Chapter 45 Chapter 45: Immortal Alley

"Squeak..." The old wooden door was opened from the inside out. As soon as Curator Zhou entered the room, he saw Yin Hui and Tang Yan, and his expression was a little embarrassed. "Hello, curator." Yin Hui stood up and said hello. A layer of fine beads of sweat appeared on Director Zhou's head, as if he was frightened and stuttered, he was very nervous: "Oh! You are here too, sit down, sit down quickly." After being polite for a while, they all sat down. "It just so happened that I was going to gather you all together for a meeting. I didn't expect the gathering to be pretty neat. It just so happened that I didn't have to notify each of you one by one." Director Zhou smiled: "Well, the funeral parlor is temporarily closed for business. From now on, I will send you to work in other units first, and we will open the business after the incident has passed.” Speaking of this, he took out a handkerchief to wipe his face, and said politely: “Don’t worry, my unit will I have already contacted it, and I will report it tomorrow, it is the Changzhuang funeral home, it is newly opened, and there are not many employees."

Yin Hui and the others nodded. It's good to go to work, at least there is a salary to get. "Wow, that's great, I can support myself from tomorrow!" Thinking of being able to touch the corpse, this little girl who made Yin Hui feel a little perverted jumped three feet high happily, which made Yin Hui think to himself, Is this little girl a big fan of the movie "Confused Romance"?Otherwise, how could it be so obsessed? "Feifei, why are you here?" The curator only noticed Shen Feifei at this time, and seemed to know her. "Uncle Zhou, I'm also a makeup artist!" Shen Feifei said with a smile on her face.

"Makeup artist? How is that possible!" Curator Zhou was surprised: "Didn't I specifically inform Xiao Ma that he must arrange for the front desk?" Shen Feifei showed a nonchalant expression: "It's none of his business, I applied for the job secretly because I like the job of a makeup artist." After hearing what he said, curator Zhou couldn't help laughing: "Oh! Girl of the Shen family, you are still as naughty as before, no matter how old you are, you won't change." "Okay! Now that you've decided, I'm not going to force it. When you get tired of this job in the future, just tell me and I'll adjust your position."

Shen Feifei smiled, grabbed Director Zhou's arm and said coquettishly, "Thank you, Uncle Zhou." Curator Zhou touched her little head lovingly: "There is no need to thank me, I could have watched you grow up as a little girl! I remember when you were one year old, you ruthlessly slapped her at the wedding banquet. Kicked me." "Okay! Uncle Zhou still holds grudges!" "Hahaha..." Director Zhou, Zhao Deshui and others all laughed, and the atmosphere in the room became more lively. "Director, the funeral home has been sealed, but some of my personal belongings are still in the cabinet. Is it convenient for you to let me go in." After a while, Yin Hui said something.

"It's simple, I can just say hello to the police station, and you can see when you will be there." The curator took out his mobile phone and dialed a series of numbers. "Let's do it now!" Yin Hui looked out the window, the setting sun was still struggling, and the sky was not completely dark yet, so there was enough time to go back and forth by himself. "En!" Director Zhou nodded.After exchanging pleasantries, he told Yin Hui that it was settled. When he was about to leave, Director Zhou gave him a playful look and said, "Xiao Yin, let me remind you, that Ouyang Xue is not easy to mess with! His father has a lot of background, you let her do everything, don't mess up the relationship." stiff."

Yin Hui smiled: "Don't worry, curator, I won't have anything to do with this girl." Curator Zhou nodded and said, "That's good, you guys hurry up! It won't be safe if you're late." "Master, you have cleaned up your outfit! Do you want me to bring you something else?" Yin Hui looked back at the dazed old Zhao Tou, and Zhao Deshui woke up from the stupefaction, and waved his hands again and again: "No need, No……" Yin Hui frowned and said nothing. Walking out of Zhao Deshui's community, he ran to the crematorium again. Time flies so fast, a day's work is wasted between two points and one line.

The sunset glow reddened the western sky, shone drunkenly on every corner, not even a dog hole was spared.Against the backdrop of this warm tone, Tang Yan's originally handsome face is even more charming and attractive, especially those red lips, which make Yin Hui salivate, translucent, and Yin Hui can't help but want to take a sip Bite down. How could he not like such a woman who fascinated thousands of people? Yin Hui was intoxicated by it... He just looked at Tang Yan with bewildered eyes. Suddenly, Tang Yan glanced over and saw Yin Hui who was staring at her in a daze, her face turned red, she lowered her head and said nothing more.Yin Hui also felt a little embarrassed, so he stopped looking at her.

"Yin Hui, what do you think of me?" Tang Yan plucked up her courage and whispered in Yin Hui's ear. "You are a good girl." Yin Hui said sincerely, without blinking his eyes, to prove that he was not lying. "No, you are lying." Tang Yan's tone suddenly became serious: "I am not a good girl." Yin Hui was stunned for a moment, then looked at Tang Yan puzzled: "Ah, how could you say that?" "I'm a mortician, do you think I'm... dirty?" Tang Yan said in a blunt tone. "No, Tang Yan, you are a good girl, it's me..." Yin Hun hesitated and couldn't speak.

"Okay, it's here, you two don't exchange feelings anymore, go in quickly!" Yin Hui wondered if Shen Feifei was too innocent, and she spoke directly without going through her brain.Don't you know how to create some atmosphere for yourself? This light bulb is...too bright. After getting off the bus, the sky turned gray and dark, and the funeral home in front was gradually illuminated by the yellow sunset, slowly turning from yellow to black, as if the whole world was dimming. When he walked to the reception room, he saw that the security guard Zhang was standing there with a baton pinned to him. When he saw Yin Hui coming, he waved his hand and said hello.

Yin Hui smiled slightly, and then asked, "Old Zhang, where was that young man yesterday?" "That guy? Don't mention it." Old Zhang sighed: "After I got back, I insisted that I cheated on him, but..." After finishing speaking, Old Zhang pointed to his red and swollen face on the left. The meaning is obvious, he was beaten. Yin Hui smiled, but he was scheming in his heart: "You deserve it, who told you to be unreasonable." There was no one else in the funeral home except for the two special police officers who had been scolded earlier.Ouyang Xue had already left the scene, and it was estimated that the police would bother her.Out of sight and pure in mind, he opened the cabinet key, took some of his own things, and Yin Hui walked out from inside.

The gates of the funeral parlor have long been sealed with yellow tape, which looks like a claustrophobic forbidden place for living people. But when Yin Hui walked to the security booth, the security guard Zhang who had a good complexion just now suddenly changed his face, and glared at Yin Hui angrily, his eyes were bleeding. Yin Hui immediately realized that something was wrong, and frowned: "Old Zhang, what's wrong with you?" "You...all of you...get out of here, get out of here quickly!" The baton in Lao Zhang's hand slapped against the wall. "Old Zhang, you are..." Yin Hui looked at the furious old Zhang, feeling quite bewildered. His thin limbs trembled violently, his mouth and nose were crooked, his hair was fluffy, and he yelled some gibberish dialect, like a clown in a circus. "Didn't you hear? Ah!... Get out, get out, get out!" After finishing speaking, Lao Zhang threw the baton in his hand as a weapon. How clever he was, he easily dodged by changing his posture a little bit. But at this moment, he was thinking in his heart, is there something wrong with this old Zhang, a neurasthenia? Yin Hui decided not to care about him anymore, because he was very angry with the old man's behavior.Of course, it's not like it didn't happen before, it's just not as obvious as it is now. well!I don't know when this old man's neurosis will be cured, it's just so abnormal. While he was jumping around, Yin Hui hurriedly slipped out and hailed a taxi. "I always feel that Lao Zhang is a bit strange today, can't he be a ghost?" In the taxi, Yin Hui turned to look at the security booth. At this moment, Lao Zhang returned to his previous posture, looking at On my own side, the violent expression just now disappeared, and compared to before, there are completely two people. Tang Yan at the side shook her head: "Impossible! If it's a ghost, he should do everything possible to harm us like the old lady before! But just now, Lao Zhang was just driving us away." "That's true." Yin Hui rubbed his fluffy hair, the more he thought about it, the more something went wrong, and the more he thought about it, the more he couldn't figure it out. Pulling down the car curtain, Yin Hui glanced back through the glass window. There was a thick fog in his vision, which was blurry, just like the dense ink painting in a Chinese painting. Only the dim light of the security booth could barely make out. Ding, a blood-red flying ant landed on the glass window at some point, with two rows of jagged antennae pushing back and forth, climbing straight to the roof of the car. Looking at this strange little animal, Yin Hui suddenly felt something was wrong, and he didn't quite know what the reason was.All I know is that this feeling is very unexpected and also very... Strange. "Master, please turn around and go back again!" After some psychological struggle, Yin Hui finally made up his mind to stop the driver. The driver was taken aback, stepped on the clutch with his right foot, and the taxi wobbled a few times before leaning in the middle of the road: "Hey, kid. What kind of idea are you planning? I won’t go there again.” After speaking, he pointed his finger at the top of his head. Over the entire suburb, large expanses of blackness spread wantonly, and within a short while, it would be like a closed world, where you could not see your fingers, giving people a feeling of suffocation, if the two light heads of the taxi were not turned on to the maximum power , I am afraid that even the road ahead is not easy to distinguish. Yin Hui also knew that since several vicious cases occurred in succession, the vicinity of the funeral parlor has become a veritable death zone.What's more, judging by the virtues of this driver, he is not a brave man. It is really difficult for this black light to let him play this kind of adventure game. But there are exceptions to everything. He took out a brand new card of Grandpa Mao from his pocket, and Yin Hui stuffed it into the driver's palm holding the steering wheel with a smile: "Brother, I'm really in a hurry, please accommodate me, just this time, it's not an exception." As the saying goes, don't hit a smiling face with your hand.The driver frowned, and put the money into his pocket unceremoniously: "Seeing that you are an honest person, I won't beat around the bush." "Let's talk about the ugly things first, you can go, but you can't make me wait for you for too long. If it exceeds ten minutes, I will step on the accelerator and leave immediately." "Thank you, thank you." Yin Hui nodded again and again, something settled in his mind. Seeing him nodding, the driver didn't say anything else, and skillfully found a place to reverse the front of the car, the engine roared twice, and drove towards the funeral home. In the back seat, Yin Hui took a deep breath.He fidgeted and glanced at the flying ant on the car window. The strange bug seemed to be only twenty centimeters away from the roof of the car. Seeing this scene, the faint sense of crisis in his heart resurfaced again. It's like the last time Qixing was swallowed by dark clouds, and then Zhou Haiqing's life was lost. He subconsciously felt that as long as the ant climbed to the top of the glass, something would happen to Lao Zhang... I felt a little flustered.A dense layer of sweat even oozed from the palm of his hand. Nineteen centimeters, eighteen centimeters, fifteen centimeters, ten centimeters... Getting closer and closer, Yin Hun stared at the security booth shrouded in mist in front of him, his whole heart fluttered. This road is called "Shenxian Lane" by the experts. The reason why it has such an elegant name is because there are more than 30 shops here, large and small, all of which eat dead food, custom-made shrouds, portraits, and wreaths. , paper crafts and so on not to mention.It is very lively during the day, with people coming and going, bustling.But as long as it is night, it will become a place for ghosts to go shopping and meet. It is said that there was a time when I was riding a bicycle home at night on the road, and saw a paper man with a rouge face smiling towards me at the corner of the third locust tree. He waved his hand and told him to join a table to play mahjong.At that time, I was so frightened that I didn't even want my car. After finally returning home, I was seriously ill and passed away in less than a month. Since then, this place has another name 'Little Ghost Lane'. In the thick fog, only this taxi was passing through the road, and the surrounding closed shops revealed a terrifying atmosphere that delighted the dead and frightened the living.The shops are connected one by one, like a long white dragon. From time to time, there are paper figures swaying in the wind, as if they are waving at themselves.