Before Qiao Du got up, he also sent a WeChat message to Zhou Mingke, briefly saying that he was going to spend the night in the funeral home, but Zhou Mingke only replied to Qiao Dui for his own attention, and there was no more information for him.

He also picked up a flashlight, turned it on, and found that it was a little dark, and shook it, as if the brightness had become stronger.

"What the game says is true."

Qiao Duan followed behind Chen Qixing and came to the corridor.

"What do you usually look at on patrols?"

He remembered the funeral home rules at the front desk, as if you couldn't go to the morgue when you were alone.

"Every room goes around, and there's usually nothing going on here."

Chen Qixing said and opened the door of the room next to the security room.

This is the office, the room is not big, the curtains are drawn, it is dark, and the light of the flashlight can shine on the cabinets, desks, chairs, computers, etc.

Closing the office door, he walked to the next room.

Qiao Twilight took a picture of the sign on the door of the room, it was the powder room.

Some people who died more miserably need to be buried and put on makeup, and this house is used for this.

The light of the flashlight lit up, and Jo Twilight saw a face looking at her.

The face was bloodless, his eyes were blank, and there was not a single hair.

It was a bust of a mannequin doll.

"Grass, who is so lacking in morality, how can this thing be put like this, not to scare people to death?"

Chen Qixing cursed, then walked in, moved the bust to the ground, and covered it with a plastic sheet.

The flashlight in Qiao Dui's hand illuminated Chen Qixing and the room, and saw a table covered with a white cloth, and there were some cabinets with cosmetics and various repair tools next to it.

After Chen Qixing finished finishing it, the two locked the door and returned to the corridor.

They passed by the empty mourning hall, where the funeral ceremony usually takes place.

Behind the mourning hall is the incineration room.

The night was quiet, but Twilight kept hearing a humming sound, like an unturned gas stove.

Chen Qixing opened the door of the incineration room, there was a burning smell inside, mixed with a greasy breath, and the dull air made people subconsciously hold their breath and feel even more suffocated.

The incinerator inside naturally did not open.

Qiao Du could hear a clearer sound of burning fire coming from the incinerators.

[Rest assured, the heat control here is perfect, and you will never taste overcooked food!] 】

Blood-red words appeared in front of Qiao Dui's eyes.

"The stoves are turned off here?"

Qiao Du asked.

"Of course, how dangerous it is to burn all the time."

Chen Qixing asked strangely, his nose moved slightly, sniffed the air in the incineration, and found nothing unusual.

Qiao Dui's flashlight shone on one of the incinerators, but he could clearly see that orange-red fire was shining through the cracks of the stove, as if something was struggling in it, and the shadows trembled, dyeing the entire incineration room with a layer of crazy color.

"Indeed."

Jo Twilight exited the incineration room.

Obviously, Chen Qixing, as an ordinary person, is not deep enough to see these strange scenes.

"I'll go to the bathroom."

When he came to the door of the toilet, Chen Qixing said.

"Then I'll be with you."

Qiao Du followed.

This is an old-fashioned public toilet with a sink and a large mirror facing the corridor, with a women's toilet on the left and a men's toilet on the right.

The hallway was dimly lit, and the mirror was blurry, like a layer of mist.

The light reflected the shadows of the two people on the mirror, and there were only two black shadows, and they couldn't see their facial features and appearances clearly.

It's two.

Qiao Du confirmed.

Chen Qixing washed his hands first before walking into the toilet behind Qiao Dui.

The toilet is also very dark, and the light is not known if it has not been repaired for too long, and it is a faint light, as if it will go out at any time.

Qiao Duan found a urinal on the side, pulled down the zipper, and heard footsteps next door, and Chen Qixing came to the urinal.

For a moment, there was silence in the toilet.

I understand everything, some people just can't pee when someone is around, Qiao Duan waited for a while, and found that Chen Qixing next door was silent.

"Why don't the two of us stop torturing each other, someone can't look at me very well."

Qiao Du couldn't help but say.

"Who's watching you?"

Chen Qixing's voice suddenly came from the position behind Qiao Du.

Qiao Du was stunned.

Out of the corner of his eye, he did catch a glimpse of what appeared to be a man standing in front of the urinal next to him.

The man was pitch black, like a cloud of mist.

Qiao Du immediately turned her head.

But the urinal beside him was empty.

Chen Qixing walked behind Qiao Dui.

"Hurry up, I'll be waiting for you outside."

The light of the flashlight swept behind Joe, and he left the toilet with the sound of footsteps.

Qiao Du took another look through the dim light.

Nothing.

He quickly finished using the toilet and turned to glance at the cubicles.

The slightly old cubicle doors were almost all open, except for the one closest to the window.

Twilight turned her head and left the bathroom.

It's just that, the moment his eyes turned, he seemed to see a miserable white hand suddenly retracted from the crack in the hidden door.

"Remember to close the door when you go to the bathroom."

He muttered and walked outside the bathroom.

Unscrewing the faucet of the sink, Qiao Duan let the cold water wash his hands, and Chen Qixing waited behind him, the flashlight lighting up the hallway.

With a little water on her hands, Qiao Du looked up.

There were only two dark shadows in the blurred mirror.

Qiao Du couldn't help but wipe it with her hand.

The damp and viscous mist was caressed away by Qiao Dui's palm, and a face was reflected in the smooth mirror.

It was pitch black, with only two miserable white eyes without pupils, staring at Qiao Dui.

[Hey, watch out for this guy, it's always ready to pull you in, turning a blind eye is the best way to deal with it!] 】

Qiao Duan glanced at Chen Qixing in his glasses, it was normal.

The dark shadow vanished in the blink of an eye, leaving only Joe's slightly malnourished face.

"Back to Nantian, it's too humid."

Chen Qixing complained.

"Does the morgue still need to be checked?"

Qiao Twilight shook her hand, picked up the flashlight placed on the edge of the pool, and asked.

According to the rules of the funeral home, you can't enter the morgue when you're alone, but now that there are two of them, Qiao Du doesn't know if the rules need to be followed.

"Yes, of course."

Chen Qixing said as a matter of course.

He walked with a flashlight to the morgue they had been to before.

Since I've been here once, I'm very familiar with it this time.

Under the cold-toned energy-saving lamps, the freezers stood quietly in place like solemn and solemn guards.

Qiao Duan followed behind Chen Qixing, sweeping the gaps in the freezers one by one.

Soon, they were in front of freezer No. 4.

Chen Qixing's flashlight swept around, glazing the gap between the obscured freezers, and the inside was empty.

He continued.

Qiao Du gave it a casual look.

He saw a woman in a red dress standing there.

The woman's hair obscured most of her face, and only a faint pale skin and excessively bright red lips could be seen.

The red dress exposed her arms and calves, and Qiao Twilight saw that it was densely covered with various scratches, which made Qiao Twilight feel a little familiar.

Qiao Du met the other party's dark-haired eyes for a moment.

Ding Dong –

Suddenly, Qiao Dui's mobile phone vibrated a little, and he looked down to find that it was a few messages from that netizen.

[Flower of the Clouds]: Doctor, I just remembered something.

[Flower of the Clouds]: I wondered, could my illness be related to work?

[Psychiatrist Qiao Dui]: What is your job?

Qiao Twilight typed immediately.

After a while, the other party replied.

[Flower of the Clouds]: I work in a funeral home and often keep vigils.

Qiao Du looked up suddenly when she saw these words.

He saw that four or five steps away from him, Chen Qixing had already reached the end of the morgue walkway, and was turning around, and the light of the flashlight pierced Qiao Dui so that it was difficult to see the people behind him.

"What's wrong?"

Chen Qixing's voice seemed to become a little distant.

Qiao Duan slightly blocked the light of the flashlight with his hand, and he saw Chen Qixing approaching and putting down the flashlight.

As soon as Qiao Duan was about to speak, he found that Chen Qixing's gaze did not fall on him.

The night watchman's gaze was falling on the empty freezer beside Qiao Dui.

And at this moment, the woman in red was standing there.

Only one thought came to Qiao Dui's mind.

- He can see it.

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