I play prophet in Salvation Organization

Chapter 4 Funeral Master

"Master, just stop here."

Listening to this polite voice, the taxi driver subconsciously focused his eyes on the front mirror.

Following the light of the mirror, the driver glanced at the pale young man sitting in the back seat, feeling a little hairy for no reason.

"It's really weird," the driver thought in his heart, "I have been driving a taxi for more than ten years, and I have seen many strange customers, but this one...is really the first time."

This was his first time driving a guest who almost felt like a "corpse".

His face was so pale that it was bloodless, his movements were slightly stiff, and there was a slight sound like phlegm stuck in his throat.

These creepy little details are stacked together, making it impossible for the driver to drive with peace of mind, and the hands holding the steering wheel are bruised.

And as luck would have it, the guest's destination was the funeral home...

If it weren't for the fact that this customer used an APP to book a car online, and he could still chat about ordinary topics after getting in the car, the driver would probably have already kicked the door of the car and rushed across the road.

"Dead people probably can't use online payment and car-hailing apps..." the driver master hypnotized himself.

Bering, who was sitting in the car, could probably understand what the master was thinking.

He looked down at the white shirt and scarf on his body: "Although I didn't choose black clothes to prevent the color difference from being obvious, but you can still feel the paleness of the corpse."

However, this is also impossible.

In order to prevent people from seeing the clues, he has been covered tightly this summer, but some places are still unavoidably unwrapped.

The only good situation is that the driver didn't call the police immediately, and so far he can lie safely in the taxi instead of lying sideways in the morgue or laboratory...

Glancing at the signboard of "Xiping Funeral Home", Bai Ling sighed and opened the car door.

Not long after he got out of the car, the driver turned the car around at the speed of light, turned around with the attitude of AE86 drifting and cornering, and drove on a trail like a rally.

Looking at the dust rising all over the sky, the corners of Bering's mouth twitched slightly.

Shaking his head, he turned around and stepped into the "Xiping Funeral Parlor".

The funeral home is not too big, but the environment is generally excellent.There are multiple areas such as the incinerator and the guest reception room. Except for a few rooms, the other areas are open-air, and the public toilet is in the innermost area.

This funeral parlor is similar to most of the funeral parlors in China. At least the facilities are quite complete, but the staff is a bit small. Even if Bering walked in through the main entrance, no one came out to ask if there was an appointment.

After glancing at the open-air area in the museum, Bering glanced at his mobile phone and put it in his pocket.

The gatekeeper is an old man, who is sitting on a chair at this moment, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he is leisurely listening to the radio.

After being covered by the shadow, the old man raised his eyes: "What kind of business do you want to do... What the hell?!"

The old man who was humming one second jumped up and looked at Bai Ling in disbelief.

As an old man who has worked in a funeral home for many years, for the first time, the old man felt that the guy in front of him was not a human being, but a walking corpse!

Glancing at the expression on the old man's face, Bering decided to explain a bit.

He pointed to his face: "Albinism."

You liar!

The old man with many years of experience in funeral parlors wanted to roll his eyes at Bering. He couldn't tell the difference between a corpse and albinism? !
But anyway, this guy in front of him can talk.

So the old man sat back on the chair again: "What's the matter?"

Bering: "It's like this. I'm Miss Lin's friend. When she went to the interview meeting two days ago, something was left there, so I brought it here for her."

As he spoke, Bering mentioned something in his hand.

After glancing at the handbag, the old man was half-convinced immediately.In addition, that "Miss Lin" did go to an interview a few days ago, and this young man seemed to be very familiar with her, so the old man nodded: "Oh, it's Xiao Lin's friend, she is working now, Turn left in front of you, you can wait for her there for a while..."

After getting the answer, Bering quickly thanked the old man, and after the old man waved his hand, he immediately walked to the work place of that "Miss Lin" with his bag.

Standing at the door, Bering ignored the "stop" notice at the door, and went straight in through the door.

It was a little dark inside the door, but there was still some light, and one could barely see a figure bent over and fiddling with something covered by a white cloth.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, the figure didn't raise his head: "Sorry, I'm working here, please wait outside the door first..."

Leaning against the door frame, Bering smiled and said, "If I were you, I should stop what I'm doing now."

As he spoke, he pointed to a body covered with a white cloth in the room: "That thing will wake up in a while, and if you continue to work now, there is a high probability that you will be attacked."

Hearing these words, the figure who was still bending over to work stopped what he was doing.

Raising her head, the dim light shone on the worker's face, rendering her delicate face even more hazy.However, under this orange light, her expression was as cold as ice, her eyes were indifferent and empty, and it even made people feel a little out of focus.

She is the target of Bering's trip - "undertaker" Lin Bi.

At the same time, she is also a famous makeup artist in the future.

From the sound of the name alone, this makeup artist is inseparable from the funeral industry.

After all, Lin Bi is a coffin.

But to be more accurate, she should be a make-up artist who emerged a year later and began to do makeup for the male and female protagonists of many film and television works!

Of course, the future expert in facial care is currently only acting as a funeral director in this "Xiping Funeral Parlor" to save the appearance of the deceased.

At this moment, the future makeup expert has no clue about his future.In fact, she is more concerned about the strange-looking young man in front of her right now: "What are you talking about?"

Lin He's tone was cold and blunt: "If you are joking, please get out immediately. This is a funeral home, please maintain the necessary courtesy and silence."

It was really as indifferent as recorded in the diary.

Thinking of this in his heart, Bering smiled and said, "Calm down, Miss Lin, I'm here because I want to talk to you about something. Ah, that's right."

Bai Ling pointed to the side of Lin He's work desk: "Please pay attention to the mobile phone next to your desk. It will fall off after five seconds. You don't seem to have a tempered film on it yet, right? Changing the screen is very troublesome. "

Ok?What is this guy talking about?
Lin He frowned: "I'm sorry sir, please don't make any more silly jokes..."

However, the sentence was not finished yet.

In the next second, the sound of a dull object falling to the ground echoed throughout the room.

Lin He, who was still talking a moment ago, shrank his pupils slightly when he heard the source of the sound.

She glanced back at her work desk.

Or to be more accurate, looking at the phone that has fallen by the corner of the table.

Really... dropped? !
(End of this chapter)