Chapter 45 Security Booth

"It's so damn cold today!" Yin Hui pulled on her black windbreaker, looked at the starlight swallowed up by the dark clouds, and cursed in her heart.

There were no pedestrians on the street, it was empty, with only the flickering street lights that looked like ghost eyes emitting a faint light. There were no rentals on the street either, so he could only bravely move towards the funeral parlor.

Late at night, at this time, it was the first time that Yin Hui came to a funeral parlor that he was familiar with at such a dark time. However, the funeral parlor at this time actually made him feel strange, a dead six-story building in the gray air.

Staying there, one can't help but be stunned.

For some reason, Yin Hui suddenly remembered something that Old Man Zhao once said: Storms always burst out suddenly in silence.

A line of blood-red fonts was clearly displayed on the door of the funeral home: Welcome.

This is said to the dead;

Also said to ghosts.

Yin Hui knocked hard on the door of the security room on one side, and a trembling voice came from inside the room.

"Who - who - who?"

Yin Hui tried to use a gentle tone and said: "It's me, Yin Hui."

The door creaked open, and the rusty iron shaft always made this pale sound when it turned.

And this sound is undoubtedly a kind of dying sorrow in the funeral home.

For a moment, a young security guard stuck out half of his head and stared at Yin Hui with frightened eyes. He didn't know Yin Hui, he was new here, and he was afraid of anything that happened in the funeral home, especially late at night.

Yin Hui seemed to understand something and smiled faintly. Then he slowly took out his work ID card and handed it to the security guard: "Brother, are you new here? I am a staff member here."

After comparing the documents over and over again several times, the little security guard finally calmed down, but still asked with some uneasiness: "Yes, I understand. But, it's so late, what are you doing here?"

Yin Hui said calmly: "A colleague of mine called me. Something may have happened in the funeral home. I need to go in and deal with it. I hope you can open the door."

The security guard was stunned. He turned his head and glanced blankly at the black building. He hesitated: "But there was no one in the funeral home at all. I even went in and walked around after get off work."

"No one?" Yin Hui took a deep breath in surprise.

The security guard nodded blankly and said in a low voice, "Yes, there is no one."

Yin Hui looked at the vague outline of the funeral parlor again. Could this be all his imagination?

That mysterious phone call, and the woman’s scream on the phone...

Impossible, absolutely impossible.

Yin Hui secretly shook his head.

"Please leave quickly. I won't let you in. There are rules and regulations here. No matter what happens at night, no one is allowed to enter without the director's order."

After saying that, the little security guard sat on the chair again, looking at the comic book in his hand with bright eyes, enjoying it endlessly.

As a member of the funeral parlor, Yin Hui knew that their parlor did have such a rule.

Yin Hui stood outside and felt a little cold, so she took out a box of cigarettes with trembling hands, pulled out two cigarettes, and handed one to the security guard.

The little security guard hesitated for a moment, then looked at Yin Hui's face. He might have thought it was familiar and didn't look like a bad guy, so he took it over.

Yin Hui lit the fire for him and then said, "Brother, where is Mr. Zhang who came to the door?"

"Oh, he was sick, so he asked me to come on duty temporarily."

"Oh, I'm sick." Yin Hui smiled, secretly angry in her heart. She didn't expect that Lao Zhang would let such an inexperienced boy guard the door without thinking about the consequences.

Thinking back to the last time he saw him tremblingly burning paper money, Yin Hui felt happy in his heart. What a man! The older he gets, the more afraid he is of death. Isn't Lao Zhang still afraid of the ghost-catching curse?

But looking at the innocent look on this kid’s face, he probably doesn’t know about the deaths a few days ago!

"Well, let me call Lao Zhang. He knows me. If he agrees to let me in, how about you let me in?" Yin Hui said in a negotiating tone.

He had been thinking about it for a long time just now and felt that it was really inappropriate to leave like this. Since he had already arrived at the funeral parlor, he had to go in and take a look.

The little security guard lowered his head and pondered for a while, and finally nodded and said: "Well, you give Lao Zhang a call. If he lets you in, I will let you in, but I have to follow you. After all, we are not very good.

familiar."

The little security guard glanced at the cigarette butt in his hand, put it out, and then threw it into the trash can.

"Yeah, okay." Yin Hui quickly took out the phone from his pocket and dialed Lao Zhang's number.

After a while of beeping, Lao Zhang finally answered the phone.

Yin Hui explained for a while, and then Lao Zhang agreed to let Yin Hui in. But in the end, he specifically told Yin Hui: "Yin Hui, don't touch anything after you go in, and don't leave any fingerprints. Just call the police. Otherwise,

Don’t say anything.”

After that, Lao Zhang hung up the phone and a blind tone sounded.

Yin Hui's mouth widened. What did Lao Zhang mean? Don't touch things, don't leave fingerprints, just call the police or something...

Does Lao Zhang know what murder happened inside?

The more I think about it, the more wrong it becomes.

The little security guard heard Lao Zhang's tone and seemed to agree to let Yin Hui in, so he also got out of the security room.

Yin Hui glanced at the book held by the security guard. There were three big characters written on it: "Frightening Night".

He couldn't help but be surprised. Reading a book like this at night in a funeral home was so different from the timidity the security guard showed just now, right?

A strange gust of wind blew by, blowing up a few pages of the Horror Night book, and a page of a naked woman suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

This made Yin Hui laugh. Damn it, she turned out to be a pervert. She put H novels in horror novels so that even if she was caught reading, she would not be laughed at...

Yin Hui smacked his lips.

While the security guard was opening the lock, he took the opportunity to look inside.

There is a table and a kitchen shelf under the dim light.

A new quilt is lying quietly on the bed, a small pair of women's underwear is exposed outside the quilt, and a pair of red women's slippers are lying quietly on the ground, with the toe of the toe facing the head of the bed. If you look carefully, you will also find that

There are white sanitary napkins on the ground and a condom among them.

It seems that this guy regarded the funeral parlor as his home, brought his girlfriend here, and just took the opportunity to vent his anger.

Suddenly, the quilt began to squirm, and then turned over. Yin Hui stared at the quilt in surprise. The person inside slowly twisted his body, and a snow-white woman's long legs were exposed.

"How about it, one hundred yuan a time." The little security guard noticed Yin Hui's little behavior. Instead of being angry, he smiled lewdly and recommended his girlfriend.

Yin Hui hurriedly shook his head to express his gratitude.

But he was scolding this guy in his heart. He actually let his girlfriend be sold out for a hundred yuan. It was really embarrassing for a man, and he couldn't help but despise the young man.

"What's wrong with young people today?" Yin Hui muttered to himself.

At this time, the young woman on the bed turned over and slipped completely out of the quilt. Her seductive curves seemed to have endless attraction, tempting Yin Hui to spend the one hundred yuan.

Yin Hui's cheeks turned red, and she secretly recited a Taoist heart-clearing mantra, which calmed her racing heartstrings.

With a sound of metal colliding, the young man finally opened the iron chain and pressed the switch of the electronic door.

After Yin Hui came in, he asked the young man to lead the way. While the young man was not paying attention, he wrote a few strange symbols on the door of the security booth.

He knew that it was very easy for a girl to attract perverts if she stayed alone in the security booth, especially if her toes were facing the bed, which was the first step in avoiding Feng Shui.

Put a spell on her, and ordinary ghosts won't get in.

Following the security guard, Yin Hui walked into the lifeless funeral parlor.

He opened the glass door of the funeral parlor and scattered a bunch of yuan bills as a way of paying homage to the ghosts inside. He had disturbed their rest. Only in this way could he comfort their resentment and avoid causing trouble for the two of them.

The young man was very disdainful of Yin Hui's behavior. In his eyes, these were just feudal superstitions.

However, he did not notice that as soon as his front foot left, the paper money that had been lying quietly on the ground slowly floated up, and finally floated slowly towards the morgue.

Based on the landline number, Yin Hui deduced that the phone number Zhou Haiqing called her was on the top floor, so she asked the security guard to follow her up the stairs.

Not to mention, in this atmosphere, Yin Hui's heart was still a little trembling even if someone was accompanying her, let alone acting alone. For a moment, she felt a little jealous of this fearless little security guard.

gratitude.

Walking along the long corridor, there was nothing but the sound of footsteps.

Very few people go up to the third floor, because most of this place is a warehouse. Occasionally when business is busy, one or two rooms will be opened as a working place for the undertaker, and there will also be a cremator. But I don’t know why.

This crematorium, which had only been used a few times a few years ago, was completely sealed and has never been touched since.

Yin Hui was also curious and asked Old Zhaotou about the sealed cremator in a circumstantial way. However, Old Zhaotou was quite allergic to this and always kept silent or used other topics to divert the conversation.

After several unsuccessful attempts, Yin Hui stopped asking.

Now that I think about it, there must be something fishy about the crematorium, and it may be the clue that runs through the entire incident.

"Brother, there's nothing going on here, let's go!" The hands of the little security guard following Yin Hui finally trembled a little. It seems that his courage has not yet reached the point of seeking defeat alone.

The weak beam of the flashlight shines on the ceiling, and the round halo is like a frail human face, unpredictable.

The empty corridors and dim lights looked exactly like the scenes in horror movies.

Occasionally one or two passing spirits passed by. Although Yin Hui could see them, he pretended not to see them, and the ghosts passed through them as if they were invisible. Of course, the little security guard didn't know all this.

Otherwise the expression on his face would be wonderful, wouldn't it?

After walking through several rooms, it was still very quiet, nothing unusual.

Soon the two of them reached the end of the small passage. At the end, Yin Hui looked around and found nothing unusual, so he smiled bitterly. After a busy meal, it turned out that he was overthinking it. Maybe this was a case.

An elaborate prank.

Thinking of this, he breathed a heavy sigh of relief and patted the young security guard on the shoulder: "Brother, you are brave. Have you considered working in a funeral parlor?"

The little security guard turned pale and shook his head hurriedly: "Forget it, I'm allergic to dead people. I'll faint when I see one lying down."

Yin Hui laughed twice and motioned for him to go back.
Chapter completed!