corpse file

Chapter 43 Fangbei Trading Company
Will ghosts call people?

For sure.

You must know that telephones rely on electromagnetic waves to transmit messages, and the human soul is also a kind of radio wave.

If the two radio waves resonate at a certain frequency, people can hear the deceased's words.

Zhang Sanfen was silent for a moment and said: "Whether it's a ghost call or not, I have to go to Western Sichuan. Lao He, we have offended a lot of people recently. You should keep a low profile at home and call Lao Feng if you need anything."

"Old Feng is a member of the official family. Even if someone tries to make things difficult for you, you will restrain yourself for the sake of Old Feng."

"Also, don't take any jobs from Zhao Fei yet. I'm afraid you will be tricked by him."

"This trip can take anywhere from three to five days to half a month. If it takes longer, just tell Lao Feng, he knows what to do!"

Zhang Sanfen kept talking to me.

Just like a long-winded old lady.

I feel a little uncomfortable, mainly because when the boss is here, I feel extremely safe.

If the boss wasn't here, I probably wouldn't even dare to take the job.

I was unhappy, lowered my head and said nothing.

Zhang Sanfen said with a smile, "You will be on your own from now on. I will give you a salary increase and commission at that time. If your monthly income is less than 1 yuan, I will make up for it!"

1 yuan.

If it had been before, I might have been a little excited.

But I know that the business I do is special, and such a small salary is really not high.

While he was talking, the old monk Mingyi had already entered the main hall with the Karma Vajra.

I glanced at it and found that this thing was a little rusty, but the dark steel had a full texture.

Zhang Sanfen took the Capricorn Vajra solemnly and said to the old monk Mingyi: "Master, I don't know how long it will take for me to come back this time."

"On your side, within two hours, you wiped Master Deming's body with Sanyang wine and used a scalpel to cut off the rotten flesh."

"If he can persist for three to five days, when I find a way to contain the corpse poison, I can save his life."

The old monk Mingyi nodded and said, "This trip will be hard for you. The road ahead is dangerous, so be careful."

Zhang Sanfen nodded and said: "The corpse I sent is that of the Zimu Liansha. This thing is a bit fierce. I need to trouble Master Mingyi to send it to the Demon Suppression Tower."

"Also, this is my brother, He Yongheng."

"After I left, he was the night shift manager. If you have anything, you can contact him."

The old monk Mingyi bowed down to me very seriously, but I was too busy to return the bow.

He is almost seventy, so he cannot be rude.

Zhang Sanfen knew that the earlier he left on this trip to western Sichuan, the greater the chance that Master Deming would survive.

So he booked a flight in the middle of the night, packed up and left early the next morning.

After the boss left, there were still many people in the funeral home, but these had nothing to do with me.

All I have to do is keep up the night shift.

The first night, I was indeed a little uneasy.

In the underground morgue, there was still the sound of nails scratching the coffin board, but I didn't pay attention.

As for the enemies I was worried about coming to visit, that didn't happen.I don't know if the other party knows that Zhang Sanfen is gone, so it doesn't make much sense to seek revenge.

Simply choose not to come.

Anyway, the whole night, I just drank tea, read a book, and listened to the noise in the morgue.

I remember the rules of the night shift management manual and will never go inside to look.

On the second night, my nervousness gradually calmed down.Anyway, the boss said that as long as you follow what the night shift management manual says, there will basically be no problems.

But in the middle of the night, a corpse truck came outside.

Inside the car was a nailed willow coffin, and an antique bronze mirror was placed on the coffin.

Bronze mirrors hold the corpse, and there are bronze mirrors placed on top, indicating that the things in the coffin are not simple.

The people delivering the coffin were two middle-aged men. When they saw me coming, they didn't even say hello. They unloaded the coffin on the ground and asked me to sign the documents.

I took a look and saw that this was the contract the boss had signed with someone before.

The general meaning of the contract is that any corpses with problems can be sent from the funeral home.A corpse is charged according to the time it remains in state.

I took a look at the price. It was very expensive, basically calculated in tens of thousands.

Perhaps due to work reasons, the two middle-aged men drove away after getting the signed documents. When they left, they took away the bronze mirror on the coffin.

I didn't care, I found a handy tool and put the coffin on the trolley, then pushed it into the basement with a bang.

The basement was as eerie as ever.

It's also my first time to come to this place alone.

But when I came in, the old man who had pretended to be a corpse seemed to be indifferent, and he didn't scratch the coffin with his fingernails to scare me.

I pretended to be calm, moved the coffin to the designated location, and then followed the rules and placed a piece of red cloth on the coffin lid.

After finishing all this, I pushed the car out again.

As soon as I reached the door, I heard the coffin boards creaking behind me.

I was shocked at that time.

The creaking sound is clearly the coffin lid being lifted, okay?
What the hell is going on?

Didn't the boss say that as long as there is an underground morgue, there are no corpses that cannot be suppressed?

At that moment, cold sweat broke out all over my body.

But my time was not in vain. I pulled out the metal spike and turned around suddenly.

As soon as I turned around, I heard a bang, followed by countless patterns on the lights in the room.

It's like a hollow lampshade is added to the light.

The light shines through the lampshade, forming circles of runes on the ground and walls.

The creaking sound of the coffin boards suddenly stopped.

I looked back and remembered what Zhang Sanfen had said to me, so I turned around and left without hesitation.

Zhang Sanfen once said that as long as any corpse enters the underground morgue, it is impossible to escape.

Remember, no matter what sounds come from inside, whether they are crying, begging for mercy, begging, or threatening, you just have to pretend not to hear them!

Follow the rules and you'll be safe!

I ignored the coffins in the morgue, locked the door, and then pushed the empty cart back to the hall.

As soon as I arrived in the hall, I saw two figures standing under the light at the door of the house.

Their faces were extremely gloomy, but their eyes were extremely bright.

Perhaps because of my absence, they did not enter the house, but stood at the door waiting silently, their bodies straight.

Seeing me coming out, one of the men said quickly: "Mr. He Yongheng, I am Chen Tong, the head of Fangbei Commercial Bank, and I invite you to attend a business fair tomorrow night."

"If you and Mr. Zhang Sanfen have time, please come and see me."

(End of this chapter)