Funeral anchor: I have a building in Shanghai

Chapter 32 System Upgrade, Funeral Anchor

With one brain extraction,

eyes full of roulette,
Liu Li turned around expectantly and looked outside the small building.

Doors are opening and closing.

It was knocked open by the fat mother when she got out, and she stubbornly opened and closed, closed and opened again, and the range gradually became smaller.

From Liu Li's point of view, the hearse parked outside the door seemed to be caught by the door.

"Guru~"

Liu Li swallowed her saliva, and her raised feet couldn't fall down.

her rich imagination,
The inner drama of the essence of drama,

Let her eyes seem to have wings, and have the ability to pass through walls,
See through the hearse,
Seeing through the ice coffin,

I saw the ruffian beauty lying inside.

pale... puffy...

Extraction, what kind of extraction method is it?

Did it come from her?
That... where?

Liu Li muttered a little, hesitated and hesitated.

The more you think about it, the more detailed the picture becomes, and you even simulate the feel and smell in your mind...

Liu Li, you can do it!
Don't be so useless.

Get moving.

Duck.

Ruffian beauty is waiting for you, bah bah bah.

No, no, it's a corpse,

still not right

It's extraction, extraction is waiting for you.

Liu Li's whole body is messy,
My mind is like a racetrack, all kinds of horse races rush forward,

But his feet remained motionless as if being hugged by several big men crying and shouting.

At this time, the "ding ding ding" system notification sounded, as if someone grabbed her hair and lifted the drowning Liu Li out of the washbasin.

The translucent panel emerged on its own without calling, occupying Liu Li's entire field of vision.

"Detected that the novice task has been completed."

"First registered customer to receive."

"The funeral one-stop system has been upgraded to the official version, and it has been renamed—the funeral anchor system."

"The system is being upgraded, so stay tuned!"

Liu Li's mind went from confusion to sobriety, and he began to think unconsciously.

Funeral anchor?

This means that the weight of the anchor has been greatly improved, and it is tied with the funeral.

In the future, it is obviously not enough to just select customers, get them to the store, and finally have a funeral.

Do you want to live broadcast or shoot a video?

What are you broadcasting?

Do you sell urns live?
Isn't this a riot?
As soon as Liu Li pondered and worried, the physical fear subsided.

But before she could muster up the courage to touch the corpse, Yun'er appeared in front of Liu Li fully armed, and broke her defense with a single sentence.

"Boss, I'm going to receive customers first. It will take some time to clean up and put on makeup. Today is too late. We can arrange funerals starting tomorrow."

...You said it earlier!
... You should have said it earlier!
Liu Li was in a mess.

It never occurred to her that she could wait for Yun'er to pack up the client's body before picking it up.

Bai was confused.

After Yun'er finished her report, she carried the toolbox and walked towards the hearse.

The doll ran over to help.

"Liu~ Boss Liu."

The ruffian called timidly.

Liu Li came back to her senses, and quickly introduced with a smile: "Auntie, Yun'er is the best mortician in our store. What he is best at is to repair the face and body of the deceased, and try to restore her appearance when she was alive."

"Just don't worry, Xiaomei will definitely be groomed."

The ruffian mother nodded again and again, her eyes regained light, she held Liu Li's hand and said, "Boss Liu, you must make Xiaomei look better, she loves beauty the most."

"Don't worry about money. I have money. I have money. When I came here, I asked someone to ask for the price. I sold the house in the county seat. It should be enough... right?"

Mom ruffian looked at Liu Li anxiously.

Liu Li subconsciously nodded.

Funeral is not so much for the dead as it is for the living.

How is it enough?No matter what!
just,

Seeing this mother in front of her who might not be very conscientious or capable, but was willing to sell the house for her daughter's funeral, Liu Li couldn't bear to take the money anymore.

Suddenly, Liu Li thought of the system that had just been upgraded, and the name "Funeral Anchor System", and a guess emerged from his mind.

Streaming a funeral?

It seems... there is something wrong!

The more Liu Li thinks about it, the brighter his eyes will be. It's better than performing a bargaining urn for fans, trying to sleep in a coffin, etc. It's not 01:30.

Just do it!

Liu Li held ruffian mother's hand behind her back, looked her in the eyes and said sincerely: "Auntie, we decided to give Xiaomei the highest level of service.

From cleaning, makeup, to clothing, coffin, to cremation, encoffining...

The entire funeral is one-stop, and we will use our best strength to achieve perfection. "

The ruffian mother was expecting and flustered, and asked in a trembling voice: "Well, how much does it cost? If the house is not enough, I will borrow it again."

As she spoke, she took out her cell phone.

"Need not!"

Liu Li pressed her hand and said, "It doesn't cost any money, as long as..."

The ruffian looked at her nervously.

Liu Li took a deep breath and said, "I hope Xiaomei can become the first customer of our funeral live broadcast in Liuli Funeral Store in Shanghai."

A look of resistance appeared on the ruffian's face: "Live broadcast?"

"Yes, live broadcast!
We will live broadcast the entire funeral process for all fans, and of course, we promise not to infringe on Xiaomei's privacy. "

Seeing the growing resistance on ruffian mother's face, Liu Li hurriedly said, "Under the witness of everyone, Xiaomei will walk through the last part of her life in the most beautiful appearance."

These words seemed to hit something, the resistance on the ruffian's face faded, and she murmured: "Xiaomei loves to shoot videos and live broadcasts the most.

She sure likes...

Okay, let's broadcast live. "

After making a decision, the tight string in Mommy's heart was loosened, and the whole person looked tired, old, and crumbling.

In this world, the only thing that makes people more sad than losing their parents in youth and spouse in middle age is losing their independence in old age.

"Auntie, don't worry, we will do our best and do well."

After Liu Li helped the ruffian mother to sit down, she called Xiao Jiu and Ling Nai over, and said:
"Come and help me make a video."

Linnai excitedly took out the equipment, set it up and asked, "Sister Liuli, what shall we shoot?"

"Live preview!"

Standing in front of the camera, Liu Li clearly uttered the words she had prepared:
"This is the one-stop shop for funerals in the capital city.
I am Liuli. "

Linnai and Xiaojiu manipulated the equipment and took pictures of the interior of the small building.

"We are going to do something that no one in the whole network has done so far."

"Live, funeral live!"

"People have a place of origin and a way back."

"What we want to broadcast live is the last part of the journey home."

"At 10 o'clock tomorrow morning,
The first funeral live broadcast,
See you there. "

Liu Li made an OK gesture, and Ling Nai and Xiao Jiu turned off the phone with shocked expressions.

Funeral, live broadcast...

Liu Li made a sudden attack, which confused everyone around him.

She didn't say anything more, looking through the floor-to-ceiling windows, she saw Yuner and Wawa directing the hearse to the back door of the small building.

Liu Li bit her lower lip lightly for a moment, as if she had made some decision, first motioned to the two little ones to take care of the ruffian mother, then turned and left.

"Sister Liuli, why are you going?"

"Take a bath!"

"..."

Leaving the confused little secretary behind, Liu Li went up to the second floor.

Second floor, bathroom,
The bathtub is filled with water,
Melting water vapor, hazy,
Liu Li took off all her clothes early, stood naked by the edge of the bathtub, and stretched her feet to test the water temperature.

……

First floor, funeral room,
Ruffian Mei was removed from the ice coffin and lay on the bed,
With the help of the doll, Yoona put on gloves and a mask,
Like a massage, his hands gently touched Ruffian Mei's face...

……

On the second floor, Liu Li kept cheering herself up:
"Liu Li! Liu Li!"

"Be brave, you are not afraid of the living, how can you be afraid of the dead?"

"This hurdle is always to be passed, and we cannot rely on others."

"You can, you can't escape."

She took a deep breath, gritted her teeth and stomped her feet, pinched her nose and slid into the bathtub until she stepped on the bottom, only her hair was still floating on the water.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

Ten seconds, 20 seconds, 30 seconds...

1 minutes passed!

With a "wow",
Liu Li suddenly sat up from the bathtub, breathing heavily, letting water drops slide down her bangs on her forehead, and slide past the corners of her mouth that slowly curved.

Get out of the tub,

Dry yourself hastily,

Putting on his clothes, he called the secretary's phone number:

"Where are you?"

"The funeral room? Mmm, I'll be right there!"

Liu Li walked with the wind, and the person had already gone out, and the bathroom door was closed heavily, with a "bang" sound...

……

"boom!"

Magic City, Mizuki Studio.

The sound of the door opening caused Bo Shao, who was concentrating on watching people's paintings, to withdraw his bright smile and cast a sideways glance.

"Young Master Bo, I am the owner of the studio, Young Master Bo is here, Peng Pisheng..."

"throw it out!"

Bo Shao didn't wait for the other party to finish speaking, and ordered lightly.

Several bodyguards in black suits appeared out of nowhere, set up the owner of the studio and dragged him away, his screams turned into whimpers, and then he went away.

The studio became quiet again.

Young Master Bo focused on watching people painting again.

The studio is spacious and bright, and the floor-to-ceiling windows let in the sunlight wantonly, casting all kinds of painting utensils, drawing boards, brushes..., as well as the painters and people watching the paintings with dazzling light.

In the air, there is a faint, unique smell of paint. Taking a deep breath, it is like inhaling the color of Van Gogh into the lungs.

The only uncoordinated and unnatural thing is that the painter is blind.

The old blind man tossed the paintbrush, stood up and asked, "My dear boy, what do you think?"

"Master's paintings are naturally good."

Bo Shao stared at the painting intently.

It was an oil painting,
The topmost layer of the painting is the sky, a pair of ruthless eyes opened on the sky, overlooking the world, as if the god of death is outlining the sickle with his eyes, waving it carelessly;

Under the giant eyes are tall buildings.

A tall building pierced the sky and pierced through the clouds, as if the whole world was falling towards this tall building.

The tall building is falling towards a woman downstairs.

In the oil painting with dark tones, everything seems hazy and illusory, between existence and non-existence, only the colorful colors of the woman are like the top of a medieval cathedral, the gorgeous glass dome, and the strong presence of reality feel.

A woman, tall buildings appear behind her, eyes open in the sky?

"Master."

Bo Shao finally moved his eyes away, looked at the old blind man, and asked, "Is this what you saw on Modu Liuli?"

"of course not."

The old blind man denied it flatly: "I'm blind, what do you think?"

As he said, he took off his sunglasses. There should be only two holes where the eyes should be. There are scars from wounds in the holes, but there are no eyes.

Bo Shao was speechless.

"Take care of the painting, I want to send it away."

After the old blind man said a word, he became the hands-off shopkeeper.

After the painting was finished, a courier from SF Express was brought to the door of the studio.

The old blind man handed over the painting to the younger brother himself.

"What? The coupon for five yuan can't be used in the same city express?"

"Why?"

"Forget it, send it there for me."

Bo Shao couldn't laugh or cry when he heard the conversation at the door of the studio, and then the bright smile disappeared little by little, and he rubbed his chin to ponder.

Afterwards, Young Master Bo took out his mobile phone and made a call:
"Help me carefully check the Liuli Funeral Shop in the Magic City."

"Also, are they recruiting?

Hmm, are you sure you want a man? "

……

"Who sent me something?"

Liu Li glanced at the SMS notification of SF Express in a strange way.

"It doesn't matter, it's important."

Liu Li took a deep breath and pushed open the door of the funeral room...

(End of this chapter)