Chapter 30 Chapter Thirty

In the personnel department of the funeral home, Ma Gobi walked into the bathroom with a livid face, leaning on the wall with one hand and holding a flashlight in the other. I don't know whether it was because of the bad eating in the outing two days ago or because of the cold. Since the middle of the night, his stomach has been hurting like a knife. And this is the sixth time that such a ceremony has been made. After finally sitting on the toilet, Ma Gobi found that his stomach was still hurting after the ouch. Although the pain was not so bad, he still decided to sit for a while longer.There were no newspapers, books and other entertainment in the bathroom. After a moment of silence, he stopped staring at the dripping nozzle and started looking at the tiles under his feet.It was strange, ever since he walked into this bathroom, he had been troubled by an indescribable feeling, like a piece of chewing gum that couldn't be shaken off, sticking sticky to the back of his head.At this time, when he quickly finished his internal work, this feeling emerged faintly again.

Ma Gobi also had this feeling before. It was a time when he walked alone at night. Although the time was not very long, the dark streets, shadowy tree shadows, and his own footsteps echoed in his ears. It is hard to forget even now.It felt like...as if someone had been following him, looking at him coldly, and if he stopped, that person would get close to him and grab his neck.This feeling accompanied him all the way, until he walked into the corridor of his home and the voice-activated lights turned on, and it was relieved.But in the winter, it still made him break out in a cold sweat.To be honest, it felt really bad.

But now this feeling seems to be back, and it is more serious and unscrupulous.That cold gaze, and even the unusual sound of panting lingered around him.This made him a little flustered, and he looked back for toilet paper, but couldn't find it.He cursed, but what responded to him was a very light, chuckling chuckle. Ma Gobi recalled the scene when he usually wore earphones to listen to music, and he was proud of his extremely keen hearing, which could easily catch even the faintest harmony in the earphones.The laughter that sounded at this time did not escape his ears—it was absolutely unmistakable!

And that laughter is not like the usual directional laughter, it is like the sound from high-fidelity headphones, coming from all directions, so that he can't tell where the laughter is coming from came. An unprecedented cold feeling immediately spread from the top of the head to the bottom of the body, making Ma Gobi feel that every hair in his body stood on end, and a strong tremor made him break out in a solid cold sweat.Regardless of the lack of toilet paper, he grabbed a disposable towel and hurriedly cleaned up, then stood up and walked towards the door. But the door could not be opened.

The door to the bathroom opens inwards, and only the inside of the door has a locking device. If you want to lock the door, you must use the key from the outside.Besides, this is a funeral home, and no one would lock themselves in the bathroom early in the morning as a prank.The lock must be broken. Ma Gobi twisted the doorknob vigorously back and forth as if in disbelief, shaking the door so that it kept ringing.But the damned door just won't open.Maybe it was against him, but the lock broke at this time.He wanted to kick the door open, but the door opened inwards, and he probably couldn't open it even if he kicked it.

Suddenly, Ma Gobi felt a gust of cold air at the base of his neck, which made him feel itchy, as if a person who was eating a popsicle was blowing on him.The airflow was not strong, but the freezing temperature still cooled down his sweating body.There is no one else in the bathroom, where does the air flow come from?There was indeed a ventilating fan in this small room, but it had been damaged since it had not been used for a long time, and after staying here for so long, Ma Gobi didn't feel the wind flow at all.In other words, the cold air blowing on his neck would not have any other reason other than human beings.

Ma Gobi didn't dare to look back for a while.Beads of sweat slowly rolled down from the forehead. The surrounding area was extremely quiet, and now Ma Gobi could only hear his own heavy breathing. He deliberately took a deep breath, held his breath, and tried his best to listen to the movement behind him.There is no sound.There was absolutely no way there was anyone else here and he didn't know it yet.But the breath just now was too real, and it is absolutely impossible to be his hallucination. Ma Gobi summoned up his courage and slowly turned around.No one, only him in the bathroom.Although the lights were dim, it was exactly the same as when he came in.But there was indeed something wrong, apart from the laughter and the air current, there was still something that made him feel uncomfortable.Ma Gobi felt his heart beating violently, his eardrums were also beating, and he was still a little dizzy.These uncomfortable feelings made the word "ghost" pop up in his mind.

He didn't know how long he had been in this room, but it felt like he had been there for a long time. He felt as if he was isolated by this bathroom, like Robinson Crusoe on a deserted island, fending for itself.Leaning against the door, Ma Gobi noticed that the tiles under his feet were not in a square shape, but one of them was slowly changing. It seemed that the joints of the vertical tiles became curved, making that tile appear to be moving. rounded.The range of changes gradually expanded, making Ma Gobi feel that even the tiles on the wall began to deform under his feet, and the entire bathroom seemed to have no vertical lines, but turned into a cave that was bending and collapsing.There seemed to be a pair of blue eyes in the cave, looking at him from afar.These are not a pair of human eyes, with pupils that are curved like blades.He couldn't see its face except for its eyes, and he couldn't hear its voice.

"Tick tock", "tick tock"... A series of ethereal dripping sounds sounded. As if he had received an order, he tremblingly took out a cigarette and a lighter from his trouser pocket.Instead of smoking a cigarette, he lit a lighter. His eyes stopped on the lighter, as if seeing the small flame of the lighter for the first time.what!The light of the fire is warm, jumping and jumping, like a fluffy chicken, I really want to touch it. Ma Gobi stretched out his fingers to touch the flame.Now he has no feeling at all, watching the flames slowly cover his whole body, wearing long clothes and trousers, he has now turned into a burning man.In the bright firelight, he heard his own sigh, as if his soul was leaving this body.He also heard a series of happy laughter, this time he recognized that it was a woman's laughter...

In the morning, Tang Yan dragged Yin Hui, who was sleeping on the bed, out of bed by his ears. It seemed that after two days of relaxation, he forgot that he was going to work today.After washing up hastily, their stomachs were empty. The two found a small street stall and ordered two baskets of steamed buns. Yin Hui bought a bottle of Nutrition Express, while Tang Yan directly drank a bowl of tofu nao. "Boss, boss, what are you two still doing here?" At this time, a shrill female voice came from behind, and Yin Hui looked back, unexpectedly it was Shen Feifei who just had a successful interview.

Unexpectedly, this little girl also lived nearby. "Shen Feifei, have you eaten yet? Let's have some together!" Thinking that they will be colleagues in the future, Yin Hui and Shen Feifei greeted each other cordially. It's just that Tang Yan's face was unhappy, and she muttered in a low voice: "A standard pervert." "Stop eating soon, something happened to the funeral home." Upon hearing the word funeral parlor, the stall owner and the customers were all stunned, looking at this handsome couple in disbelief. It is estimated that none of them would have imagined that the temperament and clothes of a white-collar worker are the ones who do that kind of thing. There was even an overly fashionable young lady who secretly vomited out the porridge she had just eaten, paid the bill and fled away. The rest of the people peeped at each other, and they also found reasons to leave one after another. Obviously, they were unwilling to stay with Yin Hui and others.In their impression, contact with the dead will inevitably bring the smell of the dead, and a rush of bad luck. In this way, it is bound to affect your wealth, luck, and love luck. The stall owner's brows were so wrinkled that he could hang up two oil bottles.He really wanted to drive these two people away, but he couldn't show his face to show it, so he could only stare blankly and worry.