Requiem Chapter 42: Secrets can kill people
Boom...
Boom boom boom…
Suddenly, a dull voice suddenly rang out, and the three of them were startled at the same time.
Faced with the unexpected situation, Tang Yan couldn't help but cover her mouth with her hands, her eyes wide open with fear. Shen Feifei bravely shouted, "Who is it?"
Yin Hun's reaction was much faster than theirs. He turned around and stopped the two weaker girls behind him. His left hand quickly touched the inside of the wall, and he turned on the switch. Suddenly, the whole workroom lit up.
Looking closely, he saw that the spotless dressing table was filled with all kinds of utensils, and there were some footprints on the ground, with some obvious water stains on the edges of the footprints. Seeing this, Yin Hui's heart skipped a beat. He had clearly put away all the sundries before he left, but now, why were they on the dressing table again?
"Who is it?" he shouted bravely.
"Look!" Tang Yan suddenly raised her hand and screamed, and Yin Hun's eyes immediately looked in the direction of her finger.
They saw a skinny old man sitting in a corner of the dressing table with his back to them.
"Who are you?" Yin Hun shouted loudly, but there was obviously a lack of confidence in his voice. He thought it was the lingering Director Ma again.
"Boy, is that how brave you are?" At this time, the old man turned around. Yin Hui took a look and breathed a long sigh of relief: "Master! Why didn't you turn on the light when you came in? You scared us."
Old Zhao ignored Yin Hui's complaints and just murmured, "What were you doing just now?"
Yin Hui smiled and said, "It's nothing, it's just that something big happened at the funeral home today, the chefs are not at work, so we can only go out to eat something."
Old Zhao nodded in agreement, then turned around and continued to clean up the items on the table, which were all his personal belongings. When he got an old teapot, he stared at it for a while, as if he was looking at an old friend, with a hint of nostalgia in his eyes.
Yin Hui vaguely sensed that something was wrong with Old Zhao, and asked tentatively, "Master, are you leaving?"
Old Zhao looked back at Yin Hui, his wrinkles suddenly piled up, and under the dim light, there was a gloomy atmosphere. Yin Hui was stunned for a while, and then Old Zhao actually showed a strange and incomprehensible smile, and said in a hoarse voice: "Haha! I... will not leave here, even if I die!"
Yin Hui couldn't help but shudder. The word "death" sounded so frightening coming from the mouth of an undertaker.
Old Zhao then lit up a cigarette, a Zhonghua. He never smoked such good cigarettes, but today was an exception, which was as puzzling as his current behavior.
When Old Zhao finished packing up the items and wrapped them all in the package, he unexpectedly stopped and looked at Yin Hun quietly.
At this time, Yin Hui was chatting with two other people. After a busy day, he finally had some free time to rest, and naturally revealed a signature smile.
Old Zhao called out Yin Hui's name in a low voice, "Come with me! I have something to tell you."
The smile on Yin Hun's face froze. He could see that Old Zhao had something extremely important , so he hurriedly stood up, greeted Tang Yan, and followed him to the corner behind the funeral home.
The corner is a bit remote and few people come here usually. A tall tree blocks the corner.
The mottled sunlight shone through the gaps between the leaves onto the ground, like corpse spots on a dead person, round and irregularly arranged.
Old Zhao slowly took out a cigarette from his jacket pocket and handed one to Yin Hun. After they each lit up the cigarette, they fell into silence, as if they were mourning for the funeral home behind them.
After a few minutes of silence, Old Zhao suddenly said, "Yin Hui, be nice to Tang Yan in the future. She is a good girl, don't miss her!"
Yin Hun was stunned. He had never expected that Old Zhao would talk to him about this topic. So he stared at Old Zhao in confusion. However, Old Zhao repeated what he had just said and didn't say anything else.
Yin Hui nodded as a response to Old Zhao, and then changed the subject: "Master, I want to hear about the case. This is the most important thing at the moment."
Old Zhao blinked twice: "I heard that you are very familiar right?"
Yin Hui shook his head: "I guess we know each other! We met in the police station because of a misunderstanding."
Old Zhao was silent again, taking the last two puffs of his cigarette, which was about to burn to the butt. Yin Hui was a little anxious, so he threw the cigarette butt between his fingers to the ground, stepped on it twice, and then said hurriedly: "Master, I want to know the truth!"
Old Zhao turned his face away, and seeing that there was no one around, he looked at Yin Hun with relief: "Boy, if you still regard me as your master, then don't get involved in this matter. If you can leave, try to leave here! This matter is far from as simple as you think!"
Something that can be said to be not that simple by Lao Zhao, the master of Maoshan, must be very puzzling in the eyes of ordinary people.
The funeral home will probably be closed for rectification in two days, so leave as soon as possible if you can!
This place is not suitable for you. And Tang Yan, take her with you.
Old Zhao finished his cigarette with a puff, then threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stomped on it twice.
"Master, what's going on?" Yin Hun was anxious.
"Secrets can kill!"
After saying that, Old Zhao no longer paid any attention to Yin Hun, but went straight back to the dressing room, put all the packed luggage on his shoulders, pushed open the door of the dressing room, and walked in with big strides.
The footsteps in the corridor gradually faded away and finally disappeared without a trace.
