MMB Chapter 248: An Le Funeral Parlor 03
Chapter 248: An Le Funeral Parlor 03
A cold, bluish-white corpse was lying on a push bed, the body was covered with a thin white sheet, and the exposed face and neck were treated with special embalming treatments.
Behind the push bed is Fang Zhengchao.
He is about 1.7 meters tall, not tall, and his figure looks thin, his face is expressionless, his eyebrows are drooping, and he looks a bit gloomy and difficult to get along with.
Even if the push bed was blocked by Wu Xiajiu and others, he just raised his head and looked, remained silent, then turned the push bed, trying to leave in another direction.
When other people saw strangers, they might ask questions, or make expressions on their faces, but Fang Zhengchao turned a blind eye to them.
Shi Shangzuo reached out and pressed the push bed, Fang Zhengchao was forced to stop immediately.
"What's the matter?" Fang Zheng asked only then.
Shi Shangzuo: "Just want to ask, do you know where Zhao Xuexi is?"
"I don't know." Fang Zheng shook his head.
When Shang Zuo heard the words, he let go.
Fang Zhengchao then continued to push the bed and leave.
Wu Xiajiu couldn't help but looked at Fang Zhengchao's back and said in a low voice, "Everyone in this Anle funeral home is really weird."
"Especially the death of Zheng Haocheng, maybe even the death of curator Ji Jinqian is problematic."
They finally met Zhao Xuexi.
The reason was that they heard the sound of quarreling, and walked over to see that not only Zhao Xuexi was there, but Wu Sheng and Du Guorong were also there.
The two people who quarreled were Xia Dan and Wang Ling.
As soon as Wu Xiajiu waited for someone to walk over, he heard Xia Dan curse: "Don't mention Zheng Haocheng to me, you shameless bitch, who doesn't know that all the men in the funeral parlor have been seduced by you."
"Why, after sleeping with Wu Sheng and Du Guorong, do you still feel empty and lonely, and turn to seduce Zheng Haocheng for excitement?"
"Two men can't satisfy you, do you have to play tricks, four of you are enough for you to flirt."
As soon as these words came out, not only Wu Sheng and Du Guorong changed their expressions at the same time.
Wang Ling was also furious, her red lipsticked mouth trembled, and she raised her hand to slap Xia Dan.
But maybe Xia Dan has been hiding his anger for a long time.
She grabbed Wang Ling's wrist, and then slapped Wang Ling with a strong and loud slap, which made Wang Ling stagger and almost couldn't stand while stepping on her high heels.
Finally, Wang Ling was supported by Wu Sheng.
Wu Sheng smoothed things over and said: "Xia Dan, you've had enough, it's still time for work..."
Xia Dan sneered when he heard the words: "I'm enough? You should say that this bastard Wang Ling is enough? Does she feel very comfortable serving you and let you speak for her here?"
"Wu Sheng, do you know that after Wang Ling was with you, she turned around and went to seduce Du Guorong?"
"By the way, you went to seduce Zheng Haocheng before, but now you still want to seduce Zhao Xuexi?"
"If there are not enough men in our funeral parlor for you to flirt with, you should go to a bar and be a lady. Presumably there are more men looking for you to have sex with, bitch."
Wu Xiajiu took a look at the expressions of Wu Sheng and Du Guorong, one was pale and purple than the other, it seemed that he didn't know that Wang Ling was colluding between them.
But now that Xia Dan exposed it, the two men looked at each other with unclear expressions, and at the same time endured it.
It seems that things between the two of them are more important than wearing a cuckold on their heads.
"You, you shut up." Wang Ling covered her cheeks and said incoherently angrily: "I, I just said a few more words with Zheng Haocheng, I didn't expect you to be so jealous..."
Xia Dan gritted her teeth and said: "Wang Ling, you still have to be shameless, say a few more words to put your mouth on it?"
"If I don't come over just in time, if I say a few more words, do you still want to lift up your skirt and open your legs to wait for someone..."
The following content was too filthy, Wang Ling was completely driven crazy by Xia Dan's words, and she was about to rush towards Xia Dan with a scream, as if she wanted to die with Xia Dan.
However, Wu Sheng and Zhao Xuexi set up Wang Ling at the same time, trying to persuade him to come down.
Du Guorong watched with cold eyes, his face gloomy.
Wang Ling's delicately groomed hair was all messed up, and a lot of makeup was also rubbed off.
She waved Wu Sheng and Zhao Xuexi's hands away, panting and said to Xia Dan: "You wait for me, this funeral home has me without you, and you without me."
"Your whole family depends on you now. Without this job, I'll see where you can go."
Xia Dan also sneered: "Do you think I'm the same as a woman like you who depends on a man?"
Wang Ling: "Oh, do you think I don't know how Zheng Haocheng died?"
Xia Dan's expression changed when he heard the words, and he remained silent.
As for Wang Ling, like a rooster finally winning, she tidied up her messy hair with one hand, and said, "I'm injured, and I'm not in the mood to work. I'll take a day off today."
After speaking, she stepped on her high heels and turned to leave.
Wu Xia saw for a long time that she was going to the staff dormitory.
Shortly thereafter, Wu Sheng and Du Guorong also left.
"You..." Zhao Xuexi seemed to want to comfort Xia Dan.
But Xia Dan turned and left without saying a word.
After a while, there were only Wu Xiajiu, Shi Shangzuo and others left here, as well as Zhao Xuexi.
Zhao Xuexi sighed, turned around and asked Wu Xiajiu what they had to do.
Wu Xiajiu said: "I want to ask you, what do you need to pay attention to when staying in a funeral home, and what taboos are there in the funeral home?"
"Oh, it's this." Zhao Xuexi said, "Then let me tell you about it."
"This is not a place for conversation. There are sofa seats in the front hall of the funeral home. Go and sit."
Zhao Xuexi seemed to be very tired.
Wu Xiajiu, Shi Shangzuo and others walked behind Zhao Xuexi.
Fang Zi murmured to Wu Xiajiu in a low voice: "What do you mean by what Wang Ling said just now? Xia Dan killed Zheng Haocheng?"
Thinking about it this way, it makes sense.
Now, the quarrel between the two of them also proved that Zheng Haocheng had indeed cheated, and it was Wang Ling who worked in the same funeral home.
And it happened that the two of them were discovered by Xia Dan at that time.
Xia Dan is not angry, whether it is a murder by mistake or premeditated murder is possible.
Wang Ling seemed to have grasped something about Xia Dan.
Not long after, they walked to the front hall of the funeral home, sat on the sofa, and listened to Zhao Xuexi preach: "It is forbidden to have animals in the funeral home, especially cats, otherwise they will run into the dead."
"Also, some family members will place funerary objects and relics around the body of the deceased, that is, in the coffin. Don't move these things."
"In addition, just don't talk nonsense in the funeral home. For example, I'm about to... You can't talk nonsense about that word."
"Don't mention your name in front of the deceased who you don't know, and don't jokingly bump into the deceased."
"Also, the color red is taboo in funeral parlors, disrespecting ghosts and gods, running around, and reading scriptures indiscriminately are not allowed."
"The most important thing is that funeral parlors pay attention to yang and yin, and usually there are mostly male workers, but it is normal to have female workers."
"It's just that women, the elderly and children cannot enter places like cremation workshops and morgues."
Zhao Xuexi explained it in detail.
Wu Xiajiu asked: "What if you want to get rid of bad luck?"
Zhao Xuexi pointed to a cabinet next to the front desk, and said: "There are wormwood and incense placed there. Before the people who come to the funeral home leave, we will burn one and walk around the family members, counting it as bad luck. "
"En." Wu Xiajiu nodded.
Seeing that Zhao Xuexi didn't seem to have anything to say, he asked, "Wang Ling and Xia Dan... because of the dispute caused by the deceased Zheng Haocheng?"
Wu Xiajiu deliberately showed a face of gossip.
They saw the two quarreling just now, and they asked at this moment, Zhao Xuexi was not very surprised, and said: "Well, Zheng Haocheng is not good enough for Xia Dan at all."
"Once Wang Ling and Manager Wang seduce him, he can't stand the temptation..."
When mentioning Zheng Haocheng and Wang Ling, Zhao Xuexi's expression changed slightly, as if he disliked Wang Ling very much, and even sneered at Zheng Haocheng.
But looking at his previous actions to comfort Xia Dan, he should be sympathetic to Xia Dan.
After a short chat, after bidding farewell to Zhao Xuexi, Wu Xiajiu and others returned to the mourning hall.
At this time, just after eleven o'clock, the golden cat put away the paper and waited for two o'clock in the afternoon to burn the paper again.
"Did something happen?" Wu Xiajiu asked Zhong Nan.
Zhong Nan shook his head: "No, everything is normal."
"Did you find any news when you went out?"
"Yes." Wu Xiajiu talked about what happened to him.
Zhong Nan opened his mouth after hearing this, and was shocked by the bloody incident between Wang Ling and Xia Dan.
Shi Shangzuo said: "There's nothing to do, you don't need to go out, just stay here in the mourning hall."
The two hours of burning paper in the afternoon passed quickly, and then it was six or seven o'clock in the evening...
They stayed in Ji Jinqian's mourning hall and did not go out.
There are white cloths hanging around, a coffin in the middle, surrounded by white flowers, and a striking posthumous photo hanging above.
There can't be any entertainment in the funeral home, and you have to pay attention to what you say, so this day is extremely boring, dull and gloomy.
Pac-Man simply found a place by the wall on one side of the mourning hall and dozed off against it.
In the afternoon, Xia Dan didn't come over to burn the paper again. It seemed that after the quarrel with Wang Ling, she didn't want to do this kind of thing for Zheng Haocheng at all.
Until nightfall, it was dark, and it seemed that it was still early before nine o'clock, and Wu Xiajiu, Shi Shangzuo and others also took a rest for a while.
At exactly nine o'clock, a flame burned in the brazier, and the golden cat began to burn paper again.
When it got dark, only Ji Jinqian's mourning hall was lit with an incandescent lamp.
But because of the long time, the brightness of the incandescent lamp is very low, and it can't illuminate the whole room at all, and the general range is only the side where Wu Xiajiu, Shi Shangzuo and others are sitting.
Ji Jinqian's coffin and the doorway are relatively dark.
Not to mention, except for the mourning hall, the corridors and other rooms are dark.
No one was watching Zheng Haocheng's mourning hall, and there were no lights on, so it was very dark.
The two gates of Ji Jin Qian Lingtang, one is closed, the other is not closed tightly.
At 09:30, Pac-Man dozed off and woke up. He didn’t feel sleepy anymore, but he felt uncomfortable in such a gloomy place like the mourning hall. He crossed his arms and moved away from the wall where he was sitting alone. Arrived at a place with a lot of people, that is, around the burning brazier.
At least there is still fire here, which is relatively warm.
Wu Xiajiu leaned on Shi Shangzuo's body and closed his eyes to rest.
Another hour passed, at 10:30, the only incandescent light in the mourning hall suddenly flickered on and off for a moment, and then flickered for a while after turning on.
The golden cat was so frightened that it almost forgot to burn the paper, but it was reminded by Zhong Nan that it regained consciousness and continued to put the paper in the brazier.
But Pac-Man swallowed his saliva, and couldn't help saying: "What, what's going on? The voltage is not stable?"
"Should we go to the funeral home to fix it?"
Wu Xiajiu opened his eyes and said, "Do you think there is an unstable voltage here?"
As soon as the voice fell, the sound of "thump, thud, thump" was suddenly heard in the distance outside the door, which was obviously the sound of high-heeled shoes stepping on the ground.
Wu Xia sat upright for a long time, frowned and looked outside the entrance of Lingtai.
Wang Ling?
In the entire Anle funeral home, only one woman, Wang Ling, wore high heels, while Xia Dan wore flat shoes for the convenience of work.
However, it is not ruled out that Xia Dan has a special hobby, like wearing high heels at night.
At first, Wu Xiajiu thought that Wang Ling was walking towards Ji Jinqian's mourning hall, after all, they were the only ones around.
But after a while, Wu Xiajiu heard the sound of high heels approaching, but gradually walked away.
Before they could react, the high-heeled shoes that had walked away not long ago approached again...
They went back and forth like this several times, making them all look vigilantly and suspiciously at the entrance of the mourning hall. The sound of high-heeled shoes approached again. Stopped outside the gate of the mourning hall.
Pac-Man, A Cai and Jinmao couldn't help becoming nervous.
Especially Jinmao trembled as he put the paper into the brazier.
At this moment, only a "squeak" was heard, and the half-closed door opened a little, but after waiting for a while, no one came in.
Moreover, Wu Xiajiu had been staring at the door of the mourning hall for a long time, and he did not see any figure in the half-hidden position of the door.
It was as if the high-heeled shoes walked outside the door of the mourning hall, just to open the door a little, and peek at them inside along the door.
After a while, something rolled in from the door, and happened to roll under the light of the incandescent lamp.
The thing appeared, right on them.
The moment he saw it clearly, the golden cat suddenly let out a scream. Although it immediately covered its mouth, this scream pierced the silence.
Outside the door, the sound of high-heeled shoes sounded again, and the walking speed was much faster this time, and then went away.
And, there was no sound coming back.
The thing that rolled into the door was clearly a human eyeball with bloodshot eyes, as if staring at Wu Xiajiu, Shi Shangzuo and others.
"Want to go out and have a look?" Tang Yunsi asked.
Shi Shangzuo: "Don't worry about it."
Wu Xiajiu: "If this thing doesn't come in, there's no need to go out. Let's guard the mourning hall first."
"Then, what about this eyeball...?" A Cai didn't dare to look but couldn't help staring at it.
Because he was afraid that if he didn't pay attention, the eyeball would roll again, rolling to his side or other people.
Fang Zi took out a dagger, went to where the eyeballs were and squatted down, then poked the dagger into the eyeballs, strung it on the dagger and picked it up.
The poking action of poking the eyeball with a "poof" made Pac-Man, A Cai and Jinmao tremble all over, their scalps went numb and they felt uncomfortable.
Fang Zi, on the other hand, held up the dagger and came to the side of the golden cat's brazier. When the dagger rested on the edge of the brazier and swiped, his eyeballs fell off.
Soon, the eyeball was consumed in the flames.
Fang Zi withdrew his dagger and said, "Okay, don't worry about it."
The golden cat's hand holding the paper money trembled and swallowed.
Zhong Nan: "How about I burn the paper for you?"
Golden Cat: "No, no, I'll do it."
She took a deep breath and continued to move.
Wu Xiajiu said: "You don't need to burn the paper all the time, as long as you stay in the mourning hall during the burning time, you can change people when you are tired."
"Rest well at night so that you can be energetic during the day."
The golden cat nodded and said, "Okay, I see."
Seeing the expressions of Wu Xiajiu and others not taking the weirdness just now seriously, A Cai couldn't help but relax her nervous heart a little.
Pac-Man couldn't help but asked, "Just now, was the one outside the door a ghost?"
"Probably, don't think too much, go to sleep." Wu Xiajiu said.
Pac-Man: How can he sleep now...
The three new passengers seemed afraid to sleep. Even though Zhong Nan took over the job of burning the paper after a while, the golden cat still sat by the brazier and did not leave.
She was also scared, especially since there were no other girls besides her among the passengers, she didn't dare to talk too much, she might as well just sit here obediently.
But in the end it was tired, and soon, the golden cat hung its head and dozed off.
After Zhong Nan finished burning the paper, Lu Nan and Tang Yunsi took over.
Except for this kind of incident in the first half of the night, which was a little unsettling, nothing happened in the second half of the night, and I passed it safely.
At six o'clock, the sky was dimly lit, and the flames in the brazier were gradually extinguished.
Wu Xiajiu immediately asked Jinmao if the information in the bracelet had changed.
The golden cat glanced at it, couldn't help showing a disappointed look on its face, then shook its head at Wu Xiajiu, and said, "No, it's still 0 days."
Fang Zi: "That means staying in the mourning hall during the burning of papers is not considered a day and a night."
Wu Xiajiu nodded.
Zhong Nan's 24-hour stay in the mourning hall has not been completed yet, and nothing can be seen so far.
The same is true of A Cai's experiment.
Wu Xiajiu stood up from the ground and stretched himself.
But at this moment, Shi Shangzuo grabbed Wu Xiajiu's wrist, and motioned to look at Ji Jinqian's portrait when he turned his head.
Wu Xia looked over for a long time, and with a glance, his brows could not help but frown.
Shi Shangzuo also frowned, and said, "Ji Jinqian's portrait has changed."
After the words fell, Fang Zi, Tang Yunsi and others looked over.
After a while, Lu Nan asked suspiciously: "Why do I feel that the face and the corners of the mouth of Shang Ji Jinqian in the portrait of the deceased seem to be twitched?"
The originally unsmiling expression seemed to be more harsh and serious now.
He was afraid that he was wrong, so he asked other people.
Wu Xiajiu said: "The corner of the mouth is indeed turned down."
It's like gathering anger.
"What's going on?" Tang Yunsi was puzzled.
At dawn, people became more courageous.
Tang Yunsi couldn't help walking to the coffin where Ji Jinqian's body was stored, and looked inside.
There is nothing wrong with the body, it is still the same as yesterday.
But why did the portrait change?
"The portrait changed last night? Or did it change this morning?" Wu Xiajiu asked.
Shi Shangzuo: "I didn't notice that. When I found out, the portrait had already become like this."
Wu Xiajiu was slightly puzzled.
Then he remembered the sound of high heels he heard last night, and planned to go out to check the situation.
This time, Pac-Man didn't dare to stay in the mourning hall, and said he wanted to go together.
Zhong Nan definitely wanted to stay here in the mourning hall, and the golden cat didn't intend to leave, so Tang Yunsi said he would stay too.
The three stayed in the mourning hall, while Wu Xiajiu, Shi Shangzuo and others went out.
The first person I met after going out was Wu Sheng. Wu Xiajiu asked about Wang Ling's situation, and he said, "Yesterday, Manager Wang said to take a day off. Did she come to work today?"
Wu Sheng frowned: "I was looking for Wang Ling just now, but I didn't see her in the office."
"Really, even if the funeral parlor has no business for the time being, they can't leave their posts like this. I'm going to the dormitory to find her."
Wu Sheng couldn't help showing some resentment on his face as he spoke.
Manager Wang has a separate room.
Wu Xiajiu heard the words and went with him.
After finding Wang Ling's room, Wu Sheng knocked on the door, but there was no answer for a long time, even a person who was sleeping soundly should not have no response at all.
Fortunately, Wu Sheng has all the spare keys in the dormitory.
He plans to go back to the office to pick it up.
However, he was stopped by Shi Shangzuo: "It's too time-consuming to go back and forth, so it's better to kick the door in."
"But..." Wu Sheng felt that it was not good to kick the door.
But before Wu Sheng finished speaking, Shi Shangzuo kicked over, with a "bang", the door was kicked open and hit the wall.
And the situation in the room immediately appeared in their eyes——
I saw Wang Ling sitting slumped on the floor with her back leaning against the bed, she was still wearing yesterday's pair of high heels, but she was already out of breath.
Her whole body was covered in blood, and her neck was cut open with a knife, from which the blood spurted out.
Wang Ling's eyes were wide open and she looked towards the door, but one pair of eyes was obviously missing, and the bloody hole was clearly visible.
Wu Sheng was shocked, and even more frightened by Wang Ling's death, he didn't move or speak for a long while.
But after all, he was working in a funeral parlor. After a while, he came back to his senses, pointed in the direction of Wang Ling's corpse with trembling fingers, and said, "This, what's going on here, why did Wang Ling die?"
Wu Xiajiu thought in his heart that sure enough, it was Wang Ling's ghost that was wandering outside the door last night.
But it is estimated that Wang Ling's ghost did not dare to enter the mourning hall of curator Ji Jinqian, so the gouged out eyeball rolled in.
Not long after, news of Wang Ling's death spread in the funeral home.
Xia Dan, Zhao Xuexi and others all came over.