Requiem Chapter 43: Eight Hundred Thousand Ghost Money
"Yin Hui, what did Uncle Zhao say to you just now?" Tang Yan asked curiously when she saw old Zhao leaving.
Yin Hui was absent-minded, still thinking about what happened just now, and simply replied: "Nothing, just explained the arrangements for the next few days!"
After saying this, he fell into deep thought again. He felt more and more that this matter might be something that could be done.
The staff at the funeral home were in a panic, and even Lao Zhao, a veteran undertaker, felt as if the world was coming to an end. It seemed that there must be something fishy going on.
Unconsciously, night fell. It was late autumn now, and it was already dark when it was time to get off work. The three people walked out of the dressing room, walked through the long dim corridor, and finally walked out of the funeral home.
At the gate, a small fire was slowly rising, and the black smoke that came out frightened Yin Hun. From the black smoke, he seemed to see the scene of the human resources director Ma Gobi when he was dying.
Yin Hun's heart tightened, thinking it was a natural fire, and he rushed over to put it out.
The ball of fire actually jumped up and down like a ghost, just like the image of a person struggling desperately while burning.
But I never expected that when I got to the fire, I would see two very bright things shining behind the fire. Upon closer inspection, I saw a dark shadow squatting next to the fire. It had a dry and skinny body and strong and uneven blood vessels, and looked like a mummy.
Yin Hui knew this person; he was the old man who was the doorman of the funeral home.
The old gatekeeper also saw Yin Hun, but he just glanced at him with disdain, then lowered his head and continued to burn piles of colorful paper money for the dead, muttering something incessantly.
Yin Hun was surprised and wondered why the old man was burning paper.
"Yin Hun, let's go !" Tang Yan came up and patted Yin Hun's shoulder. Unexpectedly, Yin Hun was so scared that his whole body trembled. When he realized it was Tang Yan, he breathed a sigh of relief: "Let's go!"
"Go, go quickly, don't stay here." When passing by the old security guard, Yin Hun finally heard clearly what the old security guard said.
"Hurry up, hurry up." The old gatekeeper muttered like a madman. Yin Hun decided not to pay any more attention to the old gatekeeper and continued walking.
Shen Feifei was also a little scared, and followed Tang Yan closely. From a distance, she could still hear the old man at the gate mumbling nervously: "Eight hundred thousand ghost money! Haha! Eight hundred thousand ghost money!"
It was getting late now, and the vendors near the crematorium had closed their stalls early because of the deaths at the funeral home, and the restaurants were also closed.
"Yin Hui, why don't you show off your great cooking skills tonight!" Tang Yan looked at the empty space around her and her stomach growled.
Yin Hun nodded. He was quite interested in cooking. At least it could please the soul, relax the mood, and make him feel a sense of existence in this world. It is said that a gentleman should stay away from the kitchen, but Yin Hun asked himself if he was not a gentleman, at least he was not so hypocritical. "Sister Tang Yan, I don't dare to go back by myself. How about I live with you? I don't know if it's convenient." Shen Feifei said like a little girl.
Tang Yan nodded: "Okay! I don't dare to sleep alone! Come on, let me show you Grandpa Yin Hui's cooking skills today."
Yin Hui was hysterical again: "Who the hell is the grandpa? I'm only in my early twenties! Boss."
So Yin Hun's voice never stopped along the way.
Three dishes, one soup, and dessert after the meal.
In the warm and cozy house, Yin Hun's powerful fighting ability instantly captured the hearts and minds of the two people. After the rooms were assigned, Tang Yan and Shen Feifei lived in one room, while Yin Hun stayed alone in the empty room, feeling somewhat lonely.
But even so, he was not tempted by the two women. Because his mind and thoughts were all occupied by the other girl, and no one could interrupt his thoughts about her.
In this state of longing, Yin Hun actually fell into a deep sleep.
The fatigue of the past few days made Yin Hun sleep very soundly.
Ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling…
Suddenly, the phone rang.
Yin Hui, who was playing Landlord with Zhou Gong, woke up from his sleep, mumbled something sleepily, and then picked up the phone reluctantly and asked, "Who is it?"
There was a rustling sound of wind and crackling sounds of electric sparks on the other end of the phone.
"Who is it?" Yin Hun shouted again, but still no one came.
"Psycho." Yin Hun cursed and prepared to hang up the phone.
At this moment, a scream suddenly came from the phone. The voice came from a woman, and it reached Yin Hun's eardrums through the winding telephone line. Yin Hun shuddered suddenly. He could hear the fear, resentment, helplessness, and expectation contained in the scream. He suddenly remembered a lot of things, the cry for help before death, the scream as death approached, the fear of watching his companions being killed, the fear of sensing the ghost coming...
The receiver in his hand fell to the ground and he tremblingly turned on the light.
The small space was filled with the pale light of incandescent lamps. That pale light was exactly the same as the color in a funeral home, which made people feel numb and numbed.
Yin Hun looked around and saw that there was nothing unusual. He calmed down a little and stared at the phone with some fear.
There was a blank tone from inside. It seemed that the other party had hung up the phone.
He held the phone to his ear and listened carefully. After confirming that the other party had hung up, Yin Hun breathed a long sigh of relief and hung up the receiver.
Suddenly, he found five missed calls from the same number on the black display screen. The number belonged to Zhou Haiqing, who was a cremator in the funeral home and specialized in turning corpses into gray powder.
The call just now was also from Zhou Haiqing, but why when the call was connected, Zhou Haiqing didn't say anything but instead a woman's scream was heard?
Yin Hui sat on the bed and smiled bitterly, thinking that this was a prank played by Zhou Haiqing using voice-changing software . Because although Zhou Haiqing was old, he was innocent and looked like an old naughty boy.
Just as he lay down on the bed and was about to fall asleep and closed his eyes, Yin Hun suddenly opened his eyes again and jumped up from the bed, almost hitting the chandelier above his head.
After a flurry of activity, Yin Hun picked up the phone and looked at the time. It was exactly one o'clock in the morning, a time when ghosts often appear.
"One o'clock?" Yin Hui muttered hesitantly, and then flipped through the missed calls again.
It turned out to be the funeral home's landline.
"What! Master Zhou is still in the funeral home?" Yin Hun couldn't help but shiver all over.
What kind of place is a funeral home? Most people don't dare to stay there at night. Except for the old man who is the gatekeeper, others feel uncomfortable even if they pass by.
Master Zhou...Master Zhou, what happened?
The more Yin Hun thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong. Thinking about the woman's screams just now, the phone number and the weird time, Yin Hun realized that something big had happened.
Suddenly, a flash of light flashed through my mind. When I was watching the restroom today, I saw Master Zhou with his throat ripped open in the mirror...
Thinking of this, Yin Hun's whole body trembled and he could no longer sleep peacefully. He quickly prepared to go.
