Ghost Shelter System

The night was deserted, the indoor lights were dim, and there was a breeze blowing outside the window.

At 11:30 p.m., in Linjiang City Funeral Home, Qin Kun took off his gloves, walked out of the sewing room with a long sigh of relief, and lit three sticks of incense on the altar.

"Everyone, rest in peace. I don't understand the scriptures. I'll ask an old monk to read the scriptures for you some other time and help you achieve salvation."

The breeze stirred up the yellow paper in the brazier, sparks flew, and the incense head flickered. After hearing Qin Kun's words, there was a commotion for a moment and then gradually calmed down.

On the third floor of Linjiang City Funeral Home, it was dark outside, and Qin Kun was the only one left in the empty building. He looked at the beautiful female corpse in front of him. The wounds on her face had been sutured flat, so he slowly pushed her into the freezer.

After walking out of the funeral home, Qin Kun greeted the guard: "Uncle Qu, I'm leaving."

There was a Shaoxing opera playing on the radio, and Uncle Qu in the guard room said without raising his head: "Don't tell the dead to stay, and don't tell the living to leave. Xiao Qin, you have been working in the funeral parlor for almost two years, so you have to be more careful in the future."

Qin Kun smiled and said he knew.

The last bus nearby had also left work, but it didn't matter. Qin Kun rode his bicycle slowly toward the city. His nightlife had just begun.

The funeral parlor is located in the western suburbs of Linjiang City. Because of its remote location and the legend of being haunted, almost no one drives past it at night, especially at midnight, when the yin is at its heaviest. Even brave drivers will drive by it. Find a long way around. Qin Kun was driving very fast on the road, and the cool breeze dispelled the summer heat. It felt like having a road to himself, which was not bad.

Didi——

A loudspeaker sounded, and two bright lights appeared on the corner in front of Qin Kun, which stunned Qin Kun.

There are not many drivers on this road at night.

Qin Kun saw a taxi approaching and stopped beside him. The driver was an acquaintance.

"Master Qin, have you just gotten off work? I want to give you a ride?"

Qin Kun is not very old, only 22 years old, but he started out in the society at the age of 16. He is mature and has a special profession, which belongs to the craftsman's trade. Most people who know him will call him Master Qin.

"Haha, Lao Kuang, no need. I'll ride back to exercise. Are you running to the western suburbs so late to pick up someone?"

Qin Kun greeted with a smile and lit a cigarette at the same time.

The driver, Master Kuang, wrinkled his nose when he saw the light of the fire: "I took a big order tonight. I'm going to take someone to the city. I'll give you 200 yuan. You really don't want a ride? I won't charge you."

Qin Kun waved his hand: "No, hurry up and pick someone up. I'll leave first too."

When Master Kuang saw Qin Kun not getting in the car, he did not continue to invite him, "Master Qin, smoke less. Smoking is not good for your health! I'll take you with me next time I drop by!" After that, he drove away.

Qin Kun looked at the car heading towards the funeral home and sighed in his heart: Lao Kuang, you have been dead for three months and you are still so dedicated, I admire you!

Three months ago, a series of car accidents occurred in Linjiang. It is said that a taxi driver suffered from hypoglycemia. He hit three cars along the way and drove off the overpass. The taxi driver died on the spot. It was Master Kuang who died, and it was Qin Kun who helped sew up the body.

Qin Kun has been an embalmer for two years. He knows that some people will still live in the same way after death. Many people may not believe this kind of strange news, but old people who have worked in funeral parlors know that most people do. I've seen it all before, so it's not surprising.

The empty road was filled with bicycles traveling very fast. Qin Kun rode all the way to the third ring road. Master Kuang caught up with him from behind, passed by him, and pressed the horn twice as a greeting. Qin Kun saw a woman sitting in the back seat of the taxi. She was beautiful, fair-skinned, and had a scar on her face. She was the woman he had just sutured.

The woman waved to Qin Kun from the car window, and the taxi drove away.

Qin Kun stopped the car, stared blankly at the tail smoke, and suddenly shouted: "Old Kuang! Stop the car for me!!"

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Linjiang City, Xixiang Street, Ye Mei Bar.

The boring and tiring work during the day is over, and the night is filled with hustle and bustle and carnival.

Qin Kun is taciturn and doesn't have many friends. He is usually a frequent visitor to bars.

Xixiang Street is a bar street in Linjiang City with rich night culture. Sitting in a booth in the corner, Qin Kun looked at the resident singer on the stage with a speechless expression: She damn... really knows how to choose a place!

On the stage was a new female lead singer, singing Faye Wong's "Easily Wounded Woman", her voice was melancholy, her brows were furrowed, her voice was very good, but the song she sang was too sad, and the women in the audience They were satisfied, but the drinking man quit.

As soon as the song ended, several drunken men in the audience cheered: "Sister! Let's sing a cheerful song! Brother will give you a flower basket!"

The female lead singer smiled sweetly: "This is my first time here, so I will present these three songs today. I hope all brothers and sisters will support me in the future."

After speaking, he bowed, ignored the objections of the audience, and walked backstage.

On the stage, a male singer took the microphone. Hearing the men cursing, he quickly told some dirty jokes and warmed up the place again.

Not long after Qin Kun saw the female lead singer walking backstage, she changed her clothes and walked out, sitting in a booth not far from him. He straightened his clothes and walked over with a drink in his hand.

"You sing well, Miss Xu."

Qin Kun said hello and sat down next to her without her consent.

Even though the female lead singer is wearing heavy makeup, it can be seen that she has a good foundation. She has fair skin and delicate facial features. Her fingers are painted with red nail polish and studded with diamonds. She wears high heels on her feet and her straight legs are elastic. But the only fly in the ointment is that there is a scar on her face that even heavy makeup cannot hide.

When the female lead singer saw Qin Kun, her expression was astonished, as if she didn't expect to see him here.

"Master Qin, I didn't expect you to come to a place like a bar."

The woman's eyes were a little playful. Qin Kun touched his nose and smiled: "The working environment is not good and the pressure is high. I have to find a place to relax. I didn't expect that I happened to run into you tonight. We are really destined."

The woman's expression was a little unnatural, but it passed in a flash. In an instant, the little woman's expression was revealed, and she said coquettishly: "You have seen everyone all over today, why don't you invite them to have a drink?"

The woman had an ambiguous attitude and sat a little closer. The loose gown hung down and her chest was clearly visible. Qin Kun lowered his head and could vaguely see the two bulges on her chest looming in the gown. The woman and Qin Kun were very close, and the smell of cosmetics mixed with the smell of alcohol filled the air around him. Qin Kun could still smell a faint stench among these smells.

Yeah, corpse stench.

The female lead singer in front of her was the woman who was rented out by Master Kuang in the evening. Her name was Xu Shan, and she was also one of the corpses that Qin Kun stitched up today.

Qin Kun was not used to being leaned against a corpse like this, so he sat a little further away, snapped his fingers to call the waiter, ordered a glass of Lanjina and handed it to Xu Shan.

"Miss Xu, you came here from the western suburbs at night, not just to sing a few songs, right?" Qin Kun asked after seeing Xu Shan fucking Lan Jina.

Over the past year or so, Xu Shan can be regarded as one of the most beautiful dead people he has ever seen. She had a well-behaved appearance and an artistic temperament. She seemed to be only about 28 years old. Qin Kun thought of the many tattoos and cigarette scars on her body. , guessing that she might not be as innocent as she appears.

Moreover, her body had been hacked 16 times. Qin Kun didn't know how much hatred this girl had caused and how she could be hacked like that.

After seeing Xu Shan being dragged away by Master Kuang tonight, Qin Kun was furious. Master Kuang would die as soon as he died, and he dared to drive to the funeral parlor to promote business. Who invented the idea of ​​burning cars and mobile phones for dead people these days? This is not Adding to the chaos?

Xu Shan looked at Qin Kun with a smile. Because her face was sutured, she smiled unnaturally: "Master Qin, do today's embalmers care so much? I'm here for revenge today. You want to stop me?" ?"

Xu Shan's gums were a little blue, her teeth had become sharp and browned, and there were blood stains on them. She was licking her tongue, and her pupils had shrunk to the size of a pinhead, exposing a large area of ​​the whites of her eyes, facing her gaze, making her whole body uncomfortable.

Qin Kun felt a cold wind blowing against his face and shivered.

In the middle of the night, a female ghost seeks revenge. Naturally, he can't do much about this kind of thing. He is just an embalmer. He has nothing to show off except being praised personally by the curator for his strong destiny. The acquaintance with Xu Shan is just for work. In terms of it, Xu Shan is still his "customer". Which industry nowadays does not put customers first? His performance bonus still has to be rated by the relatives of the deceased. If the rating is low, there will be no bonus.

"Revenge is required, and complaint is reported. Miss Xu, if you want to kill someone, I can't stop you, and I don't want to stop you. But you have become a ghost, so there is no need to come out and make trouble in a corpse, right? This corpse will be tomorrow It's just cremation, and the appearance has been messed up, and I have to clean it up! I have worked so hard all day, and there are so many corpses in the funeral home waiting for me to clean up, so I can't waste all my time on you. "

Qin Kun lit a cigarette and looked a little embarrassed.

Xu Shan stared at Qin Kun bitterly and found that he only mentioned work and seemed not to take her seriously at all. He opened his small mouth and blew out a breath of black air. The temperature around Qin Kun dropped sharply. He found that The surroundings turned dark, and the bar suddenly became empty, leaving only Xu Shan opposite, looking at him with bleeding eyes.

The stench filled the air. Qin Kun fanned his nose and said helplessly: "Miss Xu, what are you doing?"

A flash of sarcasm flashed in Xu Shan's eyes: "Why do you want to control me?"

Qin Kun spread his hands with an innocent expression: "I really don't want to care about you. Just send the body back. Even if you kill everyone in this bar tonight, it's none of my business."

"What if I don't?"

Qin Kun sighed, closed his eyes, and made a vertical mark on his forehead with his index finger. When he opened his eyes again, Qin Kun's eyes, which could never be energetic, suddenly became dark and cold. The darkness quickly receded, and the surroundings were noisy again.

Xu Shan looked around in disbelief. Qin Kun broke her own "ghost wall" with a wave of his hand, which made her feel a little confused, and then panic rose in her heart.

Qin Kun sat next to Xu Shan, put his arms around Xu Shan's neck, and whispered: "Miss Xu, disobedient ghosts are not welcome."

Xu Shan suddenly felt that Qin Kun's arms were like iron hoops, pressing her so hard that she couldn't move. Those eyes were as deep as abyss. Xu Shan looked at each other, as if they were trapped. There was severe pain in her mind, but she couldn't say a word. Words come.

Qin Kun caressed Xu Shan's head and grabbed it with his big hand. Xu Shan's soul was pulled out directly. The body immediately softened and leaned against Qin Kun.

Xu Shan's ghost was held in Qin Kun's hand, and Xu Shan was shocked to find that he had arrived in an urn.

"Don't think about revenge. Just stay here."

Watching Qin Kun carry his body on his back and walk outside the bar, he was like a hunter who came to the bar to hunt for beauty, bringing his prey tonight, it was absurd and terrifying.

A waiter ran over and stopped Qin Kun: "Sir, you can't take her out. She is the resident singer in our bar..."

Qin Kun tilted his head and glared at the waiter: "Get out!"

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