"You said that your house is like a pig's nest, you cleaned up, isn't it comfortable to live by yourself?"

In the room, the unkempt Zhao Su was sitting in front of the sofa, with a book spread out on the coffee table, and the pen in his hand did not know what to write on the paper.

His mother, nagging as she cleaned up.

Zhao Su is 28 years old this year, and six years ago, on the way home from work to pick up his wife Su Qing, he had a car accident.

He was seriously injured.

Su Qing and the child in her belly were not rescued.

Although he was saved, he has changed since then.

The whole person became reticent, and even quit his job to specialize in some weird books that I don't know where I got them.

Trying to resurrect his wife and unborn child.

Relatives and friends, I don't know how many people have persuaded him to accept reality and not immerse himself in illusion.

But it didn't have any effect, and it was still my own way.

Later, his friends and relatives stopped persuading him and stayed away from him.

Only his mother, who would come and clean him from time to time.

"Mom, you said that in this world, there are really parallel worlds?"

"If someone in this world has an accident, you can use a special method to bring people from another world to this world, is it equivalent to resurrecting the person who had an accident in this world?"

"It is said that the end of science is theology, but what is theology?"

Zhao Su leaned back on the sofa decadently, looked at his mother, and asked thoughtfully.

"I see that you are all magical, reading some messy books every day, you see what you have become now?"

Hearing his mother's nagging, Zhao Su had long been accustomed to it.

Didn't ask any more questions, didn't refute, just leaned there and continued to study the book in hand.

"Here, call the soul, the dead are not in such a hurry!"

At more than ten o'clock that night, the door of the funeral home where Zhao Su worked was knocked hard.

The sound of "knock ......" made Zhao Su a little upset.

In that mysterious book, Zhao Su learned that it was necessary to know if there were parallel worlds in this world.

Where do people go when they die?

Did you go to the mythical and legendary underworld, or another parallel world?

In the body of the dead, it is best verified.

So Zhao Su found a funeral parlor to do the work of applying makeup to the dead.

This is one of the main reasons why he is shunned by relatives and friends.

But for Zhao Su at this time, all this didn't matter to him.

Zhao Su opened the door as he spoke.

When Zhao Su saw the person standing at the door, goosebumps suddenly appeared all over his body, and the whole person was a little uncomfortable.

The knock on the door was a woman, who looked to be twenty-four or five years old, and her appearance was quite beautiful.

But at this time, his face was a little pale, and he looked frightened: "My friend was in a car accident, not far away, please help me!" ”

Hearing this, Zhao Su noticed that the woman had multiple abrasions on her body, and took a deep breath: "It's so late, what are you doing here?" ”

The location of the funeral home is in a wasteland on the outskirts of Yancheng.

Not to mention at night, even during the day, except for transporting the dead here, ordinary people rarely appear here.

In fact, it wasn't this that gave Zhao Su goosebumps.

Since Zhao Su can be a night watcher in this funeral home, it shows that he is still very bold.

At least he's not afraid of ghosts.

What made him frightened was that the makeup used on the woman's face was used to make up the dead.

The special taste and color, ordinary people may not see anything, or they may feel that there is a good smell.

But for Zhao Su, a person who makes up for the dead all year round, it can be said that he is very familiar.

"I can't tell you how we got here, but by the time I came to my senses, we were already lying here." The woman cried as she spoke, her emotions were a little broken, "The phone was also broken, and I searched for a long time to find someone." ”

"Okay, don't cry, wait for me, I'll go and see with you."

Zhao Su said and entered the house and picked up the flashlight he usually used for night patrols.

Out of the room, led by the woman, she walked towards the place where she remembered the accident.

Strange things happened again, and after walking for a long time, I didn't find the place where the car accident happened as the woman said.

"Are you going in the wrong direction, will you be in the east?"

From beginning to end, Zhao Su let the woman walk in front, kept a distance from her, and looked for more than half an hour, Zhao Su called out to the woman and asked.

"You can't be wrong, it's here, how can you not find it?"

The woman began to cry again.

"Okay, calm down first, you also have injuries on your body, let's go back first, take care of the wounds, and we'll look for them when it's dawn."

This matter is becoming more and more unusual, at this time, Zhao Su not only regrets coming out with her, or just calling the police first.

Under Zhao Su's persuasion, the woman, that is, Wang Ling, agreed to go back with him and look for him at dawn.

After returning to the funeral home, Zhao Su first asked Wang Ling to take a bath, and the injuries on her body were just simple abrasions, which should be no big deal.

Let her take a bath, in fact, she wants to let her wash off the cosmetics on her face for the dead first, otherwise looking at her, Zhao Su can't stand it.

Grandma once said to Zhao Su that there is a lot of attention to putting on makeup for the dead, and the things of the dead cannot be used by the living, otherwise there will be misfortune.

Zhao Su's grandmother is not an ordinary person.

That research book about parallel worlds was given to him by his grandmother.

From childhood to adulthood, Zhao Su was greatly influenced by his grandmother.

Together with the major he studied in college, he was influenced by his grandmother.

Many people have heard of the conjuring, and there may be some who have seen or experienced the conjuring themselves.

For example, after a child is suddenly frightened, he has a continuous high fever and symptoms that cannot be explained or treated by medicine, in fact, this is the seven spirits out of the body, and it also needs to be conjured.

And Zhao Su's grandmother is a folk spiritualist.

In fact, the conditions of Zhao Su's family are quite good, but grandma has always been in the countryside, no matter what his father says, grandma just doesn't go to the city.

Later, after Zhao Su was stimulated, he also became a chattering god, which made Zhao Su's father Zhao Ru also bear a lot of psychological pressure.

After Wang Ling took a bath, the whole person looked much more comfortable.

But the whole person seemed to have lost his soul, and his body shivered from time to time as he sat there.

Zhao Su had already called the police, and the police would come immediately, taking this opportunity, Zhao Su asked Wang Ling tentatively: "Miss Wang, what brand of cosmetics do you use?" ”

"My friend, I don't usually wear makeup, but today we were going to a party, and she painted me a little bit with her makeup, what's wrong?"

"It's okay, just ask, is that friend of yours the one who had the accident?"

Zhao Su seemed to know what was going on, and asked again with certainty.

"Yes, it was fine, but after the party, we rode home, and somehow suddenly we didn't remember anything, and then we woke up and came here."

"Didn't you feel any discomfort until you remembered anything?"

"Nope." Wang Ling sat there, her body trembling a little, I don't know if it was because of cold or fear.

Zhao Su didn't ask again, comforted Wang Ling a few words, and went to the bathroom under the pretext.

After entering the bathroom, Zhao Su locked the door, closed his eyes, and carefully smelled the smell left by Wang Ling when she took a bath just now.

There was a weird smile on his face.

However, this is not because he has a special fetish or a perversion, but because he has a special ability since he was in a car accident six years ago.

A picture flashed in my mind, a bus, crashing into two people at a rapid speed.

"Bang bang bang ......!" But he didn't see what happened next, and he was awakened by a knock on the door.

When he opened his eyes, the clothes on his body were already soaked with sweat, so he took a towel and wiped it casually, and responded, "What's wrong?" ”

"The police came and said they would go to the scene of the car accident now."

Zhao Su took a deep breath to calm himself down, turned around and opened the door of the bathroom.

After the police asked Zhao Su some questions, which were almost the same as what Wang Ling said just now, they left the funeral home and went to the scene of the car accident again according to Wang Ling's memory.

After searching all night, with the funeral home as the center, I searched for more than ten miles together, but I still didn't find the scene of the car accident that Wang Ling said.

After dawn, I searched again and still couldn't find it.

The police began to wonder if Wang Ling had reported a false case or had mental problems.

And Zhao Su was the first person Wang Ling came into contact with, and he may have colluded to report a false case, so he took both Zhao Su and Wang Ling back to the police station.

This made Zhao Su not only a little helpless, but also helpless.

At more than eight o'clock, a police call was received on Ping'an Street in Yancheng City, and a woman died in a car accident.

After confirmation, the woman who died on Ping'an Street was Wang Ling's friend.

It was also confirmed that the two of them did attend a party together last night.