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

Chapter 111 Please enter the urn
The door of the fifth room was kicked open by Si Mian and Lu Youran together.

"Hey, bah bah bah bah! What is this, black gray!"

Lu Youran was choked by the dust and took two steps back, grabbed the door panel, her fingers turned pitch black.

Simian raised the flashlight to shine a light inside, "This room was on fire."

Mu Cang followed Simian's flashlight and looked over. This room looked like the archives of a funeral parlor. There were many safes and file racks. The iron sheets had been burned and deformed. From the ceiling to the floor, everything was the color of coke. .

When I stepped on it, it sank slightly and was covered with a thick layer of paper dust.

She said: "These safes were all open, and the materials inside were completely burned. Besides this room, the fire did not spread to other rooms. It seemed to be done deliberately."

Uncle Niu and Ah Cheng also walked into the room, mouthing each other god damn it, and began to rummage through the burnt and deformed safe, hoping to find some rare treasures.

Xiao Ding stood at the door, blocking most of the light from the aisle window, neither daring to step into the house nor too far away from everyone.

Si Mian rummaged through the black ash, and seemed to have found some small bronze medals.

Lu Youran followed Mucang. When he saw her touching this, he touched this, that, and then that.

Mu Cang turned his head and glanced at the fat sister, wondering what she was imitating.

Mu Cang found the burnt and deformed window frame. After pushing and knocking, he said to the people in the room: "There are two windows, but they are sealed with cement. Si Mian, have you found any usable information?" ?”

Simian stood up, holding two broken bronze medal fragments in his hands, "This archives should contain some unknown information. Now that it has been completely burned by a fire, it is difficult to find anything else. These two bronze medals are like It’s some kind of ID tag with an address and name, but it’s so melted that only a few words can be made out.”

Mu Cang trotted over and asked, "What words?"

Others also gathered around curiously.

Si Mian pointed at the few black charcoal spots, and said, "...Address... Lane, and name... Fu."

Lu Youran thought for a while, and asked, "Is this the little yellow sign that hangs on the little toe of the corpse in the TV series? Oh no, it's written on the code."

Si Mian shook her head, "I can't tell. Right now, I can only find this incomplete information."

Lu Youran clapped her hands: "Let me just say that this funeral home is not clean! Maybe there are many shady things going on behind the scenes. The news on the Internet is not all groundless, maybe it is all true! No wonder it is haunted, Isn't this a hidden ghost..."

Mu Cang also recalled some Internet rumors about Qishan funeral parlor. If the rumors are true stories of pretending to be ghosts, then the group of live-broadcasting spirit detectives who clashed with the security guards would have been silenced after filming something shady. .

One month before the doomsday, Qi Fan had already been banned by the police.

The people involved in the case should have been brought under control. Could there be some people who absconded in the dark, because of the end of the day, escaped from the police search and became the surviving fish that escaped the net?

Mu Cang pondered for a while, but couldn't think of a reason.

At this time, Si Mian, who had searched Heihui again, suggested going to the third floor to have a look.

Uncle Niu and Ah Cheng were naturally anxious, while Xiao Ding timidly followed at the end of the line.

Lu Youran murmured brokenly all the way: "On the third floor, there is a combination lock, and only the five mortician masters have this authority. Not once, I wanted to get rid of this combination lock to check it out, but It's useless. Therefore, this combination lock has to rely on brains, and my brute force is not easy to use. That door really can't be cleared by strength."

After Lu Youran finished chanting, Mucang and the others were already standing in front of the corridor door to the third floor.

Compared with the iron fence door in the maternity hospital, which is only occasionally powered on, the corridor door of the funeral parlor is a bit tamped.

It is the kind of design that is welded into the wall, fully surrounded, 360 degrees without dead ends, the whole is a steel wall, not to mention people, even flies cannot fly through it.

Afraid of electricity, Mu Cang found a piece of plastic to wrap his hands around, and pushed hard.

Lu Youran was watching the show from the side: "Let me tell you, even the hands blessed by God can't do it."

Uncle Niu rubbed the back of his neck and asked, "How about we climb up to the third floor from the outer wall."

Even if you fly over the wall, it is easier than this iron wall.

Lu Youran tapped on a small black dot, and a round cipher disk popped out.

This cipher disk presents an obscure and ancient gossip diagram, which looks very esoteric.

Si Mian took a deep breath and complained, "As for..."

Mu Cang really couldn't understand it, "Let's retreat in the face of difficulties. Uncle Niu's proposal is very good. We have a lot of strength and so on. Brain power and so on, we are stretched. Go, go back the same way, find Flip up a window."

Si Mian sighed, "This window is not easy to open."

Lu Youran said again: "Sister, how about you put your hand on it and try to see if a miracle happens."

Mu Cang smiled awkwardly and said, "Sister, you are so superstitious. They are all hands. How can I have any magical energy?"

She smiled, and let Lu Youran press her hand on the gossip disc, with a crisp ticking sound, the entire door bounced back, revealing a gap about a foot wide.

Ah this...

Everyone present was stunned and did not react for a moment.

Lu Youran put his hands together and bowed, "God's blessing."

Mu Cang looked at his own palm lines that had become rougher, "Do you want to play like this?"

She muttered to herself: "Could it be that the hospital's fingerprint lock also relies on my mysterious power, isn't it Zheng Junyong's design?"

Simian coughed lightly, leaned over and whispered two words into Mucang's ear: Meow.

He spoke so softly that no one except Mu Cang heard him.

He also motioned Mu Cang to look up and look to the upper left, where there was a camera that had been shut down for a long time, and now it moved slightly invisibly.

It was made by Meow...

Mu Cang raised his hand and said calmly: "Thank God for giving me God's favor."

After speaking the lines of the second class, she got into the door in embarrassment.

Si Mian immediately followed.

The admiration in Lu Youran's eyes was even greater, and she muttered: "It's true, it's true, my sister is the chosen one."

Uncle Niu, Ah Cheng, and Xiao Ding were a few steps behind, and they couldn't help muttering in their hearts.

Ah Cheng asked in a low voice: "Uncle Niu, do the three of them belong to the same group as the people above, cooperating to deceive us?"

Uncle Niu shook his head: "No way, we still hold hostages."

Ah Cheng: "Then why did the door open as soon as it was said? Could it be a trap for the mortician, just to catch the turtle in the urn?"

Uncle Niu patted Ah Cheng on the head, "You are the turtle."

Xiao Ding silently listened to the conversation between the two, and then quietly withdrew three steps back.

(End of this chapter)