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

Chapter 96
The bald man glared at him.

The man quickly covered his mouth and took two steps back.

The bald head asked the girl shaking like a quail, "What time did you say that man entered the funeral home?"

The girl replied firmly: "Around one o'clock in the morning."

The bald man narrowed his eyes slightly, "After one o'clock, or before one o'clock?"

The girl thought for a while, bet on an answer, and said, "One o'clock ago."

The men next to him suddenly became emotional, "Brother! It must be that kid! It must be that kid who used some means to harm our brothers! We can't just let this matter go."

What he was thinking about with his bald head was another question, he said to himself: "It's just a young woman, a young child..."

"Boss!"

"Big brother!"

It was getting brighter now, and the rain had become much lighter. The panic from last night disappeared with the dark clouds, and only anger and hatred remained at this moment.

The bald head stood up and said, "Let's go, go and collect the corpses for Gan Zi and Wei Dong."

Seeing the menacing group headed by the bald head walking towards the funeral parlor with weapons in hand, the girl breathed a sigh of relief. As soon as she raised her head, she met the extremely unfriendly gaze of the woman with the short hair.

She shrunk her neck and hid next to her mother. At this moment, she heard the bald man walking out about ten meters away ordered: "Tie her up together."

"Yes!"

Soon there were two men pulling the girl's arm like a chick, dragging towards the gate of the funeral parlor.

"Mom! Mom! Mom..."

The girl roared hysterically.

The woman with her arms crossed her chest didn't care about the shame, she showed her chest, and grabbed her daughter tightly.

Her face was covered in blood. A tongue was hanging out of her lips. Two-thirds of the tongue had been cut off. With the whole mouth open, no sound can come out.

With a wave of the machete in the woman's hand, she forcibly stopped the woman from chasing after her.

"It's a funeral parlor anyway. One more body for you, not much."

The cold words made the woman wake up instantly, and the outstretched hand slowly retracted, covering her chest again.

The short-haired woman snorted, her eyes filled with unconcealable sarcasm.

The girl's screams gradually died down, and soon disappeared outside the funeral home.

On the second floor of the funeral parlor, Mu Cang and the others entered the house and found an office full of files on the outside. Walking inside, there was a large compartment, but it was a dark room with no windows and no light.

Xiao Zai sighed in disappointment, "Mom, there is no window, so I can't get out."

Mu Cang was also disappointed. It was rare to find a room that was easy to enter, but there was not even a window for lighting.

They touched the dark wall and were about to return the same way, when they heard Xiao Zai say again suddenly: "Mom, there is still hair here, but it's short hair."

Mu Cang's heart skipped a beat, "Who told you to touch it? Take your claws back quickly."

Simian had already turned on the flashlight and shined it in the direction of Xiao Zai's voice. Suddenly, everyone present was startled.

Xiao Zai is now walking in front of the shelf against the wall, at his height, he is patting a human head in his hand.

It was a skinny old man's head, with gray and thin hair, and the only strand of hair left was almost torn away by the chubby hand.

Mu Cang was frightened half to death, rushed over, grabbed his son's little hand back, clapped his hands together, and muttered silently: "I've offended, I've offended, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Xiao Zai followed his mother's example and clasped his hands together to apologize: "Grandpa, I'm sorry, I didn't hurt you, right?"

Mu Cang flicked his forehead and whispered: "How dare you ask? If he answers you, wouldn't it be even more terrifying!"

Si Mian flickered the flashlight and scanned the room.

Mu Cang avoided her son's curiosity and simply picked him up. She approached Simian and looked around according to the light of his flashlight——

This is a darkroom of about [-] square metres. Everything in the past has been piled up in the corner like it was thrown into tatters. In the cleared space, there are some large iron shelves or storage boxes, with various items neatly placed inside. The... corpse?
Mu Cang found it a little strange and asked, "Are these corpses or lifelike dolls?"

If it were a doll, it would be too realistic.

The room was full of corpses with varying degrees of decay, including men, women, old men, and old women.

But almost all of them are of adult size.

Many corpses were still covered with mud, and some even had their shrouds soaked through.

Mu Cang knelt down, touched the steamy soil, and asked, "These... are so realistic, as if they were just dug out."

There have been no burials in Juan City since three years ago. It is really strange to see so many corpses with obvious timelines at once.

She murmured: "Is it a corpse model used for teaching in funeral parlors?"

Simian's flashlight shined at the corner of the wall, where a delicate and small scented candle was burning. He asked, "With so many corpses, do you smell any rotting smell?"

After his reminder, Mu Cang and Xiao Zai sniffed hard, and then said in unison: "No."

They can't smell anything.

Mu Cang rubbed his nose, approached a well-preserved corpse, and said, "Could it be that these are all simulated doll models?"

She cautiously stretched out her finger and poked it, and the dry layer of skin stuck tightly to the bone.

She pressed her nails lightly on the depression, and a black insect the size of a mung bean came out from the bone seam, followed by the second, third... and soon formed a black line.

Mu Cang took two steps back, "Will the doll have worms?"

Si Mian picked up a small insect and took a closer look, "This is a carrion insect belonging to the order Coleoptera and the burial insect family. It can be regarded as a scavenger in nature, and it is a scavenging insect that promotes the ecological cycle."

"Corpse-eating insects...scavengers..." Mu Cang rubbed his fingers, "So these are real corpses? There is no smell."

"Maybe it's not that the body has no smell, but that our noses can't smell it for the time being." As he spoke, Simian's flashlight focused on the scented candle.

When he first entered the room, he felt a strong smell of chemicals, but within a minute or so, the smell disappeared.

The entire darkroom is a closed space with limited air flow, it is impossible to not smell anything in an instant, it is only possible that their sense of taste is temporarily out of order.

Both Mu Cang and Xiao Zai were rubbing their noses.

Xiao Zai said suddenly: "Mom, my nose is bleeding."

"Don't mess around." Mu Cang grabbed his hand and knelt down to check the situation.

Simian held up a flashlight and approached the unlit scented candle. He just lowered his head to take a closer look when a human figure suddenly flashed in the halo of the flashlight!
(End of this chapter)