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Chapter 19 Room 019, Shelf 04, Hall 205.B

On the bus, Qiao Mu checked his phone to confirm that the address was correct.

A funeral parlor indeed.

This bus was bound for a funeral parlor on the outskirts of the city. Normally, there would be almost no one at the last stop. Now apart from the driver, there was only one passenger on the bus, Qiao Mu.

"Master driver, is there a place to stay in the funeral parlor?"

Qiao Mu sat on the horizontal seat behind the driver's side and spoke.

"?"

The driver held the steering wheel without looking back, not knowing how to answer.

The scenery outside the car window became desolate, from rows of tall buildings to old and dilapidated buildings, and finally to bungalows and fields.

This road was built more than 20 years ago. From time to time at night, small animals would jump out from both sides and die unexpectedly. Later, barbed wire was installed to reduce such tragedies.

But from time to time on the road, you can still glimpse some dried rotten corpses and traces of blood dragging, which cannot be erased even by wind and rain.

The afternoon sun was gray, like a veil covering the world.

The driver was silent for a moment before speaking.

"Did you go there to visit the grave?"

The drivers who drive this line will not directly say the funeral home, but use a proxy name.

"Go to someone. Don't look at me like this, I'm actually a psychiatrist."

Qiao Mu was very into the drama.

"A patient came to me and said he had a problem, so I went to the doctor's office."

"patient?"

The driver chewed on Qiao Mu's words.

There were not many staff in the funeral home, and the driver remembered them more or less. In his impression, those people did not need psychological treatment.

"Yes, Master Driver, you drive this line, so you should be familiar with the people there. Do you know what the people living in Room 04, Shelf 205, Building B are like?"

Qiao Mu just spoke.

The driver immediately hit the brakes.

Qiao Mu finally managed to steady herself without falling off the seat.

The driver turned his head and looked at Qiao Mu suspiciously.

"The people living in that place may not be human."

he said coldly.

"Oh, that would be great."

As soon as Qiao Mu clapped his hands, it was just right if he wasn't a human being. He was in a hurry to find something unusual for a while.

"."

The driver didn't say anything, just turned around and continued driving, making a "crazy" mouth gesture.

The road began to become bumpy, and Qiao Mu looked at the fields outside the window.

He soon saw several people in long robes standing at the edge of the field, under the shade of the trees, looking over here.

The faces of those people were pale, only their lips were unnaturally red, as if they had been smeared with blood.

Qiao Mu waved at those people, and when he saw that they didn't respond, he turned around.

Turning around, Qiao Mu saw a pale face looking at him across the aisle.

The car suddenly became full, and those people in long gowns sat quietly on the seats.

Everyone stared at Qiao Mu, as if he was some kind of star.

Qiao Mu leaned back on the back of the chair. At some point, a person in a long gown was sitting on his right. Qiao Mu looked carefully, but he couldn't feel the person's breath, and there was a cold feeling on the other person's body.

"What are you looking at?"

The driver suddenly spoke. Through the rearview mirror, he caught a glimpse of Qiao Mu looking at the empty seat next to him. He felt that this person was very strange.

"You can not see it."

Qiao Mu answered.

Obviously, these people in long gowns are probably some kind of anomaly, and the depth of the driver's master is obviously not enough to see them.

As for why these people reacted so coldly to Qiao Mu.

Qiao Mu felt that it must be because of his popularity.

After all, even Cuihua, Fuwang, Ah Mei, and Ah Hei have a good relationship with him.

Maybe Qiao Mu was born to deal with anomalies!
The driver muttered and stopped talking to Qiao Mu.

The bus terminal was not a funeral home. At about four o'clock in the afternoon, Qiao Mu arrived at the bus stop.

He came to the back door and saw the people in the car wearing long gowns who seemed to have no intention of leaving.

"It's time for you to get out of the car."

Qiao Mu reminded.

Those in long gowns did not respond.

The driver honked the horn and said something to Qiao Mu at the back door.

"arrive."

"okay."

Qiao Mu took three steps in parallel and jumped down the back door.

The bus drove away as if running away, carrying a bus full of people wearing long gowns.

Qiao Mu glanced over and saw people wearing long robes gathering at the rear window, staring straight at him.

"Bye-Bye."

Qiao Mu waved his hand and turned to look at the building in front of him.

There are three buildings in Jiangcheng City Funeral Home. The largest building looks ordinary. It is a three-story building with a spacious courtyard and parking lot. There are several locust trees planted in the courtyard with luxuriant branches.

The other two buildings are slightly dilapidated, one seems to be an old building, and the other has been transformed into a temporary dormitory.

It's just that no one would be willing to live in a funeral home, the dormitory was empty, and Qiao Mu could only see a girl in a red dress looking at him through the security net on the second floor of the dormitory.

The setting sun in the afternoon shone on the sign of the funeral home, giving people a distorted and scattered feeling.

"What are you doing?"

Suddenly, a voice came from the sign.

Qiao Mu looked back and found a person standing by the wall.

His hair was somewhat sparse and he looked to be no more than 30 years old. He was wearing a T-shirt and jacket and had heavy dark circles under his eyes.

"Are you a staff member here?"

Qiao Mu asked.

"The library has a holiday today, and I'm the only one keeping watch."

The man thought Qiao Mu was here to do business and said coldly.

"Hey, who is that on the second floor over there?"

Qiao Mu pointed to the dormitory building, when he realized that the girl had disappeared.

".Don't make such a joke here."

The night watchman asked again with a straight face.

"What are you doing here?"

"Oh, it's like this. I met a person from your side on the Internet. He said that he has a mental illness and lives in Room 04, shelf 205, Building B."

Qiao Mu explained his purpose.

"?"

The night watchman frowned and looked Qiao Mu up and down.

"Did you take the wrong bus? You should take the terminal of No. 13."

He asked rhetorically.

The terminal of bus No. 13 is No. 900, Xicheng North Road, Jiangcheng City Mental Health Center, also commonly known as the mental hospital. This is a mockery of Qiao Mu's mental illness.

"No, the funeral home is here. Why don't you take me in and I'll look for him. After all, I don't think that person's mental state is normal. It would be bad if he did something extreme."

As a person who had just been discharged from the hospital, Qiao Mu didn't understand the night watchman's local joke.

".It's up to you, there's no one here today anyway."

The night watchman didn't bother to explain to Qiao Mu. He walked towards the building, his shadow stretched long by the setting sun.

In the dim shadow, bloody words appeared in Qiao Mu's vision.

[It’s not a quiet place, it’s crowded and lively. I suggest you follow the rules here, otherwise you may get a permanent residence permit here]

Qiao Mu followed.

The moment he walked into the funeral home, Qiao Mu felt the surroundings become silent.

Originally on the side of the road, I could still hear some insects chirping and the whirling sound of the wind blowing through the leaves, but after walking in, it was very quiet, only a little subtle whimpering sound could be heard, like the low roar of an exhaust fan.

He took two steps and suddenly felt the footsteps were a little loud, so he stopped immediately.

Da da--

Only then did Qiao Mu notice that the footsteps stopped for a second after he stopped.

The footsteps came from behind him.

Qiao Mu looked back.

Outside the gate of the funeral home, weeds grew wild.

"strangeness."

Qiao Mu ignored the footsteps and continued walking forward, quickly walking into the door of the funeral home.

He found no figure of the night watchman, only the dim corridor.

There are obvious problems with the design of this old-fashioned corridor. Even in the daytime, the outside sunlight cannot shine in. Only a door at the end leading to the other side of the room faintly reveals a glimmer of light.

The incandescent lamp above the head has not been replaced for a long time, and it is dim, making the whole corridor look gloomy and gloomy.

There are closed doors on both sides of the corridor, and I don't know where they lead.

From the deep corridor, there was a slight roar like an exhaust fan, like a stove that was on fire.

On the left hand side of the gate is the front desk. There are many mottled marks on the wooden tabletop, as if scratching it with fingernails.

On the wall behind the front desk, there is an old plastic board with some words printed in a correct font.

"Funeral Home Code."

Qiao Mu silently read the words above.

(End of this chapter)