Enchanter

No.40 Three chapters of Ming coins 80

"Yin Hui, what did Uncle Zhao do to you just now?" Tang Yan asked curiously when she saw that old Zhao had left.

Yin Hui was absent-minded, still thinking about what happened just now, and replied simply: "It's nothing, just explain the arrangements for these days!"

After speaking, he fell into deep thought again.He felt more and more that this matter might only be unexpected, not impossible.

The staff of the funeral home were in a state of panic, and even Lao Zhao, a senior mortician, felt like the end of the world.It seems that there must be a big trick in the middle.

Before you know it, night falls.It was late autumn now, and it was already dark when it was time to get off work. The three of them walked out of the dressing room, walked through the long dim corridor, and finally walked out of the funeral home.

At the gate, a small fire was slowly rising, and the black smoke that came out terrified Yin Hui.From the black smoke, he seemed to see the scene of Ma Gobi, the director of the personnel department, when he was dying.

Yin Hui's heart tightened, he thought it was a natural fire, and rushed to try to put it out.

That group of flames jumped up and down like a fierce ghost, completely like the image of a person struggling desperately while burning.

But I never thought to come to the fire, and I saw two extremely bright things shining behind the fire. Looking carefully, there was a black figure squatting beside the fire, with a dry and thin body, strong and uneven blood vessels, It looked like a mummy.

Yin Hui knew this person, he was the gatekeeper of the funeral parlor.

The old gatekeeper also saw Yin Hui, but he just cast a contemptuous sideways glance, then lowered his head and continued to burn piles of colorful coins, muttering something incessantly.

Yin Hui was surprised, wondering why the old man burned the paper.

"Yin Hui, let's go." Tang Yan walked up and patted Yin Hui on the shoulder.Unexpectedly, Yin Hui was so frightened that his whole body trembled. When he realized that it was Tang Yan, he let out a long sigh of relief: "Let's go."

"Go, you guys, don't stay here." When passing by the old security guard, Yin Hui finally heard clearly what the old gatekeeper said.

"Go quickly, you guys go quickly." The old man at the gate muttered like a madman.Yin Hui decided not to pay any attention to the old gatekeeper, but to continue walking.

Shen Feifei was also a little scared, and followed Tang Yan closely.From far away, I could still hear the old gatekeeper muttering nervously: "80 Mingbi! Haha, 80 Mingbi!"

It was getting late now, and the vendors near the crematorium also closed their stalls early because of the death of the funeral home, and the restaurant was also closed.

"Yin Hui, why don't you show off your great cooking skills tonight." Tang Yan looked at the empty place around her, her stomach growling.

Yin Hui nodded. He still has a cold for things like cooking. At least he can cheer his mind, relax his emotions, and let himself find a sense of existence in this world.It is said that a gentleman stays away from the kitchen, but Yin Hui asked himself that he is not a gentleman, at least he is not that hypocritical.

"Sister Tang Yan, I don't dare to go back by myself, or I can live with you, I don't know if it's convenient or not." Shen Feifei said coquettishly like a little girl.

Tang Yan nodded: "Okay, I just don't dare to sleep alone! Let's go, today I will let you try Grandpa Yin Hui's craftsmanship."

Yin Hui was hysterical again: "Who the hell is grandpa, I'm only in my early twenties, boss."

So Yin Hui's voice never stopped.

Three dishes and one soup, dessert after dinner.

In the warm and cozy room, Yin Hui's powerful combat power instantly captured the mind and body of the two of them.After the room was allocated, Tang Yan and Shen Feifei lived in the same room, while Yin Hui stayed alone in the empty room, somewhat lonely in his heart.

But even so, he was not seduced by the two women.Because my mind and thoughts are all occupied by another her, no one else can interrupt my longing for her no matter what.

In this kind of thinking, Yin Hui actually fell into a drowsy sleep.

The fatigue of the past few days made Yin Hui sleep soundly in his sleep.

Jingle bell, Jingle bell...

Suddenly, the phone rang.

Yin Hui, who was fighting the landlord with Zhou Gong, woke up from his sleep, muttered sleepily, and then picked up the phone with great reluctance and asked, "Who is it?"

On the other end of the phone was the rustling sound of a gust of wind, and the sound of electric sparks 'stinging' and 'stinging'.

"Who is it?" Yin Hui yelled again, but there was still no one.

"Crazy." Yin Hui cursed, and was about to hang up the phone.

At this moment, a scream came from the phone. The voice came from a woman, and it entered Yin Hui's eardrum through the winding phone line.Yin Hui suddenly shuddered, and he could hear the horror, sorrow, helplessness, and expectation contained in the scream.He thought of a lot at once, the cry for help before dying, the screams as death approached, the horror of watching his companions being killed, the fear of perceiving the approaching ghost...

The phone in his hand fell to the ground, and he turned on the light tremblingly.

The pale light of incandescent lamps diffused everywhere in the small space. The paleness was exactly the same as the color in the funeral parlor, which made people numb and numb.

Yin Hui looked around and saw that there was nothing unusual around him, so he calmed down a little, and stared at the phone with some fear.

There was a blind voice from inside.It seems that the other party has hung up the phone.

He held the phone to his ear and listened carefully, confirming that the phone was hung up, Yin Hui let out a long sigh of relief, and put the receiver on.

Suddenly, he found that there were five missed calls from the same number on the black screen. The number belonged to Zhou Haiqing. Zhou Haiqing was a cremator in the funeral home, who specialized in turning corpses into gray powder.

The phone call just now was also from Zhou Haiqing, but why did Zhou Haiqing not speak but a woman's screams came after the call was connected?

Yin Hui sat on the bed and smiled wryly, thinking that this was Zhou Haiqing's prank by using the voice-changing software.Because although Zhou Haiqing is old, he has a naive personality, like an old urchin.

He just lay down on the bed and was about to fall asleep, and had just closed his eyes, but Yin Hui suddenly opened his eyes again, jumped up from the bed, and almost missed the chandelier above his head.

In a hurry, Yin Hui hugged the phone and looked at the time on it. It happened to be one o'clock in the morning, the time when a ghost haunts.

"A little?" Yin Hui muttered hesitantly.Then I checked the missed calls again.

It turned out to be the landline of the funeral parlor.

"What! Master Zhou is still in the funeral parlor?" Yin Hui couldn't help shivering all over his body.

What kind of place is the funeral parlor? Most people dare not stay in that place at night.Except for the old man at the door, no one else felt uncomfortable even passing by.

Master Zhou... what happened to Master Zhou?

The more Yin Hui thought about it, the more something was wrong. Reminiscent of the screaming voice of the woman just now, as well as the wrong phone number and time, Yin Hui realized that something serious had happened.

Suddenly, a flash came to my mind. When I was watching the toilet during the day, Master Zhou whose throat was torn open in the mirror...

Thinking of this, Yin Hui trembled all over, unable to sleep peacefully anymore, and quickly prepared to go.