I looked at the wriggling black bag, and I couldn't help but feel a little distressed: "He played well with himself and didn't hurt anyone, so why did he have to arrest him?" ”

Song Ding turned his head, his eyes seemed to be looking at an idiot: "The little ghost is rampant in the world, in case he thinks this is boring and runs to harm the world, can you manage it?" ”

I shook my head repeatedly.

"And if you send him to Huangquan Road, he will be reincarnated, wouldn't it be better to have fun as a human being?"

I was speechless for a moment, and could only look at the black bag sympathetically.

"Let's go, there's a guest at the funeral home."

This "guest" refers to a corpse with a grudge.

"How do you know?"

"Spells."

"Can I learn?"

"I can't."

"But ......"

"Shut up."

Back at the funeral home, there was already a dirty-looking teenager waiting for us.

"Who is he?" I looked at the wrapped corpse, and subconsciously told me not to open it casually.

"Dad...... Daddy......"

Seeing the young man's sluggish expression, I couldn't help but sigh.

This should be a fool, but fortunately he knows who the dead are.

"How did your dad die, is there a death certificate?"

Without a death certificate, the funeral home will not handle cremation.

The boy stared at me blankly, not as if he didn't understand what I was saying.

After trying a few times, I called the police.

During this period, Song Ding left first because he still had to deal with the little ghosts.

When the police came, they opened the cloth wrapped in the corpse with us, and everyone was stunned.

Some of the young cops even vomited on the spot.

Because the corpse has long been rotten and stinky, and it is unrecognizable!

"He sent the body?" The policeman in charge pointed to the teenager.

I nodded, and then found a hurried cloth to cover the body.

No matter how the dead are great, the corpse needs to be given some dignity.

"Who is he, and how did he die? Why did you send him to a funeral home instead of calling the police? The policeman asked several questions.

The boy's face was full of anxiety, and he could only answer a few simple questions.

"Team Xing, I found out, this kid has a problem with his intelligence and can't answer your question." Nearby, a young policeman ran over with a tablet.

"Then where he lives, ask his neighbors, there is always a number."

"This ......"

Seeing the young policeman's embarrassed face, Team Xing took the tablet and looked at it, his brows furrowed even tighter.

"The ......," I interrupted, "why don't I put the body in the morgue first?" When you find out, we'll cremate you? ”

Team Xing looked up at me and asked, "New here?" ”

"What?"

"I remember that there was only Song Ding here before."

It turned out to be an old friend of Song Ding.

"Yes, he is my master."

"You are a blessed girl, we will go to this kid's house now, do you want to go with you?"

"May I?" I pointed to my nose in surprise.

"Well, you are Song Ding's apprentice, you should know a little bit, let's go, we'll send you back later."

Seeing that Team Xing couldn't be committed, I could only agree.

When I came to the boy's house, I finally understood why Team Xing had that expression after seeing the information.

It turned out that the boy's family lived in a dilapidated house in disrepair, and there were no neighbors at all.

And there were only two people in their family: him and his father.