Enchanter

No.40 Chapter Five Security Booth

"It's so fucking cold today!" Pulling his black windbreaker, Yin Hui cursed inwardly as he looked at the starlight engulfed by the dark clouds.

There are no pedestrians on the street, it is empty, only the flickering street lamps that look like ghost eyes give off a faint light.There were also no rentals on the street, so he could only bravely move in the direction of the funeral home.

In the middle of the night, at this time, it was the first time that Yin Hui came to the funeral home he was familiar with in such a dark time.However, the funeral parlor at this time actually made him feel a kind of strangeness. A dead six-story building stayed there in the gray air, which made people stunned.

For some reason, Yin Hui's mind suddenly remembered a sentence that old man Zhao once said: Storms always break out suddenly in silence.

On the gate of the funeral parlor, there was a line of blood-red fonts: Welcome.

This is said to the dead;

Also to ghosts.

Yin Hui knocked hard on the door of the security room on one side, and a trembling voice came from the room.

"Who-who-who?"

Yin Hui tried his best to use a gentle tone and said: "It's me, Yin Hui."

The door creaked open, always making that pale sound as the rusty iron shaft turned.

And this sound is undoubtedly a kind of dying mourning in the funeral home.

For a moment, a young security guard poked out half of his head and stared at Yin Hui with terrified eyes. He didn't know Yin Hui, he was a newcomer, and he was afraid of anything that happened in the funeral home, especially in the middle of the night.

Yin Hui seemed to understand something, smiled lightly, and then slowly took out his work card, handing it to the security guard: "Brother, you are new here, right? I am a staff member here."

After comparing the documents over and over several times, the little security guard calmed down, but still asked with some anxiety: "Yes, I understand. But, it's so late, what are you doing here?"

Yin Hui said calmly: "I have a colleague who called me. Something may have happened in the funeral parlor. I need to go in and deal with it. I hope you will open the door."

The security guard was stunned, turned his head and stared blankly at the black building, hesitantly: "But, there is no one in the funeral parlor at all, I went in and walked around after get off work."

"No one?" Yin Hui took a deep breath in surprise.

The security guard nodded blankly, and said in a low voice, "Yes, there is no one."

Yin Hui looked at the funeral parlor with vague outlines again, could all this be his own illusion?

That mysterious phone call, and the woman's screams on the phone...

Impossible, absolutely impossible.

Yin Hui shook his head secretly.

"You go away, I won't let you in, there are rules and regulations, no matter what happens at night, no one is allowed to enter without the order of the curator."

After speaking, the little security guard sat upright on the chair again, looking at the comic book in his hand with piercing eyes, never tired of it.

As a member of the funeral home, Yin Hui knew that their funeral did have such a rule.

Standing outside, Yin Hui felt a little cold, so he took out a pack of cigarettes with trembling hands, took out two cigarettes, and handed one to the little security guard.

The little security guard hesitated for a moment, then looked at Yin Hui's face, maybe he felt a little familiar, he didn't look like a bad guy, so he took it.

After Yin Hui got angry for him, he put on an air of intimacy: "Brother, where is Mr. Zhang who is the gatekeeper?"

"Oh, he's sick, so I'm temporarily on duty."

"Oh, I'm sick." Yin Hui smiled, secretly angry in his heart, he didn't expect Lao Zhang to let such an ignorant boy guard the door, and he didn't think about the consequences.

Thinking of the way he saw him burning paper money with trepidation last time, Yin Hui also felt happy, this man!The older he gets, the more he is afraid of death. Isn't Lao Zhang afraid of the curse that catches the wind?

But look at this kid's pure face, he probably doesn't know about the death a few days ago!

"Well, let me call Lao Zhang, he knows me, if he agrees to let me in, how about you let me in?" Yin Hui said in a discussing tone.

He thought about it for a long time just now, and he always felt that it was a bit inappropriate to leave like this. Since he had already arrived at the funeral home, he had to go in and see what he wanted.

The little security guard bowed his head and pondered for a while, and finally nodded and said: "Well, you can call Lao Zhang, and if he lets you in, I will let you in, but I have to follow you. After all, we are not very close. familiar."

The little security guard glanced at the cigarette butt in his hand, extinguished it, and threw it into the trash basket.

"Enen, okay." Yin Hui hurriedly took out the phone from his pocket, and then dialed Lao Zhang's number.

After a while of beeps, Lao Zhang finally connected the phone.

Yin Hui explained for a while, and then Lao Zhang agreed to let Yin Hui in.But in the end, he specifically told Yin Hui: "Yin Hui, after entering, don't touch anything, don't leave fingerprints, just call the police, and don't say anything else."

After that, Lao Zhang hung up the phone, and a blind beep sounded.

Yin Hui's mouth widened. What does this old Zhang mean? Don't touch things, don't leave fingerprints, and only ask the police...

Does Lao Zhang know what murder happened inside?

The more you think about it, the worse it gets.

Hearing Lao Zhang's tone, the little security guard seemed to agree to let Yin Hui in, so he also got out of the security room.

Yin Hui glanced at the book in the hands of the little security guard, on which were written three big characters "Scary Night".

He couldn't help being surprised, reading such a book at night in the funeral parlor, isn't it too different from the timidity shown by the security guard just now?

A weird gust of wind blew through and rolled up a few pages of that book, and a page of a nude woman suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

This made Yin Hui amused, mother, it turned out to be a pervert, he put H novels in horror novels, so that even if he was caught reading books, he wouldn't be laughed at...

Yin Hui smacked his lips.

While the little security guard was opening the lock, he took the opportunity to observe the inside.

There was a table in the dim light, a kitchen stand.

A new quilt was quietly lying on the bed, a small woman's underwear was exposed outside the quilt, and a pair of red women's slippers lay quietly on the ground, with the toe facing the head of the bed. If you look closely, you will find There are white sanitary napkins and a condom on the ground.

It seems that this kid took the funeral parlor as his home, got all his girlfriends here, and just took the opportunity to vent a bit.

Suddenly, the quilt started to squirm, and then turned over, Yin Hui stared at the quilt in surprise, the person inside slowly twisted his body, and a snow-white woman's long legs were exposed.

"How about it, 100 yuan a time." The little security guard noticed Yin Hui's little move, instead of being angry, he recommended his girlfriend with a lewd smile.

Yin Hui hurriedly shook his head to express his gratitude.

But he was scolding this guy in his heart. For 100 yuan, he let his girlfriend sell it. It was really a shame to a man, and he couldn't help but despise the young man.

"What's wrong with young people nowadays?" Yin Hui muttered to himself.

At this time, the young woman on the bed turned over and slipped out of the quilt. The seductive curve seemed to have endless attraction, tempting Yin Hui to spend the 100 yuan.

Yin Hui's cheeks blushed, and he secretly recited a Taoist incantation for purifying the heart, which calmed down his beating heartstrings.

With the sound of metal clashing, the young man finally opened the iron chain, and then pressed the switch of the electronic door.

After Yin Hui came in, he asked the young man to lead the way.While the young man was not paying attention, he wrote a few strings of weird symbols on the door of the security booth.

He knew that a girl staying alone in the security booth would easily attract perverts, especially if the toe of her shoes were facing the bed. This was the first way to avoid feng shui.

Give her a spell, and ordinary ghosts will not get in.

Following behind the little security guard, Yin Hui walked into the dead funeral parlor.

Opening the glass door of the funeral parlor, throwing a wad of banknotes and paper money, it is regarded as a tribute to the ghosts inside. I disturbed their rest. Only in this way can I comfort their resentment and not cause trouble for the two of them.

The young man was very disdainful of Yin Hui's behavior. In his eyes, these were just feudal superstitions.

However, he didn't realize that just as he left, the paper money that was lying quietly on the ground slowly floated up, and finally floated slowly towards the morgue.

Based on the landline number, Yin Hui deduced that Zhou Haiqing called him from the top floor, so he asked the little security guard to follow him up the stairs.

Needless to say, in this atmosphere, even if someone is with him, Yin Hui's heart is somewhat trembling, let alone acting alone.For a moment, I felt a little grateful for this little security guard who was fearless.

Walking along the long corridor, there is nothing but the sound of footsteps.

Few people go up the third floor, because most of this place is a warehouse. Occasionally, when the business is busy, one or two rooms will be opened as the workplace for the mortician, and there is also a cremation furnace.But for some reason, the cremation furnace, which had only been used a few times ten years ago, was completely sealed off, and it has never been touched since then.

Yin Hui was also curious, and asked Old Zhao Tou about the sealed cremation furnace, but Old Zhao Tou was quite allergic to it, and kept silent, or diverted it with other topics.

After a few fruitless attempts, Yin Hui stopped asking questions.

Thinking about it now, there must be something strange about the cremation furnace, and it is likely to be a clue throughout the whole incident.

"Big Brother, there's nothing wrong here, let's go!" After all, the hands of the little security guard who followed Yin Hui trembled a little. It seemed that his courage hadn't reached the point where Dugu was seeking defeat.

The faint beam of the flashlight shone on the ceiling, and the round halo was like a weak human face, unpredictable.

The empty corridors, the dim lights, are exactly like the scenes in horror movies.

Occasionally, there were one or two passing spirit bodies passing by. Although Yin Hui could see them, he pretended not to see them, and those ghosts also walked past them without seeing them.Of course, the little security guard didn't know all this, otherwise the expression on his face would be very exciting, wouldn't it?

After walking through several rooms, it was still very quiet without any abnormality.

Soon the two of them came to the end of this small passage. At the end, Yin Hun took photos around and found nothing unusual, so he gave a wry smile. After busying himself for a while, it turned out that he was thinking too much. Maybe this was just a problem. An elaborate prank.

Thinking of this, he breathed a sigh of relief, and patted the little security guard on the shoulder: "Dude, you have a lot of guts, have you considered working in a funeral home?"

The little security guard turned pale, and hurriedly shook his head: "Forget it, I've always been allergic to dead people, and I'd faint when I saw someone lying down."

Yin Hun laughed twice, then motioned for him to go back.

But as soon as the hand patted him on the shoulder, the little security guard slipped down without a sound. Seeing his eyes turn white, it was obvious that he passed out.