Chapter 20 7. One weird day

"Xiao Qi, Xiao Qi!" I heard Lao Song's voice, I opened my eyes, and saw Tian Xiaole. They sat next to me intact, and I was sweating and crying. "I was scared to death. Just now, you kept talking nonsense. No matter how I called you, you didn't wake up." Tian Xiaole said. It's three o'clock, and it turned out to be a dream. After I got up, I hurried to the funeral home. Everything was normal there, and the sex criminal was still lying in the freezer. After returning to my residence, I took a sip of water and asked Lao Song, "Lao Song, can you tell me what a human pig is?"

"The human pig was invented by Lu Hou, the wife of Liu Bang, the emperor of the Han Dynasty. It cut off the limbs, gouged out the eyes, cut off the tongue, and injected copper into the ears so that people could not hear, see, or speak. Then they threw it into the toilet. here." Lao Song said. "I dreamed that we all became human pigs." "Have you turned into a shemale? Don't talk nonsense." Tian Xiaole said, "Xiao Qi, you should be on duty. I'm going to sleep. To wake you up, we are exhausted." "It's no wonder he has nightmares. At such a young age, guarding a frozen corpse every day is enough torture." Lao Song was still smoking, and there was a moldy smell in the room.

I took a sip of water, and then called Gu Mei's phone again, but it was still turned off. At this time, I heard a slight noise outside the door. I opened the peephole and saw an old lady sitting on the stairs at the door. She took out a pile of yellow paper and hung it on the door, and took out some yellow paper and burned it on the stairs. She was crying while burning, her voice was terrible, which made her heart startled and narrowed. Within half an hour, a few people were taken from downstairs, who seemed to be carrying the corpse. It seemed that the wife of the old lady next door died.

It seems that there are no relatives at home, only the old man crying alone... Finally, when it was dawn, I became more sleepy, and heard the sound of knocking on the door again. What I hate the most now is the person knocking on the door. It always reminds me of a ghost knocking on the door. I really want to strangle the guy who knocked on the door. I went to open the door angrily, and it turned out that it was the food delivery. I want to sleep, but I dare not sleep, and I am afraid of dreaming, turning everyone into a pig. I called Gu Mei again, but she still turned off the phone. Now, I miss her very much, never before and after, and miss her thoroughly.

I started to recall everything about our past. When I first went to work, the superintendent said that it was reasonable to learn more from the old policemen. Therefore, the role of prisons in "leading the old with the new" and "teaching and helping" is still very prominent. At noon, after lunch, Lao Song said that he would go out to withdraw some money to pay off the house loan, and he would be back in an hour. As a result, he didn't come back until night. At seven o'clock in the evening, Lao Song called, his breath was weak, "I'm at Guo's house, come and pick me up!"

After that, I hung up the phone. We called again, but he was already switched off. what happened?Did Lao Song have an accident? Now, only me and Tian Xiaole are left in the room. Tian Xiaole stared at me, put her hands on my shoulders, and pursed her lips. No way?still me? "Brother, you have two choices now, one is to go to the funeral parlor to see the old woman; the other is to go out to find Lao Song." Tian Xiaole was not joking. These two elders are very tricky! I could see what Tian Xiaole meant, he wanted to stay and watch Lao Se. "Okay, I'll go find Lao Song!"

"After you come back, you can rest for four hours, as long as Lao Song has no accident." Tian Xiaole handed me the baton, "Can you drive?" "So-so!" I said. "It's okay, as long as you can drive away, remember, go to Guo's house." Tian Xiaole gave me the phone number of the county police officer. I called that number and confirmed the exact location. After that, I got in the car, inserted the key, started the small broken Jetta police car, drove out of the community, and drove onto the road. I thought of the dream last night again. It would be great if this was also a dream!

I hope it is not a nightmare, but who can predict it, maybe this is a death journey...