"The destruction of the body by the funeral home must be reported to the Special Investigation Bureau. However, as for the situation at the bottom of the lake, we will have to go and see it first and then decide according to the situation. ”

After Zhang Lingchuan sealed the house with a paper talisman, he took me to prepare to go out.

"Let's take us to see the people who have been in close contact with the corpses."

In the funeral home, there is a mess.

Shen Qiu rushed over from the other end of the corridor, tired and panting, his cheeks crimson.

Before she could catch her breath, she grabbed the curator's sleeve and hurriedly asked, "Curator, where has my master gone?" How come I can't find her everywhere? ”

The curator was a little nervous at this time, and he helped his glasses: "Your master, she is a little uncomfortable, in the warehouse." ”

Not feeling well, going to the warehouse?

I was keenly aware that something was wrong.

Then I thought that Shen Qiu's master was a burial makeup artist.

So he blurted out: "Could it be that Shen Qiu's master is also the one who has been in close contact with that corpse?" ”

The curator glanced at Shen Qiu rather tangled before he opened his mouth with a sad face.

"That's the second thing I want to tell you!"

Zhang Lingchuan's eyes fell on him: "Explain it plainly." ”

He paced down the dark hallway with his hands behind his back.

Finally, let out a deep sigh.

"It's not easy to say, please go and see with me directly."

The more vague he was, the more anxious Shen Qiu became.

"My master is ...... her"

The curator waved his hand: "Let's come along." ”

The backyard in the funeral home doesn't know if it's in disrepair or because of the yin qi.

The lights on the road are all flickering.

The warehouse is on the negative floor of the funeral home.

The further down it goes, the colder it becomes.

The curator carried a flashlight and went all the way down.

It wasn't until we stopped in front of a large iron gate that the curator spoke tremblingly.

"That corpse, I'm afraid there is an infectious disease."

"The people who carried the corpse, the people who examined the corpse, and the makeup artist all contracted a strange disease!"

"First the skin on their hands began to fester, and then abscesses grew on their bodies!"

Shen Qiu's eyes widened, and he rushed up to knock on the door, but was stopped by the curator.

"Don't go, don't go!"

"Who knows if getting close will infect you?"

Shen Qiu cried out, "But my master is still inside!" ”

"The people from the Special Investigation Bureau will come to treat them in a while, don't go up and make trouble!"

In fact, we have come all the way here, and we already have a number in our hearts.

Zhang Lingchuan was not surprised by this.

He raised his head and looked at the dark iron door fixedly: "Call the headquarters of the Special Investigation Bureau first, and ask them to send a quarantine car over, and all the people here will be transported to the hospital of the Special Investigation Bureau for treatment without contact." ”

The curator nodded repeatedly, then walked aside and called the Special Investigation Bureau for help.

Zhang Lingchuan led me up.

"We're going to have to destroy the poisonous corpses up there."

I was surprised and asked, "What is a poisonous corpse?" ”

Yin corpses, walking corpses, zombies, I've heard of all of them, but I haven't seen this poisonous corpse.

But Zhang Lingchuan said with a cold face: "This thing is particularly dangerous, and it is also very troublesome to deal with. Because its corpse is highly toxic, once the poison gas spreads, it will pose a great threat to the safety of the surrounding residents. ”

I gasped.

Kong Sanniang's voice came from behind me: "Isn't this just turning people into weapons?" ”

"Gee, you two have been in that room for so long. Will you be okay? Do you want to go to the hospital for a check-up? ”

Arriving at the door of the refrigerator again, Zhang Lingchuan said softly: "It's out of the way." Fortunately, the corpses here have not been infected for a long time, and the poison gas is not very deep. ”

"However, we still have to seal this place before we deal with it, so that the poisonous gas inside does not leak out."

He took out his mobile phone and made a direct call to Liu Yanliang and asked the other party to bring the seal in.

However, when Zhang Lingchuan did these things, he lowered his voice and whispered.

It doesn't seem to want others to know.

While waiting for Liu Yanliang's arrival, Zhang Lingchuan leaned against the end of the corridor and whispered to us about the origin of the poisonous corpse.

He said that he also read it from ancient books.

The book says that during the war years hundreds of years ago, hundreds of people fled for their lives to a place called Buzhong Village.

But that place was in a barren mountain, remote and isolated from the rest of the world.

Ordinary food is difficult to grow at all.

Fortunately, there is a duangong who can pinch and calculate in the village.

He found a water source for the village, and used feng shui to forcibly change the fortune, so that Buzhong Village, which had no grass, was changed again.

The villagers had a headache and brain fever or something, and they all asked him to help.

Therefore, Duan Gong was supported by the villagers and became the village head, and since then he has also been a highly respected existence in the village.

I don't know if Duan Gong leaked too many heavenly opportunities, his family is thin, and he has been married for more than ten years, and he has an only son.

What's even more bizarre is that his only son has an ugly face and is stupid.

That Duangong was worried about whether his son would be able to live well in the future, and he also thought of various ways to treat him, but to no avail.

Duan Gong loved his children, and when he was dying, he helped his son marry a daughter-in-law, hoping that she could take care of his stupid son.

In addition, Duan Gong also specially found a good day and an auspicious day, organized a party in the village, and distributed his family property to the whole village.

I only hope that they can take care of this stupid son more after their death.

When he said this, Zhang Lingchuan stopped, bent down and lit a cigarette.

I listened attentively and hurriedly asked him, "What happened next?" How's it going? ”

Zhang Lingchuan spat out a wisp of cigarette and smiled mockingly.

"That Duan Gong has been calculating all his life, and he has leaked countless heavenly secrets for the whole village. But he only forgot that human nature is extremely complicated. ”

After he finished his cigarette, he continued to tell the story.

After Duangong died, the people in the village did take care of the fool for a while.

But later, they found out that the fool was really stupid.

His daughter-in-law hid it from him and ran out to hook up with other villagers, and the people in the village, who had already received the money from Duangong, coveted the family property left by Duangong even more.

After a rainstorm, they put on masks, pretended to be bandits, and rushed into Duangong's house to kill the stupid son.

The people in the village have all received the favor of Duangong.

But that night, for money, they killed the benefactor's son, divided his house, and seized his wife.

Even, afraid that the stupid son would go underground to complain, he broke his mouth and filled it with feces.

Finally, the body was thrown into the dung pit.

In the folk opinion, evil people are most afraid of filthy things.

As long as the dead are thrown into the dung pit, they will not be born forever.

But who would have thought that the stupid son of Duan Gong could turn into a poisonous corpse in the dung pit!

I was very uncomfortable to hear.

's mind is full of Zhang Lingchuan's last sentence.

"No matter how poisonous the corpse is, how can anyone be vicious?"