On the bus, Qiao Du glanced at her phone and confirmed that the address was not wrong.

It is indeed a funeral home.

This bus went to the funeral home on the outskirts of the city, on weekdays, there was almost no one at the last stop, and now there was only one passenger on the bus, except for the driver.

"Master driver, does the funeral home have a place to live?"

Qiao Du sat on the horizontal seat behind the driver's side and accosted.

“？”

The driver held the steering wheel and did not look back, not knowing how to answer.

The scenery outside the car window became desolate, from the original row of high-rise buildings to old and dilapidated, and finally to bungalows and fields.

This road was built more than 20 years ago, and from time to time small animals could jump out from both sides at night and die, but later the barbed wire fence was pierced, so that there were fewer such tragedies.

But from time to time on the road, you can still catch a glimpse of some dried rotten corpses and traces of blood dragging, even if the wind and rain are blowing, it is difficult to erase.

The afternoon sun was gray, as if it had shrouded the world with a light veil.

The driver was silent for a moment before speaking.

"You're going to sweep the grave over there?"

The drivers they drive this line will not directly say the funeral home, but use the pronoun.

"Go find someone. Don't look at me like this, I'm actually a psychiatrist. ”

Qiao Du is very into the play.

"I had a patient who asked me for help and said he had a problem, so I came to see him."

"Patient?"

The driver chewed on Qiao Dui's words.

There were not many staff at the funeral home, and the driver more or less remembered that he had the impression that those people did not need psychological treatment.

"Yes, driver, you drive this line, you should be very familiar with the people over there, do you know what the people live in Room 205 of Shelf 04 in Hall B?"

Qiao Dui just spoke.

The driver immediately applied the brakes.

Qiao Du finally managed to hold on and didn't fall off the seat.

The driver turned his head and looked at Qiao Dui suspiciously.

"That place may not be inhabited by people."

He said coldly.

"Oh, that's great."

Qiao Du clapped his hands, it was not just human, he was in a hurry to find something abnormal to meet for a while.

“......”

The driver didn't say anything, just turned around and continued to drive, only making a "neurotic" mouth shape.

The road began to get bumpy, and Jotwi looked out the window at the fields.

He soon saw several men in long robes standing at the edge of the field, in the shade of the trees, looking over here.

The men's faces were pale, except for their lips, which glowed unnaturally red, as if they had been smeared with blood.

Qiao Du beckoned to the men, and when she saw that they didn't respond, she turned around.

Turning her head, Qiao Du saw a pale face looking at her across the aisle.

The car suddenly became full, and those in long shirts sat in their seats, quiet.

Everyone stared at Qiao Dui, as if he was some kind of star.

Qiao Twilight leaned back in the chair, and he didn't know when a person in a long robe sat on his right hand, Qiao Twilight looked at it carefully, and couldn't feel the breath of this person, and there was a cold feeling on the other party's body.

"What are you looking at?"

The driver spoke suddenly, and he caught a glimpse of Qiao Du peering into the empty seat next to him through the rearview mirror, and thought this person was very strange.

"You can't see it."

Qiao Du replied.

It was clear that these people in caftan were probably some kind of anomaly, and the depth of the driver's master was obviously not enough to see them.

As for why these people reacted so coldly to Qiao Dui.

Qiao Du felt that it must be because of her good popularity.

After all, even Cuihua, Fuwang, Ami, and Hei have a good relationship with them.

Maybe Qiao Dui was born to deal with anomalies!

The driver muttered a sentence and didn't continue to talk to Qiao Dui.

The bus ended at a funeral home, and around four o'clock in the afternoon, Joe Twilight arrived.

He came to the back door and saw that the men in the car in the long shirt did not seem to have any intention of leaving.

"It's time for you to get out of the car."

Qiao Du reminded.

Those wearing caftans did not react.

The driver honked his horn and said to Qiao Twilight at the back door.

"Here we are."

"Okay."

Joe Twilight took three steps and two steps, and jumped out the back door.

The bus sped away like a runaway, carrying a car full of people in long shirts.

Jotwilight glanced over and saw the men in the kaftans gathered in the back window, staring straight at him.

"Bye-bye."

Twilight waved her hand and turned to look at the building in front of her.

Jiangcheng funeral parlor has a total of three buildings, the largest house looks ordinary, is a three-story small building, with a spacious courtyard and parking lot, and a few locust trees are planted in the yard, and the branches are luxuriant.

The other two buildings are slightly dilapidated, one appears to be an old building, and the other has been converted into temporary dormitories.

It's just that no one wants to live in a funeral home, the dormitory is empty, and Qiao Du can only see a girl in a red dress looking at her through the security net on the second floor of the dormitory.

The afternoon sun shines on the sign of the funeral home, giving people a distorted and staggered feeling.

"What are you doing?"

From the sign, suddenly a voice was heard.

Jotwilight looked behind her and saw a man standing by the wall.

He had some thinning hair, looked no more than thirty years old, wore a T-shirt and jacket, and had thick dark circles under his eyes.

"You're a staff member here?"

Qiao Du asked.

"The museum is on holiday today, and I'm the only one keeping vigil."

The man thought that Qiao Du was here to do business, and said coldly.

"Hey, who's that guy on the second floor over there?"

Qiao Du pointed to the dormitory building, and then he realized that the girl was gone.

“...... Don't make such jokes here. ”

The night watchman asked in a deep voice with a straight face.

"What are you doing here?"

"Oh, that's right, I met a guy from your side on the Internet, he said that he has a mental illness and lives in Room 205, Shelf 04, Building B."

Qiao Du explained the intention.

“？”

The Night's Watch frowned, and he looked Qiao Twilight up and down.

"Did you take the wrong bus, you should take it to the terminal of No. 13."

He asked rhetorically.

The terminal of the No. 13 bus is No. 900 Xicheng North Road, Jiangcheng Mental Health Center, which is commonly known as a psychiatric hospital, which is mocking Qiao Du's mental illness.

"No, the funeral home is here, or you take me in, I'll look for him, after all, I don't think that person's mental state is normal, and it's not good if he does something extreme."

As a person who had just been discharged from the hospital, Qiao Du didn't understand the night watchman's local jokes.

“...... Whatever you want, no one today anyway. ”

The night watchman didn't bother to explain to Joe, and he walked towards the building, his shadow dragged by the slanting sun for a long time.

In the dim shadows, blood-like words appeared in Qiao Dui's field of vision.

[Not a quiet place, crowded, lively, I suggest you follow the rules here, otherwise you may get a permanent residence permit here]

Qiao Du followed.

The moment she walked into the funeral home, Qiao Du felt that her surroundings had become silent.

Originally, on the side of the road, you could still hear some insects chirping, the wind blowing through the leaves, but after walking in, it was very quiet, and only a subtle whimper could be heard, like the low roar of an exhaust fan.

He took two steps, and suddenly felt that the footsteps were somewhat distinct, and immediately stopped.

Dada——

At this time, Qiao Du noticed that after he stopped, the footsteps were delayed for a second before stopping.

The footsteps were coming from behind him.

Qiao Du glanced back.

Outside the gates of the funeral home, the grass is barren.

"Strange."

Qiao Du ignored the footsteps and continued to walk, quickly entering the door of the funeral home.

He didn't find the Night's Watch, only the dimly lit hallway.

The old-fashioned hallway design has obvious problems, even during the day, the outside sunlight does not shine in, and only a faint light is faintly revealed from the door at the end of the room to the other end of the room.

The incandescent lamps overhead had not been replaced for a long time, and they were dim, making the entire corridor look gloomy and gloomy.

There are closed doors on both sides of the hallway, and it is not clear where it leads.

From the deep corridor, there was a faint roar like an exhaust fan, like a stove on fire.

To the left of the gate is the front desk, and the wooden table top has many mottled marks, as if it had been scratched by a fingernail.

On the wall behind the front desk, an old plastic plate with some text printed in a dignified font hangs on it.

"Funeral Home Code."

Qiao Dui silently read out the words above.