Doomsday housewives: the head of the family does not bow down

Chapter 100 The water becomes deeper
Mu Cang thought of the bloody bald head and said, "The bald head is the boss of the convoy. He should have climbed out from the window of the first or second room, trying to escape into the room where we are."

Simian wiped the cookie crumbs from the corner of his mouth, "There must be something hidden in the first two rooms. They were so frightened that they had to escape from the window."

Mu Cang said again: "The zombie we encountered when we opened the window was descending from the third floor tied with a rope. I just don't know if this person belongs to the convoy or not. Just as we speculated, there are zombies on the third floor."

After thinking for a while, she said again: "That fat girl should be the one who stayed in the funeral home before us. She was also fleeing at the time, which means that the accident on the third and second floors may have nothing to do with her. From this point of view , There are at least three groups of people in the Qishan funeral parlor."

Simian and Xiao Zai both nodded.

Xiao Zai raised his face and asked, "What should we do?"

Mu Cang put his arms around his chest, stared at the dark aisle, thought about what happened next, and said with emotion: "Are we lucky or unlucky?"

After eating and drinking enough, the three of them studied the blueprint shown by Meow again.

Mu Cang kept scratching with his fingertips, very annoyed: "There is not even a side door in the cremation area. Unless we smash the wall, otherwise, we have to go back the same way."

Si Mian unfolded the floor plan of the second floor and asked, "Shall we go to the second floor for a try?"

Mu Cang: "Then go up and have a look first."

They went up to the second floor—

The layout of the second floor of this building is completely different from that of the main building. There is only one door in total.

Pick the lock and enter the door.

The light was very dim, and Si Mian's flashlight shone around, "It seems to be a warehouse."

Xiao Zai pointed to the south glass window and said, "Mom, can you open the curtain?"

Mu Cang quickly pressed his little hand and said in a stern tone: "Not for now."

The second floor of the cremation area is the warehouse of the Qishan Funeral Home, where all the funeral supplies are piled up, and there is a faint smell of incense in the air.

Large and small rooms store all the supplies needed for funerals in different categories.

Almost all of the windows here face south, but they are all covered with blackout curtains.

Mu Cang walked behind one of the curtains, opened a little gap, and looked towards the courtyard in front——

The motorcycle that appeared last night was no longer visible, and the yard was empty.

She looked in the direction of the parking shed again. The angle was a bit off and she couldn't see clearly, but there seemed to be many figures moving around.

"Si Mian, have you brought your binoculars?"

"No."

Si Mian stood behind Mu Cang, looked over, and could only see the dirty roof of the parking shed, nothing else.

Mu Cang turned around and said, "Go down first and see if you can find out the other party's situation quietly. I'm really blind right now."

Si Mian responded: "Yeah, okay."

The last room has a small window facing north.

There are many paper products in this room, including cow heads, horse noodles, fairies, boys and girls, as well as a three-story villa with a large courtyard, a luxury car with five circles, a mobile phone with tomato...

Mu Cang said with emotion: "The categories are complete, even beauties in bikinis."

Si Mian stroked the stubble on his chin and said, "The paper dolls I saw in the hallway before are much uglier than this one. It doesn't look like they were made by the same person."

Mu Cang smiled: "What? Aren't you afraid that the paper man will be resurrected?"

Simian was helpless, "Sister, I've always suspected that someone was pretending to be a ghost, but I never said I was afraid of ghosts. Besides, a funeral home can't help but create a good atmosphere."

Mu Cang rolled his eyes, and brought his son to the window.

"Huh..." She just opened it lightly, and the window automatically opened. The cool breeze carried the drizzle on her face, refreshing and comfortable, "It's so cold."

Mu Cang rubbed his face, the temperature dropped directly from scorching heat to early winter.

Xiao Zai leaned over to the window, pointed out with the cool wind blowing, "Mom, there are so many small houses and a big community."

Looking out the window, what comes into view is the Qishan Cemetery, with neat tombstones densely embedded in the entire back hill.

Mu Cang sighed, "Yes, what about the big community."

I don't know how she will die, and whether she can be buried in this huge community. It's crowded, but at least she won't be lonely.

Si Mian found some ropes from the room, fixed them, and said, "Sister, you go down first. I'll come down later with Zai Zai on my back."

"okay."

Mu Cang didn't hesitate, but the distance of two floors was no longer worth her timidity for her now.

With a layer of friction-enhancing cloth wrapped around her palms, without even any protection, she climbed over the window, grabbed the rope, and slumped down into the drainage ditch north of the funeral home.

The water from the drains overflowed so much that it reached up to my ankles.

She looked up—

Because of the design of the exterior wall, the north side of the main building cannot be seen from this angle, only the place where the dead zombies were hanging from a distance, and now only a piece of light rope is left spinning in the wind and rain.

Si Mian wrapped Xiao Zai's coat around his back, grabbed the rope and landed on the side of the ditch in two steps.

Because the water had spread out, he simply carried Xiao Zai on his back.

Mu Cang thanked again and again, "Si Mian, thank you for your hard work, and you even helped me carry my son."

Si Mian said proudly: "Sister, you're welcome, we have a fateful relationship, your son is my son."

Xiao Zai, who was on his back, muttered with his fingers broken: "The elder brother corresponds to the younger brother..."

Si Mian solemnly said: "Then you call me uncle. In my previous life, I was 16 and would definitely have a son as old as you."

Xiao Zai grabbed Si Mian's ear and moved closer, "No~"

Si Mian pinched the little butt on her back with her backhand, "Shouting or not, screaming or not..."

"No, no, mom, help!"

Mu Cang patted his forehead, turned around, and whispered, "Hush, keep your voice down."

The two men then zipped up their mouths.

Mu Cang waded through the turbid water towards the west. It was already around nine o'clock in the morning. I don't know if the convoy had left after the commotion just now.

Rounding the corner and going forward, the three of them slowed down their breathing in unison, their nerves on high alert.

The accumulation of water in the courtyard dam is very serious, and it has reached the calf position.

Because the parking shed is on relatively high ground, it has not yet been affected by the water.

Mu Cang and the others waded forward for another ten steps, and only then did they see the situation under the parking shed.

She rubbed her eyes, "I can't see clearly, they moved the funeral car to block the surrounding view."

Si Mian: "Maybe she's hiding from something."

Xiao Zai lay on Simian's back, turned his head at a 45-degree angle, and asked, "Brother Simian, why is only half of that fat uncle left?"

"Fat uncle?"

Simian and Mu Cang followed Xiao Zai's little finger and turned their heads, and saw a fat corpse hanging high in front of the door of Qishan Funeral Home. The big beer belly had been removed, and the two legs were missing.

(End of this chapter)