Ghost Shelter System

Linjiang City Funeral Home, in the afternoon, when Qin Kun entered the unit, the guard room was empty. The old man who used to like to listen to operas was gone. He always felt that something was missing here.

"Master Qin is here?"

"Xiao Qin, I heard from the curator that you worked hard on your own. How are you doing recently?"

"Master Qin, come and have a cigarette!"

The old colleagues at the funeral home were still so enthusiastic. Qin Kun was handed a cigarette, lit it and chatted with his colleagues for a while. Lao Zhou from the cremation building was busy directing the workers to move the corpse. When he saw Qin Kun arriving, he sighed: "Xiao Qin , you are finally here, Lao Wang is not here these days, and Han Yao has to take care of all the work in the unit by himself, it is too hard. "

"Are all the newly recruited undertakers gone?"

"Isn't that right? Those young people, after hearing that we have attracted evil, are not willing to do it. Alas... Han Yao is the only undertaker at the Ice Coffin Hall, and he has to temporarily take charge of our unit. We seniors I can’t do anything to help, I’m so worried.”

Qin Kun nodded: "Old Zhou, I'll go to the office building first while you're busy."

"well."

In the office building, which used to be Director Wang's office, Han Yao sat behind his desk and explained to the family of the deceased: "No matter how hastily the deceased died, a death certificate must be issued, right? Without a death certificate, our unit cannot cremate the body of the deceased. , How can someone directly go to the funeral home after they die?!"

"My father died of illness at home. The health station in the town is not open. What should I do? If he is not cremated, it will be contagious!"

"Are you sure your father died of illness? Those who are not issued a death certificate by the health station are those who are not sure of normal death. You can go to the public security and judicial department to issue one." Han Yao did not give in.

The family members of the deceased said loudly: "What's the point of not cremating my father after he died?! I just don't have a certificate, I just need to provide it for you! Cremate him first!"

When Qin Kun entered the office, two or three family members surrounded Han Yao, slapping the table and staring. A woman grabbed Han Yao by the collar and said, "I don't care! Today's business must be done!"

Qin Kun saw that Han Yao seemed a little unable to resist, and asked curiously: "Why, you haven't been cremated yet?"

The family members of the deceased suddenly heard someone speaking for themselves, and they all echoed: "That's right, what an attitude!!"

Han Yao's eyes lit up when he saw Qin Kun coming. He wanted to say something, but Qin Kun spoke first: "Oh my god, this is the office building of the funeral home. What do you mean by pushing the corpse?"

There was a corpse in Nuo Da's office. The deceased was an old man. He had no funeral makeup and looked like he died in pain. Although the funeral parlor often dealt with dead people, they had never seen any family members of the deceased push the deceased to the office.

"Little brother, please comment. Isn't it unreasonable for my father not to be cremated after his death?"

Qin Kun nodded: "This is totally unreasonable! We need to call the police."

The family members of the deceased did not expect that Qin Kun's answer was a bit exaggerated, and said nonchalantly: "Forget it, just call the police. I just want to be treated normally. The deceased is the most important, so it can be used everywhere, right?"

Qin Kun smiled: "Of course! By the way, how did the deceased die?"

The family members of the deceased were stunned and sighed: "My father has been bedridden. He has been unable to eat for the past few days and has been feeling uncomfortable all over. I didn't expect that this morning...just...just..."

The family members of the deceased, including two sons and one daughter, wiped away tears when they heard the eldest son's words.

Qin Kun answered: "I didn't expect that I would choke to death after being fed porridge by you guys so early this morning?"

Several people were stunned, and suddenly a chill spread.

Qin Kun said: "The old man is ill and may not be cured. He has become a burden to you. He has been bedridden for three years and has cost you a lot of savings. You found out that this is a bottomless pit, and then you starved the old man for a few meals. This morning, you came up with something. A way to kill the old man. Porridge, was it you who fed it?"

Qin Kun turned his head and looked at his youngest son, who was in his late 40s.

The younger son was trembling all over and his cheeks were red: "You...you are spitting blood!"

Qin Kun put out the cigarette, walked to him and said softly: "Don't think about why I know so much in detail? Zhao Ershuan, your father entrusted me with a dream last night... It's a good thing that he loved you the most during his lifetime."

Qin Kun reached out and patted his youngest son's face with a look of disdain.

He...how did he know my name? !

Zhao Ershuan shuddered.

Qin Kun turned his head and looked at the other two people: "Zhao Dafu and Zhao Dujuan, you are a brother and a sister, so you encourage your brother like this? What do you mean it is good for his old man? When you were discussing in his room, the old man could hear clearly Clearly, you are not afraid that the old man... will act as a ghost to take revenge on you?"

The eldest son and daughter are both in their fifties, and their teeth chattered when they heard this.

Why...why does this person know? !

"You... don't talk nonsense! I don't have much education, but I also know that there are... no ghosts in this world!"

Qin Kun raised his hand, slapped his eldest son on the face, and said, "Of course it's not bad, but there are quite a few people who are ungrateful."

The eldest son covered his face and found that Qin Kun raised his palm and slapped his sister on the face again.

"You...how dare you hit someone?!"

"This slap was given at your father's request. If I slap you, you will have to be sent to the hospital." Qin Kun picked up the cup and drank a glass of water. With a snap, the cup was crushed.

Fear overcame anger. How strong would it be to crush this glass? The women were trembling, and they had never seen anyone break a cup with their bare hands.

"I'm going to call the police!"

Qin Kun said loudly: "Report now!"

The three of them were startled: This...

It was just as he said. They just thought of an irresponsible way to choke the deceased. If the police came and this person deliberately exaggerated it, wouldn't he be in jail?

Seeing the three people dying, Qin Kun blew away the glass particles in his hands.

"Zhao Ershuan, your father didn't ask me to beat you, but he said he would go over to talk to you in the evening."

The eldest son and daughter, who had been slapped before, dared not speak out in anger at Qin Kun, but now they feel a little more thankful. To be honest, the villages and towns believed in evil, and everything this young man said was true, and there was no room for them not to believe it.

Zhao Ershuan sat down on the ground like an eggplant beaten by frost, scratching his hair in horror.

"My dad...my dad, he, he, he..." Zhao Ershuan's expression was gloomy.

Looking at the ugly family members of the deceased, Qin Kun curled his lips and said: "Go and get the death certificate and come back after that. The old man is merciful and didn't let me publicize it. You bastards, get out of here."

Zhao Dafu and Zhao Dujuan, as if they had been granted amnesty, covered their red and swollen cheeks and hurriedly pushed the old man's body away. Zhao Ershuan followed behind as if he had lost his soul, with a touch of regret on his face.

The office is clean again.

Han Yao saw the broken glass on the ground and smiled helplessly: "Brother Kun, have you improved your Taoism again? Can you see the souls of the dead during the day?"

Just when Qin Kun was reprimanding the family members of the deceased, Han Yao felt a faint ghostly presence appear in the office. It must be the old man's soul, but he couldn't see it. Qin Kun's next sentences got to the point, presumably related to that person. Hun'er has communication.

"Well, let's not talk about that." Qin Kun avoided the topic, "I'm here to help you today. Give me the key to the Ice Coffin Hall."

Han Yao was not polite and handed Qin Kun the key to the Ice Coffin Hall and the numbered list of the morgue.

Before Qin Kun left the office, Han Yao asked: "Brother Kun, I read the news in the group. Is Master Zhao really being chased by the ghost king?"

Qin Kun thought for a while and replied: "I don't know, but it doesn't look fake. Be careful these days, Linjiang City may not be peaceful."

Han Yao said: "How can I help?"

Qin Kun said: "Take care of the unit's affairs first, don't worry about anything else."