Lin Fan knew Wang Xiaohua's concerns, and directly took the corpse oil from the corpse, which had broken through the bottom line for Wang Xiaohua.

"I really can't help you unless the curator agrees."

Wang Xiaohua said bluntly: "After the curator agrees, we can contact the family and ask for their opinion."

She didn't deliberately embarrass Lin Fan, but there was a bottom line in her heart, and she couldn't cross the bottom line in her heart.

Lin Fan's gaze fell on the corpse not far away.

It was the body of a young girl in her twenties, and there were some scars on the girl's face.

Lin Fan pinched his fingers and immediately calculated the fate of the young girl before her death, and at the same time knew what the situation of the young girl's parents was.

The next moment, he smiled faintly and said, "Okay, Xiaohua, you contact the curator, and I'll talk to him."

He didn't forcibly ask Wang Xiaohua to take away the corpse oil, because this was not his style, originally when he came here, he wanted to see if there was any corpse oil that had just been collected in the funeral home, and it had not yet been processed.

Now it seems that there is none.

Wang Xiaohua immediately made a phone call, although it was late at night, the curator had not rested yet, and was busy in the hall not far away.

Hearing that it was Lin Fan coming, the curator hurriedly put down the work at hand and came to the dressing room.

"Xiao Fan, why are you free to come?"

The curator smiled and said kindly, "Since you became famous, you rarely come here, it seems that you are in trouble, right?"

Hear the words.

Lin Fan was stunned for a moment, he looked at the curator in front of him incredulously, and sure enough, he has an advantage when he is older, that is, his brain is better to use.

"Curator, if you can guess that I'm in trouble, then I don't have to beat around the bush."

He didn't hide it, and told everything he had encountered.

About five minutes passed.

The curator knew about Lin Fan's situation, and he frowned and said, "Jealousy from peers."

"It's a pity that today's corpse oil has been disposed of, and now this corpse, if you want to take away the corpse oil, you have to notify her parents, and only with the consent of her parents can you take it away."

Lin Fan nodded and said, "Curator, I asked Xiaohua to call you over, just to trouble you and ask you to notify her parents to come over."

"It's late, but they're all locals, and they don't live far away."

"And I have a way to get her parents to agree."

It's a bit out of place, though.

But the curator thought for a while, and finally agreed to Lin Fan's request, he found the phone number of the girl's parents, called directly, and told them that they needed to come over immediately, and Lin Fan had something to ask them for help.

In Jiangzhou, Lin Fan's name is very useful.

After all, most people in Jiangzhou now know that Lin Fan is a real fortune teller.

Even if the public opinion on the Internet is not very beneficial to Lin Fan, most of the people in Jiangzhou will not be affected by public opinion.

......

Tai Wo Street, shop.

Xiao Tuan Tuan looked left and right, and usually when she had nothing to do, she would broadcast live.

This time she couldn't go live, and she couldn't find anything to do at all.

"Uncle Shi, where has Master Lin gone?"

"Why hasn't Master Lin come back yet?"

"Otherwise, Sister Han Bing, will you give Master Lin a call?"

She kept walking back and forth, harassing people around her from time to time.

Dao Tianji smiled slightly, this Xiao Tuan Tuan is afraid that he is really in love with Xiao Fan, Xiao Fan left for more than an hour, and Xiao Tuan Tuan was very anxious.

"Don't worry, Xiao Fan will be fine."

Dao Tianji said bluntly: "Wang Ling's matter has brought some trouble to Xiaofan, and the most important thing is the impact on concepts."

"People's hearts are sinister, Xiao Fan never thought that a person's heart would be so bad."

Although he didn't return to Jiangzhou for a long time, neither did he have contact with Lin Fan

It's long.

In just one month, he could see Lin Fan's personality.

Obviously, Lin Fan has experienced too few things.

"Lin Fan's methods are too gentle."

Han Bing said indifferently, "If it were me, I would directly find the Wind Dao Man and beat the Wind Dao Man hard, instead of fighting with the Wind Dao Man."

One after another, eyes fell on Han Bing.

Han Bing waved his hand and said again, "I won't make a move, Lin Fan has said that none of us are allowed to help."

The person present, the most capable person to help Lin Fan, is naturally Han Bing.

As early as when he knew about this matter, Han Bing told the matter to the above, which meant that he wanted to reconcile with the master of the Qingfeng Dao Temple.

It's a pity that Lin Fan didn't accept help, and the above had to give up.

At the same time, funeral homes.

A couple rushed into the makeup artist, and when they saw the curator, they anxiously asked, "Curator, is there something wrong with my daughter, why is Master Lin here?"

"Isn't it possible that my daughter's corpse has changed?"

They looked at the cold iron bed not far away, but they couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when they saw their daughter still lying on the bed.

"Mr. and Mrs. Monsan, hello."

Lin Fan didn't wait for the curator to speak, he took the initiative to step forward and said, "I need to take the corpse oil from your daughter's body."

Take away the corpse oil?

When the Monsan couple heard this, they looked at each other, completely unable to understand what was going on, why they suddenly wanted to take away the corpse oil from their daughter's body.

"Master Lin, what do you mean, is it my girl who doesn't blink a blind eye?" Monsan couldn't help but ask.

He was the girl's parents, and since the girl died, he was extremely sad, and now he was a little difficult to accept when he heard that Lin Fan was going to take away his daughter's corpse oil.

Lin Fan smiled bitterly, he knew that this kind of thing, put on any parent, would be inclined to refuse.

"Meng Xiaoyun, 25 years old this year, has just entered the workforce for two years."

Lin Fan said softly, "Because of the long-term overtime, her body has long been out of order, but she is still working overtime desperately, just to make more money."

"You've always thought it was the company's fault, and if the company didn't let her work overtime, then she wouldn't have had an accident."

The voice fell.

Mon Shan nodded and replied, "Master Lin, I know that you are a fortune teller, and you are the most famous fortune teller in Jiangzhou."

"I'm not surprised that you can figure out these things."

"Of course, do these things have anything to do with your desire to take my daughter's corpse oil?"

The others looked equally puzzled.

Wang Xiaohua was also very strange, because she didn't think that what happened to Meng Xiaoyun had anything to do with Lin Fan's removal of corpse oil.

Lin Fan's gaze turned cold a little, and then said, "To this day, your family still goes to the company and keeps making trouble, don't you know why Meng Xiaoyun has to work overtime?"

"I'm not wrong that you are using the pressure of public opinion to constantly put pressure on the company?"