when the corpse leaves, has Song Ci ever come?"

Wang Zun asked again.

"What do you mean, you suspect that Lao Song is the culprit?"

The gatekeeper suddenly became a little excited, extremely serious.

"I'm just asking, anything is possible!"

"Lao Song is by no means a person who steals corpses, absolutely not, Lao Song is a little eccentric, taciturn, not good at words, but 100% good person, he is the patron saint of our factory, he has helped everyone, has dealt with a lot of strange things, once my wife was admitted to the hospital, I couldn't pay the medical bills, or Lao Song posted it to me!"

When it came to Song Ci, the gatekeeper was really anxious.

"Helped everybody...... Maybe it's just so that people don't suspect themselves, the patron saint of the factory, or the god of destruction of the factory! ”

Wang Zun muttered to himself.

"Don't get excited, we're just asking, it's the process!"

Zhou Jing wiped a handful of sweat, from the mouth of the gatekeeper, it was absolutely impossible to ask Song Ci about something abnormal, Song Ci gave people a very good impression, almost everyone had received his favor, and no one would associate him with the matter of throwing away the corpse.

Because of this, Song Ci's suspicion will be even greater!

"Lao Song doesn't just come to the morgue on the night when the body is lost, every time there is a corpse, Lao Song will come over to check it, just to prevent the corpse from being lost!"

The gatekeeper tried his best to speak for Song Ci and believed Song Ci 100%.

"Don't worry, old man, we won't tell you about it, we will treat it as if we haven't seen it, so it's okay, right?"

Wang Zun pouted, the more this was the case, the more suspicious Wang Zun became!

The patron saint of the factory has dealt with countless strange things, at least Song Ci is a cultivator.

Since he is a cultivator, why did he hide in the crematorium for decades?

Retreat to the mountains?

Wang Zun and the two thanked the gatekeeper, only to find out when they came out that the time was not early, the sunset was in the west, and the afterglow was even more charming!

It's five o'clock in the evening, and it's almost six o'clock!

The start time of the task is at seven o'clock, this is the earliest time of the task performed by Wang Zun, to be honest, I am still a little unaccustomed!

Fortunately, it was not dark at seven o'clock, and the days were long and the nights were short.

However, at this time, the crematorium has already closed for work, and everything has stopped running, and it is very quiet.

I have to say that the factory is very idyllic, with green trees, gorgeous flowers, surrounded by mountains on three sides, and the mountain breeze is just right!

If it weren't for the fact that this is a crematorium, no one would associate the environment with the imaginary crematorium.

"Really, not leaving?"

Wang Zun glanced at Zhou Jing: "Tonight may be more exciting than the forensic medical school, and it will be more memorable!" ”

Zhou Jing's eyes trembled, obviously her heart was also hairy, but she still stubbornly spoke: "What are you and me, I am a people's policeman, absolute justice, evil does not prevail over good, I will not be afraid, I have an imperial spirit!" ”

Wang Zun pouted, and said it very nicely, but he didn't know what it would be like if he really met it.

Last time, I was so scared that I fainted.

Dresses, small white shoes, small ponytails, and delicate faces, at first glance, it is not a person with strong psychological endurance, but just hardness.

"Whatever you want!" Wang Zun shrugged, he didn't care.

"It's you, what are you doing so hard? Doesn't seem like that's what you have to do? ”

Wang Zun looked up to the sky and sighed, and said uprightly: "I just want to make this world a little better, do my best, if I can, I am willing to give my life, I am such a righteous and awe-inspiring man!" Don't fall in love with me, you can't grasp it! ”

Zhou Jing:( ・᷄ὢ・᷅ )

Fuck your uncle, it's good at pretending to be forced!

Wang Zun pouted, he didn't want to do such a dangerous thing, but he had no choice, the task released by the system must be completed.

Wang Zun has an idea, after he has enough strength, can he turn over and dry up the system.

Of course, he's looking forward to the next mutation upgrade of the system.

"Let's go!"

Wang Zun waved his hand, ready to go to Song Ci, even if he couldn't be in a dormitory with Song Ci tonight, he wanted Song Ci to be within his observation.

That's when it happened!

A black van drove in from outside the gate, and as you can imagine, this van was specially used by the crematorium to transport corpses!

Two staff members got out of the car, and a few people in work clothes pushed the iron frame car up.

"Deceased: Zhang Xiaoxuan, age: seven years old, cause of death: drowning!"

"The family asked to be cremated as soon as possible tomorrow morning, and the ashes were sent over, they have a custom, minors can't wait and see off for cremation, everything is left to us to take care of, and finally send it to the place where the family asks for burial!"

"It's a pity that this kid has so much dirt on his body!"

"It's only seven years old, and it's not practical to be cremated, why is that?"

"This kid died seven days ago!"

"Seven days ago? Why is cremation being shipped now? ”

"Deceived corpse!"

"Originally, the family wanted to bury the child and forget it, but ...... I buried it and crawled out and went home...... You know, I won't explain much, let Lao Song come over, otherwise tonight will not be peaceful! ”

The group was stunned, and someone immediately went to call Song Ci.

Actually, this kind of thing, the staff here have seen a lot, and the death of a seven-year-old child is indeed a great pity.

Wang Zun noticed the words in the words of the group, this child was buried, and crawled out to go home?

Let Song Ci come over?

Otherwise, the night will not be peaceful?

He died seven days ago, and now it seems that the child's body shows no signs of decomposing, but it is a little gray and dark, and there is more dirt on it.

And then there's ...... Die with a grievance or everlasting regret!

The eyes were wide, very large, and a pair of eyeballs were about to fall out of their sockets.

Forget unwillingness, madness, resentment, anger......

Die with a grievance or everlasting regret!

Although there is no corpse spirit on his body, this child's eyes are full of resentment!

The resentment is great!

It's really not too peaceful at night!

This kind of corpse can't be cremated, it must be cremated, otherwise I don't know what will happen.

Is it really not a small drowning?

Wang Zun was pondering, and it was also at this time that several people came over, and when they looked over, Wang Zun saw Song Ci at a glance.

He is Song Ci, although Wang Zun has never seen Song Ci and doesn't know what he looks like, but there is a person in the crowd with a temperament that ordinary people can't have, he is Song Ci!

Wang Zun can be sure!

Song Ci looked like an ordinary old man, with his back bent, walking a little strangely, he was very thin, but his eyes were cloudy but full of light.

Sharp and imposing!

In particular, he has long hair and hangs it in a ponytail haphazardly, giving the impression that he is full of secrets.

Wang Zun looked at Song Ci, who seemed to have a sense, and also looked over, meeting Wang Zun's gaze.

They didn't say anything, they just looked at each other indifferently.

This old man is by no means simple, this is Wang Zun's first feeling!

He is worthy of being a person who understands the Tao, and his every move is different.

"The resentment is so big!"

"It's a little tricky!"

Song Ci just glanced at the child's corpse, and his old face was tight, and he opened his mouth hoarsely.

"What?"

"Old Song, can you get it?"

Someone asked.

Even Song Ci said that it was difficult, which must be a bad thing, except for Song Ci, they had no way, nothing, if Song Ci fell, they would also have to break their muscles and bones.

Song Ci didn't say anything, tore off a strip of cloth from his clothes, and tied the child's eyes.

"Help me prepare a little something, chicken blood, cinnabar, yellow charm, boy urine, coffin nails, red rope ......"

Song Ci said a lot of things at once, and it seemed to be in the factory, and it seemed to have been prepared, and he quickly brought them over.

Pushing the corpse into the morgue, in front of a crowd, Song Ci soaked the red rope in the blood of the chicken, and then mixed the child's urine with cinnabar, dotted it with a brush, and drew something on the yellow talisman, and then took off the child's clothes, and continued to draw runes one by one with a brush on his corpse, from head to toe, tedious and complicated.

Immediately afterwards, he took out the red rope soaked in chicken blood, and popped up bright red rope marks on the corpse's body, also from head to toe, from left to right.

Finally, he took out the drawn charm and placed it on the corpse's forehead, pressing it with a staff of black and red triangular nails.

After doing all this, Song Ci took a deep breath, and his expression was not much relaxed, but he was very suspicious.

"I don't know if I can hold him down, but it's better to do nothing!"

"I'm not an expert in this area, I didn't learn the art of suppressing ghosts, I just painted a scoop according to the gourd!"

"Tonight, Lao Huang, don't go to work, no one can get close here, understand?"

A group of people nodded, knowing that there are tigers in the mountains, and they prefer to go to the tiger mountains?

They won't be so stupid! Foolish!