Chen Qixing killed the original night watchman of the funeral home and replaced him?

Qiao Du is not a nervous patient, so he definitely won't feel that this [Flower of the Dark Clouds] is playing tricks on himself, the living will deceive people, and the dead people don't know how to lie.

After thinking about it carefully, Qiao Du realized that something was wrong.

In any case, it is impossible for the funeral home to have only one person keeping vigil.

In this wilderness, if you really encounter any problems alone, it will really be called the heavens and the earth.

At least two.

Qiao Du had already come up with a vague possibility in his mind.

Chen Qixing came to the funeral home to kill people and steal goods, and when he was about to leave, he found that Qiao Duan was coming, so he could only pretend to be a staff member of the funeral home and wait for the opportunity to leave...... Or, kill Joe.

Qiao Duan looked at Chen Qixing.

"It shouldn't be a problem, let's go back, it's too fucking cold in here."

He touched his arm with his acting skills, which were praised by the Chinese teacher in the textbook play, and pretended to be very cold.

"Let's go."

Chen Qixing looked away and shook the flashlight.

Qiao Twilight walked in front, keeping an eye on the behind.

When I walked out of the morgue, I don't know when the lights in the hallway went out, maybe there was a problem with the electrical circuit, or maybe the light bulb was out of disrepair, or something else.

In short, now only the front desk of the funeral home in the corridor is lit with a green emergency light, and the light illuminates the entire corridor in a green and deep way.

The light illuminated the funeral home code hanging on the wall.

Joe Twilight was inspired.

What Qiao Du saw just now, whether it was the mirror, the toilet, the incinerator, or the strange appearance of the morgue, it all meant that this funeral parlor was more or less polluted and an anomaly.

Then this code is more or less intriguing.

Moreover, Chen Qixing also asked Qiao Duan not to care about the content of the code before.

On the other hand, this is very important.

Qiao Twilight has a good memory, and immediately thought of the last one.

[9. In any case, at least one living employee must remain in the funeral home!] All employees must abide by the rules and inform or show them to all visitors, safety first! 】

It means that there must be at least one living person in the funeral home, and if Chen Qixing kills other people in the funeral home, then he is the only "employee".

Chen Qixing can't leave the funeral home!

That's why he's waiting for Qiao Dui here, instead of running away as soon as he's done killing someone.

Now, Jo Twilight is here.

What Chen Qixing wants to do is not to kill Qiao Dui, but to let him stay here to replace himself as an "employee".

Thinking of this, Qiao Du suddenly turned around.

"You say, we're keeping vigil and patrolling here together now, are we friends?"

He smiled brightly, sunny and cheerful.

Chen Qixing heard Qiao Dui's words and looked at him suspiciously.

But soon, the expression on his face changed and became soothing.

"Of course."

Chen Qixing showed a sincere smile.

【Dating Handbook】!

Although Qiao Duan was not sure what Chen Qixing would do to his friends in the future, at least for now, he had to have a good relationship with this person, lest he do something to him.

Even if he didn't kill Qiao Dui, Chen Qixing could knock him out, and then tie Qiao Du to a chair and run away by himself.

The two returned to the security room.

The lights here are normal, and the monitoring of the computer screen shows the status of each room, which is quiet.

"Do you want water?"

Chen Qixing picked up the kettle.

"No need."

Qiao Duan rejected the other party's kindness, even if the two of them are good friends now, it is difficult to guarantee that Chen Qixing will not be drugged to stun Qiao Dui.

Chen Qixing didn't bother, took a sip of water, sat in front of the monitoring screen again, took out his mobile phone to swipe the video, and looked up at the monitoring from time to time, like a real security guard.

Sitting at the table next to her, Qiao Du had already made up her mind that she couldn't sleep tonight.

What if Chen Qixing runs away after falling asleep?

Not to mention anything else, Qiao Duan himself plans to wait for Chen Qixing to fall asleep and then run away by himself, this is called treating others by himself!

Qiao Du took out her mobile phone and was about to send a message to Zhou Mingke, but her hand suddenly stopped.

In the field of vision, bright red text wrapped around the phone, preventing Qiao Du from pressing the send button.

[Beware! There are serious penalties for breaking the rules here, and I'm sure you're not a masochist, right? 】

"Huh?"

Qiao Du pondered for a moment and soon knew why.

That's the first rule.

[1. There are no ghosts in this world, and it is forbidden to fabricate, disseminate, and spread ghost stories from funeral homes. 】

If Qiao Duan told Zhou Mingke what happened here, then it could be regarded as spreading the ghost story of the funeral home, and it would be against the rules.

He could only turn off WeChat and open the web to search for clues about Jiangcheng Funeral Home.

Thanks to the almighty Internet, Qiao Du quickly discovered the funeral home's official website and related news.

It's just that these news are very normal, and I don't see anything unusual here.

Qiao Du heard Su Hong say that some weirdness does have mysterious powers that can blur people's cognition, so that everyone can actively ignore those parts that violate the harmony, and even directly tamper with sensory cognition.

Maybe for ordinary people who don't have depth, this funeral parlor is just an ordinary place.

And for those who sink into the abyss and can see the anomaly, this is the real burial ground.

Qiao Du put down her phone and looked at the desktop for a while.

On the table were some common magazines, funeral-related books, and two old notebooks of 16 pages.

Qiao Duan glanced at Chen Qixing on the side, the other party was still watching a short video, and there was an earthy love song on his mobile phone, enjoying it.

Reaching for the notebook placed on it, Qiao Twilight flipped through it.

Sure enough, it was the work log.

According to the rules of the funeral home, the person on duty should record what he did throughout the day, take pictures for record, and if the next day he finds that the text in the notebook is less than the photo record, then don't care, if there is something more, you should pay attention.

The book in Qiao Dui's hand is the latest, today is March 18th, and he turned directly to the page with the written record at the end, there is no first-person description often in horror novels, only the date and the events.

[March 17]

[The No. 3 incinerator failed, and the master came to repair it the day after tomorrow, and it cannot be used for the time being]

[The third and fourth lights in the corridor need to be replaced, and the process has been proposed]

[A farewell ceremony for the remains, no incinerator used, no anomalies]

[The ingredients purchased today are delivered, and the warehouse is counted]

[Night patrol, no anomalies]

Very simple work schedule, the funeral home is a place to work, to put it bluntly, there are no bells and whistles.

Naturally, today's portion was not written, and Qiao Duan turned the page forward again, wanting to see what the difference was.

[March 16]

[No. 3 incinerator is in poor contact, wait for inspection after work]

[Three farewell ceremonies, three incinerators, no anomalies]

[Yan Ling is dead]

[Inventory of the warehouse, there are three days of ingredients left, and the delivery will arrive tomorrow]

[Night patrol, no anomalies]

"Huh?"

Qiao Du saw that there seemed to be an inexplicable sentence in the middle.

Who is Yan Ling?

He was silent and continued to look ahead.

[March 15]

[No body farewell ceremony, no abnormality]

[Fang Jinguo is dead]

[Gao Tengyu is dead]

[Deng Yongrui is dead]

[Night patrol, no anomalies]

“......”

The entire security room was silent, and Qiao Dui's hand stopped turning the page.

Why is it so quiet?

He raised his head and saw that Chen Qixing had put down his phone and was staring at him without knowing when.

"What are you looking at?"

Chen Qixing asked, his voice low.