Ghost Shelter System

At the end of November, Linjiang City ushered in this year’s big cold wave.

In this city without heating, the office building of the funeral home with poor heating equipment is as cold as an ice cellar. Qin Kun, wrapped in a down jacket, kept going back and forth between the ice coffin hall and the cremation hall.

"Xiao Qin, can you stop walking around? It makes me dizzy."

Old man Zhou of the cremation hall is a veteran of the funeral parlor. He has worked with Director Wang for more than 30 years. He doesn't talk much on weekdays. He has been responsible for all cremation matters in these years.

"Uncle Zhou, I'm cold. You are the only warm person in the whole funeral home. Don't be so picky."

After working for two years, almost every winter, Qin Kun would give up his office and come to the cremation hall to help out and keep warm. Places with low temperatures such as ice coffin halls and morgues are extremely cold in winter. Existence is simply not for humans.

In the cremation hall, in addition to Qin Kun, some temporary workers are also gathered here. This group of people are playing cards and chatting. What they look forward to most is that the deceased will be sent for cremation, so that the 1000-degree crematorium can be turned on. Everyone It's good to take advantage of the situation to keep warm.

For this reason, this unhealthy trend was often criticized by Director Wang. These people have never been allowed to become regular employees.

"Xiao Qin, Director Wang said, didn't you make a lot of money during this time? Why are you still staying in the funeral parlor? Young people have to go out and learn some skills, unlike us old immortals who can only stay in the funeral parlor. Eating at work."

Uncle Zhou lit a cigarette and felt a little emotional.

Qin Kun smiled bitterly, making a lot of money? Earn shit. I don’t earn enough to spend...

Qin Kun's body warmed up a little, so he took out an itch scratcher, scratched his back vigorously, and scratched his cheeks and neck at the same time, acting strangely.

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At 6 o'clock in the afternoon, Qin Kun received a call from Xu Yang. Xu Yang told Qin Kun that the matter that Qin Kun had entrusted to him had been communicated and that the person was free in the evening.

Qin Kun and Xu Yang made an appointment, and as soon as the phone hung up, Chu Qianxun called.

"Qin Kun, where are you masturbating?" Chu Qianxun's voice was as pleasant as ever. After the greeting, he felt that his greeting was particularly playful, which made him laugh first.

Qin Kun was speechless as he listened to Chu Qianxun's obscene voice ringing on the phone. He didn't know why this beautiful girl who belonged to the oxygen and aloof series when he first met her was becoming more and more vulgar now.

After a long time, Qin Kun said: "Miss, you have a big male dog at home. Are you so happy to be served?"

Chu Qianxun angrily yelled: "Qin Heigou! I've raised you! I'm very happy to be served by you, right?"

Qin Kun was choked and speechless.

Chu Qianxun was stunned and felt that there was something wrong with his response. Didn't this play into Qin Kun's hands?

"If you really think so, I can't help it. It's been too cold recently and it's a bit cold to sleep alone in bed at night." Qin Kun smelled Chu Qianxun's anger and hurriedly changed the subject, "Ahem, tell me. looking for me."

Chu Qianxun said: "My grandfather said that you helped a real estate company to catch ghosts two days ago. You were tricked and you were seriously injured?"

What Chu Qianxun was talking about was, of course, the haunted incident at Xingyu Real Estate. Qin Kun asked, "Your grandfather? How did Senior Chu know about it?"

"From what Dean Xu said, he is quite familiar with Dean Xu."

Qin Kun squinted his eyes: "Hey, that's not right! If Lao Xu wanted to get to know your grandfather, why didn't he just invite your grandfather to hunt ghosts? You're bluffing me."

Chu Qianxun said: "Oh, Dean Xu and my grandfather met while fishing. I didn't know that my grandfather was a ghost hunter."

Qin Kun was helpless... Well, Senior Chu Laoxian is really versatile.

"Are you seriously injured?" Chu Qianxun and Qin Kun chatted for a while and then got straight to the topic.

"It's just so so, but there are some sequelae. The magic in Southeast Asia is really weird."

Chu Qianxun said: "Then I'll come over to you in a minute. Wait for me for 20 minutes."

"You're looking for me?" Qin Kun was stunned, "What are you doing?"

"I just care about you as a friend. Can't you?" Chu Qianxun said.

"I have an appointment later! If you have other things to do, I won't have time to accompany you, so make sure you agree in advance." Qin Kun warned.

"I know, let's go together. Let's not talk about it for now. I'm driving!"

Chu Qianxun hung up the phone, and Qin Kun was confused.

20 minutes later, Chu Qianxun's sports car stopped at the entrance of the funeral home.

It has to be said that taking a special car back in the winter is much more comfortable than riding a bicycle. Qin Kun blew on the air conditioner, took out the itch, and scratched his back with enjoyment. Chu Qianxun looked at Qin Kun as if he was crazy.

"I said Qin Kun, what's wrong with you... I went on a business trip to Sangyu City, why have you become so wretched?" Chu Qianxun felt a chill as he looked at the itch in Qin Kun's hand.

"You think I do?" Qin Kun smiled bitterly: "I'm so damn possessed!"

…

At 8 o'clock in the evening, a clinic with low-key luxury decoration has a three-story layout, and the second floor is a private diagnosis and treatment area.

In front of Qin Kun was a foreigner about 40 years old with a kind face. He was wearing a European-style aristocratic vest. He had a bald head and looked a bit like Steve Jobs.

Xu Yang introduced: "Qin Kun, this is Mr. Li, a Royal Psychological Counselor in London, with an S-level qualification. Mr. Li, this is my friend Qin Kun, this lady..." Xu Yang didn't know Chu Qianxun’s name.

I have never seen a girl like Chu Qianxun. She is young, energetic, and elegant. She drives a sports car. She feels like a girl, but also like a strong woman in the workplace, with an elusive elf style.

Is this Qin Kun’s horse? Fuck, yes. Xu Yang pondered in his mind.

"Hello Mr. Li, my surname is Chu." Chu Qianxun introduced himself generously.

Mr. Li greeted Qin Kun and others and invited Qin Kun and others to come in.

There is almost nothing related to the hospital in the clinic of the University of Nottingham. It seems that everyone in the dark room is not a clinic, and everyone has no symptoms. They are just here to drink coffee and chat.

Qin Kun was invited to the most comfortable chair.

"Hello, Mr. Qin, Mr. Xu told me about you. It turns out that you are the mysterious Eastern exorcist. Nice to meet you. In Europe, I am also fortunate to serve exorcists, so please believe in my professionalism. , tell me your feelings in more detail, okay?"

Mr. Li's Chinese is very standard, with a sense of relaxation and teasing unique to Westerners. Just like a friend chatting before, he did not let Xu Yang and Chu Qianxun leave during this period. He even poured a glass of red wine while talking, as if everyone Spending the winter in the house is like telling stories.

"Yes." Qin Kun nodded and told his story.

It turns out that two days ago, Qin Kun and Hassantu were fighting in the mirage world, and Hassantu poured corpse oil on himself and set him on fire. At that moment, Qin Kun's memory was extremely clear as he experienced a fire.

The burnt smell of the flames burning the skin, the stinging sensation of the bites of black snakes on the body, the holes in the back that were constantly festering, the itching sensation of the snakes burrowing out, and the shrinking sensation of the facial features and hair being roasted by the flames and the skin sacs being closed.

That's the feeling of dying all over again!

Once in Longhuai Ghost City, when the headless ghost was still hostile to him, the head-plucking technique caused Qin Kun to experience death personally. His neck was cut off by large iron scissors. Fortunately, a black dog picked up his head in the end. Come back.

But this time I was not so lucky.

Qin Kun was almost burned to death, but was rudely awakened by Xu Yang. After waking up and dealing with Ma Kai, Qin Kun even found a place for Hassanduo's soul to be extracted and refined into a Yin Candle. Then he smashed the body of his dead baby to pieces.

However, since Qin Kun killed Hassanduo, he felt itchy all over his body for no reason and couldn't help it.

Especially the back is the most itchy, almost exactly the same as the feeling when those black snakes hatch.

And from time to time, I would feel the burning pain on my face and head like when being burned by fire.

It lasted for two days, and Qin Kun couldn't even sleep well. He woke up from nightmares in pain two nights, and found nothing happened when he woke up.

Qin Kun had been depressed for the past two days and had seen several psychiatrists but was at a loss. In the end, he could only ask Xu Yang to hire a master for him.

Xu Yang used his connections to find out where Mr. Li lived.

However, Qin Kun was stunned for a moment when he heard that Mr. Li had actually seen an exorcist.

He didn't expect that this bald doctor would actually come into contact with someone like him.

…

Qin Kun told the story in general terms while avoiding the important points. Naturally, some of the miraculous processes were not explained in too much detail, but he still talked about things like ghosts breaking through walls, dead babies, ghosts, and sorcery.

Mr. Li listened to Qin Kun's description with great interest, then forgot about it, and began to tell Qin Kun and others the story of European exorcists. Mr. Li's eloquence was very good, and the story he described made Qin Kun even more excited. I forgot what I came to do.

When Mr. Li was telling stories, he asked Qin Kun a few more questions intentionally or unintentionally, without any trace, and almost no one noticed.

An hour later, Mr. Li suddenly stopped everyone talking and smiled gently at Qin Kun: "Mr. Qin, I'm sure. You are too anxious and the painful impression is too deep to interfere with your nerve induction. It's called in the East 'Being evil' is called 'somatic disorder' in the West."

Mr. Li paused: "You need to feel something beautiful and exciting to forget these painful impressions. Overwrite the original nerve induction."

Qin Kun was stunned and didn't quite understand: "Beautiful, exciting, covering? Mr. Li, what do you mean?"

"Makelove." Mr. Li Wen smiled and showed off his Chinese proficiency, "It's commonly known as 'making love'."

Qin Kun looked at Xu Yang with a dark face.

"Why are you looking at me?! I'm a straight man! Look at her!" Xu Yang protected his chest and pointed at Chu Qianxun in horror.

"Vulgar! Hooligan!" Chu Qianxun spat, with a blush on his face.

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