Chapter 51 Fairy Lane

"Squeak..." The old wooden door was opened from the inside out. As soon as Director Zhou entered the room, he saw Yin Hui and Tang Yan, and his expression was a little awkward.

"Hello, Director." Yin Hui stood up and said hello.

A thin layer of sweat appeared on Curator Zhou's head. He seemed to be frightened and frightened. He stammered when speaking and was very nervous: "Oh, you are here too. Sit down. Sit down quickly."

The few of them were polite for a while and then sat down separately.

"It just so happened that I was going to gather you all together for a meeting, but I didn't expect that you were all gathered together. It just so happened that I didn't have to notify you one by one." Director Zhou smiled: "Well, the funeral home is temporarily closed to the public. Starting tomorrow,

Come on, I will send you to work in another unit first, and we will open the business again after the storm of this matter has passed." At this point, he took out a handkerchief and wiped his face, and said calmly: "Don't worry, the unit is here for me.

We've already made contact, and I'll report it tomorrow, it's the Changzhuang Funeral Home, it's newly opened and there aren't many employees."

Yin Hui and others nodded, no matter how hard they went to work, at least they would get paid.

"Wow, that's great. You can support yourself from tomorrow on!" The thought of being able to come into contact with corpses made Yin Hui feel a little perverted. The perverted little girl actually jumped three feet high with joy, which made Yin Hui secretly feel.

I wonder if this little girl is a big fan of the movie "Confused Romance"? Otherwise, how could she be so obsessed with it?

"Feifei, why are you here?" The curator noticed Shen Feifei at this time and seemed to know her.

"Uncle Zhou, I am also a makeup artist!" Shen Feifei said with a smile on her face.

"Make-up artist? How is that possible!" Director Zhou was shocked: "Didn't I specifically inform Xiao Ma at the beginning that he must arrange for someone to be in charge of the front desk?"

Shen Feifei, however, looked nonchalant: "It's none of his business. I applied for the job secretly because I like the job of a makeup artist."

After hearing what he said, Director Zhou couldn't help laughing: "Oh, Shen girl, you are still as naughty as before. You have grown up and you still don't change."

"Okay! Now that you have decided, I can't force you. When you get tired of this job, just tell me and I will adjust your work position for you."

Shen Feifei smiled, took Director Zhou's arm and said coquettishly: "Thank you, Uncle Zhou."

Curator Zhou touched her little head lovingly: "What's the point of thanking you? I could have watched you grow up. I remember when I was one year old, you were so cruel at the wedding banquet.

He kicked me."

"Okay! Uncle Zhou still holds grudges!"

"Hahaha..." Director Zhou, Zhao Deshui and others all laughed, and the atmosphere in the room became much more lively.

"Director, the funeral parlor has been sealed, but some of my personal belongings are still in the cupboard. It would be inconvenient for you to let me in." After a while, Yin Hui said something.

"It's simple. I just say hello to the police station. You can show me when." The curator took out his mobile phone and dialed a series of numbers.

"Now!" Yin Hui looked out the window. The setting sun was still struggling, and the sky was not completely dark yet. She had enough time to go back and forth by herself.

"Yes!" Director Zhou nodded. After a while of greetings, he told Yin Hui that it was done.

Before going out, Director Zhou gave him a joking look and said: "Xiao Yin, let me remind you, that Ouyang Xue is not easy to mess with. His father has a great background. You let her do everything and don't mess with the relationship.

stiff."

Yin Hui smiled: "Don't worry, curator, I won't have anything happen to this girl."

Curator Zhou nodded and said: "That's good. You go as soon as possible. It won't be safe if you are late."

"Master, have you packed up your clothes? Do you want me to bring you something else?" Yin Hui looked back at the dazed old Zhao Tou. Zhao Deshui woke up from his stupor and waved his hands: "No need.

No……"

Yin Hui frowned and said nothing.

Walking out of Zhao Deshui's community, he ran to the crematorium again.

Time flies so fast, and all the effort of the day is wasted between two points and one line.

The sunset dyed the western sky red, shining faintly on every corner, not even a dog hole. Against the background of this warm color, Tang Yan's originally handsome face looked even more pretty.

They are so alluring, especially those red lips that make Yin Hui salivate. They are translucent and make Yin Hui want to bite them off.

How could I not like such a woman who has fascinated thousands of people?

Yin Hui unconsciously indulged in it...

He just looked at Tang Yan dreamingly.

Suddenly, Tang Yan glanced over and saw Yin Hui, who was looking at her in a daze. Her face turned red, she lowered her head and said nothing. Yin Hui also felt a little embarrassed, so she stopped looking at her.

"Yin Hui, what do you think of me?" Tang Yan mustered up her courage and whispered in Yin Hui's ear.

"You are a good girl." Yin Hui said sincerely, her eyes unblinking to prove that she was not lying.

"No, you are lying." Tang Yan's tone suddenly became serious: "I am not a good girl."

Yin Hui was stunned for a moment and looked at Tang Yan in confusion: "Uh, why did you say that?"

"I am an embalmer, do you dislike me for being... dirty?" Tang Yan said in a stiff tone.

"No, Tang Yan, you are a good girl, it's me..." Yin Hui faltered and was speechless.

"Okay, we're here, you two don't need to exchange feelings anymore, just go in quickly."

Yin Hui wondered if Shen Feifei was too naive and spoke directly without going through her brain. Don't you know how to create some atmosphere for yourself?

This light bulb... is too bright.

After getting off the bus, the sky turned gray and dark, and the funeral parlor in front was gradually illuminated by the yellow sunset, slowly turning from yellow to black, as if the whole world was dimming.

When I walked to the communication room, I saw security guard Lao Zhang standing guard there with a baton in his hand. When he saw Yin Hui coming, he waved and said hello.

Yin Hui smiled slightly, and then asked: "Old Zhang, where was the young man yesterday?"

"That guy? Oh, don't mention it." Lao Zhang sighed: "After I got back, I insisted that I cheated him, but..." After saying that, Lao Zhang pointed to the red and swollen left side of his face.

The meaning is obvious, he was beaten.

Yin Hui smiled, but he was calculating in his heart: "You deserve it, who told you to be unethical."

Except for the two special police officers who were scolded before, there was no one else in the funeral home. Ouyang Xue had already left the scene, and she probably went to the police station. Out of sight, out of mind, she opened the key to the cabinet and took some of her own things.

Yin Hui walked out from inside.

The doors of the funeral home have long been sealed with yellow tape, making it look like a claustrophobic forbidden area for the living.

But when Yin Hui walked to the security booth, security guard Lao Zhang, who had been looking good just now, suddenly changed his expression and glared at Yin Hui angrily, making his eyes bleed.

Yin Hui immediately realized something was wrong and frowned: "Old Zhang, what's wrong with you?"

"You... you... all get out of here, get out of here quickly!" The police baton in Lao Zhang's hand banged on the wall.

"Lao Zhang, what are you..." Yin Hui looked at the furious Lao Zhang and felt very baffled.

His thin limbs were shaking violently, his mouth and nose were crooked, his hair was fluffy, and he was shouting some nonsense dialect, like a clown in a circus.

"Didn't you hear? Ah!... Get out of here, get out of here, get out of here quickly!" After saying that, Lao Zhang actually threw the baton in his hand as a weapon. Fortunately, Yin Hui's skill was unknown.

How clever he was, he could easily dodge by changing his posture slightly.

But at this moment, he was thinking in his heart, is there something wrong with Lao Zhang, a neurasthenia?

Yin Hui decided not to care about him anymore because he was very angry with the old man's behavior. Of course, it was not that he had never done it before, but it was just not as obvious as it is now.

Alas! I don’t know when this old man’s mental illness will be cured, it’s just so abnormal.

While he was jumping around there, Yin Hui quickly slipped out and called a taxi.

"I always feel that Lao Zhang is a bit weird now. Could it be that he is possessed by a ghost?" In the taxi, Yin Hui looked back at the security booth. At this moment, Lao Zhang returned to his previous posture and looked at him with a smile.

On his side, the violent expression just now has also disappeared. Compared with before, he is a completely different person.

Tang Yan on the side shook her head: "It's impossible. If it's a ghost, he should do everything possible to harm us like the old woman before. But just now, Lao Zhang was just driving us away."

"It's true." Yin Hui rubbed his fluffy hair. The more he thought about it, the more something was wrong. The more he thought about it, the less he could figure it out.

Pulling down the car curtain, Yin Hui glanced back through the glass window. The field of vision was filled with thick fog, which was blurry, just like the dense ink paintings in a Chinese painting. Only the dim light of the security booth could barely make it out.

Ding, a blood-red flying ant landed on the glass window at some point, and with two rows of jagged tentacles, it crawled straight towards the roof of the car.

Looking at this strange little animal, Yin Hui suddenly felt something wrong in his heart. He didn't know exactly what the reason was. He only knew that this feeling was unexpected and... strange.

"Master, please turn around and go back!" After some mental struggle, Yin Hui finally made up his mind and called the driver to stop.

The driver was stunned and stepped on the clutch with his right foot. The taxi swayed a few times and landed in the middle of the road: "Hey, kid. What kind of idea are you planning? It's already dark. I don't know where this place is."

I won’t go there again.” After saying that, he pointed to the top of his head.

Over the whole suburb, large areas of darkness spread wantonly. After a while, it was like a closed world. You couldn't see your fingers, giving people a feeling of suffocation. If the taxi's two lamp heads hadn't been turned on to the maximum power,

, I’m afraid it’s not easy to discern the road ahead.

Yin Hui also knew that since several vicious cases occurred in succession, the area near the funeral home has become a veritable death zone. Moreover, judging from the driver's character, he is not a courageous person. He was allowed to play such an adventure game in vain.

It's really difficult.

But there are exceptions to everything.

Taking out a brand new Mao Zedong card from his pocket, Yin Hui smiled and stuffed it into the driver's palm holding the steering wheel: "Brother, I am indeed in a hurry. Please be accommodating. Just this time. You won't do it next time."

As the saying goes, don't hit someone with a smiling face. The driver raised his eyebrows and put the money into his pocket without politeness: "Seeing that you are an honest person, I won't beat around the bush."

"Let's talk about it first. You can go, but you can't make me wait for you for too long. If it takes more than ten minutes, I will step on the accelerator and leave immediately."
To be continued...