"Hello, is Song Jiang's body here?"

Zhang Youzhi asked politely to the staff in front of him.

"Who are you?" The employee who was pouring out the ashes looked up and found that the young man in front of him was somewhat familiar.

"Have we met?" The employee asked curiously.

"I haven't seen it, it's the first time I've been here, be careful, your ashes are scattered on the ground."

"Oooh... Wow Grass!! Thank you, thank you. In a panic, the staff used shovels and small brooms to sweep up the ashes and pour them back into the box.

This employee is new to the job, and he is not very skilled, and the dust on the ground has not been cleaned.

Zhang Youzhi: ......

"Well, may I ask, has Song Jiang's body been cremated? I am his colleague, my name is Zhang Shicheng. ”

"Song Jiang? How many batches is he coming? The fourth batch seems to be ......" The employee looked at Zhang Youzhi and then at his box. Then his face suddenly became sad, and he got up and solemnly handed the box into Zhang Yongzhi's hands.

Zhang Youzhi had a bad premonition in his heart.

"Then this one in your arms is it." The employee sobbed.

Zhang Youzhi looked at the urn in his arms, and then at the employee who was wiping his tears, and fell into deep thought.

Although the professionalism of this employee is not good, the professional acting skills are really high.

Yes, the last clue was also broken, and I was still thinking about checking the corpse to see if I could find some clues, but this colleague has turned into ashes.

"Okay, then give me his ashes, and I'll go and hand them over to his family."

"Uh-huh, okay, okay, um, but you come back to the office with me to sign a receipt and make a note."

"Okay." Zhang Youzhi spoke.

As soon as he entered the office hall, Zhang Youzhi saw a familiar head at first sight, and he suddenly felt a chill on his scalp, and his brain was empty in an instant. It's as if I've been hooked.

He simply ignored the shouts of the employees, ran straight to the middle counter, and carefully and carefully observed the skull with a glass case.

"This is the treasure of our company, how about it, beautiful." Seeing Zhang Youzhi, staring at the jade-like skull, the employee laughed smugly.

Smiling and smiling, the employee felt more and more that something was wrong.

Why do you look at this person more and more that your heads look so similar?

"This head is really ......" Zhang Youzhi held back for a long time, and spit out the second half of the sentence, "It's so handsome." ”

The employee came back to his senses: "Well, it's really handsome, it's a collection brought by a senior from overseas, it's very expensive." ”

Zhang Youzhi signed the order and wanted to leave with Song Jiang's urn, but he couldn't step out of the hall, as if the skull had a strange magic that attracted him.

"Then you are the treasure of the town hall, are you selling it?"

The employee was stunned and shook his head quickly.

"This is not for sale, and the curator will never let people sell it."

Considering that this funeral parlor is Bai Yujing's subordinate company, Zhang Youzhi stopped pretending, had a showdown, and directly called the curator out as an executive.

"I'm Bai Yujing's regional leader, you skull ......" Zhang Youzhi didn't have time to speak, but he saw the curator screaming like a ghost.

"Ghost!! ghost!!"

Unlike the new employee, he had personally watched Zhang Youzhi's body be pushed into the furnace.

Zhang Youzhi instantly guessed the cause and effect, and rushed over to cover his mouth, Song Jiang's matter is very special, Bai Yujing's main forces are deployed outside Hecheng, and he must not let the "secret enemy" in Hecheng know that Bai Yujing has sent someone over.

No matter what, he must be Zhang Shicheng now.

No, it has to be.

"Shut up, I'm Zhang Shicheng, Zhang Youzhi's brother! It's him who died, not me! ”

The curator nodded in horror, not daring to talk nonsense anymore.

"Can you give me this head? I can buy it with money. Zhang Youzhi knew that this curator should belong to the "secular staff", so he didn't mention the matter of buying with points.

"I've sent you, I've sent you, just take it." The curator nodded frequently and spoke without hesitation.

For this kind of senior leader of the company, the life creed of the curator is that if he can tie the knot, he will never be offended.

"This can't work, I, Zhang Shicheng, never rob." Zhang Youzhi looked around and found a pile of Buddha statues in the corner.

Pick up one casually: "I'll exchange this Buddha statue for you." ”

The curator was stunned for a moment, the CPU obviously didn't turn around, and nodded stiffly: "It's easy to say, let's change it." ”

Zhang Youzhi dismantled the glass cover with his bare hands, hugged the jade-like head into his arms, and placed a Buddha statue in the original position.

"Happy cooperation, I'm leaving."

Zhang Youzhi left the funeral home with the urn in his left hand and the skull in his right hand, whistling.

"Pavilion, curator, you just let him take our mascot away?"

"Don't you think that skull looks like him?" After seeing Zhang Youzhi walking away, the curator said in a low voice.

"Damn, Curator, you think so too, Curator, I thought it was my delusion." The little staff is happy.

"Hmm......" the curator didn't explain much.

The curator has been engaged in the cremation industry for decades, and he can see at a glance the gap between human bones and the so-called handicrafts, and he naturally does not believe the words of his own bold employee, who has already told him the truth under his coercion and temptation.

"This skull is Zhang Youzhi's! Didn't burn it clean! ”

If it weren't for the fact that this skull could ward off evil spirits, he would have sent this time bomb away long ago.

I didn't think about why there was a brother of Zhang Youzhi today, Zhang Shicheng?!

The curator can clearly remember that when Zhang Youzhi came to the funeral, he did not have any relatives to record......

It's scary, it's scary, it's scary.

The company's trip to troubled waters, his small funeral director should not be involved.

……

There was no clue to the ashes, Zhang Youzhi personally handed over the urn to Song Jiang's son, and was shocked to find that Song Jiang's son already had a 12-year-old son.

Obedient, the teenager is promising, the teenager is promising.

The genes of the Song family are indeed true.

Because he also had a peculiar skull in his hand, Zhang Youzhi had nothing to do, took out a bit of bone tissue, and went to the hospital to identify it.

He's not blind, this skull looks like a real person's bones, otherwise he wouldn't be obsessed with taking this bone away, but it just feels a little familiar.

However, just after coming out of the hospital, a hurricane suddenly blew, and the big iron plate with the word "medical" in Hecheng Hospital, weighing dozens of pounds, fell straight from the roof of the inpatient department dozens of meters high.

Zhang Youzhi is standing right below!

If nothing else, he's going to have an accident.

Before everyone could react, a chubby big brother suddenly knocked Zhang Youzhi away, and the two of them rolled down the steps.

Bang!

When the smoke cleared, the big iron sign twisted and deformed into the broken marble bricks, and the people nearby screamed and were startled.

Zhang Youzhi lifted the fat big brother and put it aside, and sat up with a confused expression.

"Damn, what's the situation?"

"Big brother, wake up." Zhang Youzhi patted the fat brother's face with his hand, and finally woke him up.

"Oh, awake." The fat big brother sat up in a confused look wearing a shirt and trousers, and Zhang Youzhi dragged him up again.

"Thank you so much just now, if you hadn't saved me, I would have been stoned to death." Zhang Youzhi opened his mouth with palpitations.

"I didn't save you, I tripped over that warped tile, I didn't stand firm, I fell on you, something happened." The fat big brother was also confused, looking at the mole, and then at the dangerous iron sign on the steps, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva, obviously very afraid.

"Huh?" Zhang Youzhi's face suddenly looked a little unsightly.

Realizing that something was wrong, he looked inside the house, and sure enough, there was a warp in the tiles, and pedestrians could easily trip over it.

"This ......," Zhang Youzhi muttered, and then his expression was certain.

He didn't care about the fat big brother anymore, ran quickly to an open place, looked up at the top of the building, and suddenly shouted angrily:

"You specially come out for Lao Tzu."

Zhang Youzhi scolded wildly at the roof of the building, taking the matrilineal clan as the center point and his grandmother as the radius, and launched an indiscriminate spiritual attack.

The people around looked at the young man who suddenly "went crazy" and hid far away.

Several doctors rushed out in a panic and found Zhang Youzhi.

"What's the matter, sir? Mr?! ”

Zhang Youzhi pointed to the iron sign on the ground and said angrily: "How is the sign of your hospital fixed? Nearly stoned me to death! ”

"Ah, I'm sorry sir, our hospital is fully responsible for the damage caused to you, let's go investigate what's going on with the sign above? Will definitely give you a satisfactory answer!! The doctor was also very panicked when he looked at the sign, and was relieved to find that no one was injured at the scene.

Several doctors surrounded Zhang Youzhi in an attempt to calm his emotions.

"Okay! Hurry up and check it out, what if you hit someone? You are a place to save lives!!Not a place to hurt people!! Zhang Youzhi reprimanded, then turned around angrily and stepped out of the hospital.

The doctors behind him looked at each other.

"He's ...... Don't you need our hospital to compensate? Don't you want to pay for mental damage? ”

"Shhhh