A disgusting smell pervades the air.

Fortunately, Zhou Yang has been trained by several dramas, and he has long been invulnerable.

As for Chen Er, seeing that Zhou Yang was so calm, he was also muttering in his heart what Zhou Yang had done before.

I just know that everyone will die in the plot in the end.

"I'll teach you how to sew, wait until you can do it yourself!"

Chen Er placed the messy human tissues together, and then used a needle and thread to thread through the different tissues and skins to connect them.

The crematorium and the funeral home are usually one, and Chen Er usually spends most of his time doing the work of the mortuary in addition to pushing the body for cremation.

Zhou Yang looked at the identity plate of the deceased, he died last night, and because the body was refrigerated in time, there was no sign of decay until now.

The process of sewing and repairing made the body fluids flow all over his hands, and Chen Er gradually entered the state.

"Alright, it's your turn!"

Chen Er gave the needle and thread to Zhou Yang and asked Zhou Yang to stitch it.

Zhou Yang saw the patient's mutilated body, did not frown, and directly began to stitch up.

At first, it was a little rusty, but after a few minutes, Zhou Yang quickly got better.

In less than half an hour, Zhou Yang finished the next work.

Zhou Yang straightened the hands and feet of the deceased.

Taking a step back and looking again, the body of the deceased at this time was complete.

"There are still some places that are dented, pinch them with your hands!"

Chen Er pinched the deceased's body a few times with his hand, and the deceased's limbs looked almost normal at this time, except for the marks of the stitches and the pale face.

"Put on your makeup!"

Chen Er brought some cosmetics and began to touch up the deceased's makeup.

"Make-up seems to be easier than stitching, but it's not, because it's so hard to turn a dead person into a sleeping person! Especially this kind of dead!"

Chen Er said as he changed according to the lines.

It took an hour for the deceased's makeup to be painted.

Zhou Yang squinted his eyes, and at this time, from the appearance alone, his eyes couldn't tell whether this was a dead person or a living person.

"Push him to Cabinet 12!"

Chen Er sat down on a chair to rest.

"Knock!"

There was a knock on the door of the morgue, and Chen Er trembled with fright.

"Lao Chen, are you done?"

At this time, a man about the same age as Chen Er walked in.

Zhou Yang knew that this person was a junior actor named Qian Jiang, who had acted in two movies, one was "Don't Look Back in the Night" and the other was "The Disappearing Corpse".

The crematorium that was rumored to be haunted before was actually what this person said.

Of course, he also learned through Lao Chen's mouth during dinner.

"I'm done!"

Lao Chen lay on the chair to regain his energy.

"Hey, I called for a barbecue, let's go to the next lounge for a drink together in a few big nights!"

Qian Jiang is a balding middle-aged man, no children, no daughters, and no relatives, who has worked in the crematorium for more than 20 years, and his only friends are these colleagues in the unit.

Therefore, I usually like to have a few drinks with my colleagues.

"Good!"

Chen Er nodded.

At this time, Qian Jiang saw Zhou Yang: "This is today's new colleague!" We'll have a drink later!"

"Thank you, Brother Qian!"

Zhou Yang smiled, revealing a hint of the youthfulness that a junior should have.

It's just that, according to common sense in this place, no little brother dares to come to deliver takeaways.

"You're welcome, you can come to our crematorium, it shows that we have fate! You know, we recruited three people, and so far you are the only one who has echoed our request!"

Qian Jiang's words made Zhou Yang look confused.

"I'll go to the cafeteria and get some side dishes!"

Qian Jiang left after speaking, and according to the plot, they would eat in the lounge next to Taiping

Supper.

Zhou Yang looked at the time and found that it was already ten o'clock in the evening.

Time flies!

Ten minutes later, five people arrived at the morgue lounge.

One of them is the security guard at the door, and the two are the workers I saw next to the incinerator yesterday, let's call them Ah Ming and Ah Long, these people are all amateurs.

There is a man in his thirties, some fat, is the chef Lao Zhang, and he is also a junior actor, who participated in a work "Magic Kitchen" a few days ago.

Although the name is intimidating, it is only an entry-level work, and the performance is in the former cafeteria.

There are only so many people leaving the country at the moment.

Several people had already poured the liquor and waited for the takeaway barbecue to arrive.

About ten minutes later, a delivery boy in green clothes appeared at the door of the morgue.

"Ele.me takeout! Your meal has arrived!"

The takeaway guy who spoke was in his twenties, but he was indeed an intermediate actor.

Zhou Yang recognized this, and he brought himself a meal last time, but he didn't expect to grow into an intermediate actor so quickly.

In the introduction of the actors, it can be seen that the delivery man is named Wang Lin, and he has participated in four works, namely "Human Meat Takeaway", "Mountain House", "No Man's Alley", and "Death Delivery Man".

Wang Lin naturally recognized Zhou Yang, because he remembered Zhou Yang's face the last time he saw him, and later "Sacrifice" made a fuss, which made Wang Lin also interested in Zhou Yang.

At least in Wang Lin's opinion, Zhou Yang is unfathomable.

However, in the play, the two still pretended not to know each other.

Wang Lin turned around and was about to leave after delivering the meal.

"Wang Lin, did you deliver the food here?"

At this time, the person who handled the entry procedures for Zhou Yang in the afternoon appeared, and she was still an amateur.

"Auntie, it just so happened that your colleague on your side ordered a meal, but no one answered, and he was forced to send an order by the system!"

Wang Lin explained.

In the play, Wang Lin and personnel Zhang Lifang are related, but in reality, the two are naturally incompatible.

"Oh! It's so late, don't run away, I'll order a little more, and you can stay for a bite to eat!"

Zhang Lifang scolded her mother in her heart, she originally planned to get off work, but in order to get Zhou Yang's entry materials, she couldn't get off work, and now she was involved in the script, and she panicked. qs

"Alright then!"

Wang Lin didn't leave, after all, it was the elders of the family who invited him, and his departure did not conform to the plot.

"It's just right, this little brother is bold, if you can drink with us tonight, I'll let the dean make a special trick for you tomorrow!"

Qian Jiang said with a grin.

"Don't talk nonsense, my eldest uncle is just this one seedling, if you know that the old crematorium works, you can't fight with me!"

Zhang Lifang went back to Qianjiang directly.

General Qian smiled: "That's right, at least we can't be blown by the wind or rain, and the income is high!"

"Fuck off, I can't stop your mouth when you eat, I'll order a few oysters for you lords!"

Zhang Lifang took out her mobile phone and operated it a few times, but she didn't actually click it.

"Haha, I'm afraid of getting angry when I eat alone!"

Qian Jiang's tone was ambiguous.

"If it's on fire, put it in the cabinet and freeze it!"

Zhang Lifang rolled her eyes.

.....

What followed was an awkward blank period in the script, where everyone sat in chairs and waited for the oysters in the back.

About thirty minutes later,

"Hello, Meituan Takeaway!"

At this time, a pale yellow-clothed delivery man appeared.

Everyone couldn't help but tremble, and then looked back to see the delivery man in yellow standing on tiptoe at the door!