Requiem Chapter 45 Security Booth
"It's so damn cold today!" Pulling his black windbreaker, Yin Hun looked at the starlight swallowed by the dark clouds and cursed in his heart.
There were no pedestrians , it was empty, with only the street lamps flickering like ghost eyes emitting a weak light. There were no taxis on the street either, so he could only muster up the courage to move towards the funeral home.
Late at night, at this time, it was the first time for Yin Hui to come to the funeral home he was familiar with in such a dark time. However, the funeral home at this time actually made him feel strange. A dead silent six-story building in the gray air stopped there, which made people stunned.
For some reason, Yin Hun suddenly remembered what Old Man Zhao once said: Storms always break out suddenly in silence.
On the door of the funeral home, a line of blood-red words was clearly displayed: Welcome.
This is said to the dead; it is also said to ghosts.
Yin Hui knocked hard on the security door on one side, and a trembling voice came from inside the room.
"Who—who—who?"
Yin Hui tried to speak in a gentle tone: "It's me, Yin Hui."
The door creaked open, that pale sound that always comes from the rusty iron shaft as it turns.
And this sound in the funeral home is undoubtedly a dying mourning music.
After a moment, a young security guard stuck half of his head out and stared at Yin Hun with frightened eyes. He didn't know Yin Hun. He was new and he was terrified of anything that happened in the funeral home, especially late at night.
Yin Hui seemed to understand something and smiled faintly. Then he slowly took out his work ID and handed it to the security guard: "Brother, are you new here? I'm a staff member here."
After comparing the documents several times, the young security guard finally calmed down, but still asked with some uneasiness: "Okay! I know. But, it's so late, what are you doing here?"
Yin Hui said calmly: "A colleague of mine called me and said that something might have happened in the funeral home and I need to go in and deal with it. I hope you can open the door."
The security guard was stunned. He turned his head and stared blankly at the black building. He hesitated and said, "But there is no one in the funeral home! I even went in and took a look after get off work."
"No one?" Yin Hun took a deep breath in surprise.
The security guard nodded blankly and said in a low voice, "Yes, no one."
Yin Hui looked at the blurred outline of the funeral home again. Could it be that all this was just an illusion?
That mysterious phone call and the screams of the woman on the line...
Impossible, absolutely impossible.
Yin Hui shook his head secretly.
"Leave now! I won't let you in. There are rules and regulations here. No matter what happens at night, no one is allowed to enter without the director's order."
After saying that, the young security guard sat upright in the chair again, his eyes sparkling as he stared at the comic book in his hands, never getting tired of it.
As a member of the funeral home, Yin Hun knew that their home did have such a rule.
Yin Hun felt a little cold standing outside, so he took out a box of cigarettes with trembling hands, took out two, and handed one to the security guard.
The young security guard hesitated for a moment, then looked at Yin Hui's face and thought he looked familiar. He didn't think he was a bad guy, so he took it.
After Yin Hui had fueled his fire, he began to get close to him: "Hey, buddy, where's Mr. Zhang who used to be the gatekeeper?"
"Oh! He's sick, so he asked me to take over the shift."
"Oh! I'm sick." Yin Hun smiled, but was secretly angry in his heart. He didn't expect that Lao Zhang would let such an inexperienced boy guard the door without considering the consequences.
Thinking back to the last time he saw him burning paper money with fear, Yin Hui was also happy. This guy! The older he gets, the more afraid he is of death. Isn't Old Zhang afraid of that unfounded curse?
But looking at this kid's innocent face, he probably doesn't know about the death a few days ago!
"How about this! I'll call Lao Zhang. He knows me. If he agrees to let me in, how about you let me in?" Yin Hun said in a negotiating tone.
He had been thinking about it for a long time just now, and always felt that it was not appropriate to leave like this. Now that he had arrived at the funeral home, he had to go in and take a look no matter what.
The young security guard lowered his head and thought for a while, then nodded and said, "Okay then! You call Lao Zhang, and if he lets you in, I'll let you in, but I have to follow you, after all, we're not very familiar with each other."
The young security guard took a look at the cigarette butt in his hand, put it out, and threw it into the trash can.
"Yeah, OK." Yin Hui quickly took out his phone from his pocket and called Lao Zhang. After a series of beeps, Lao Zhang finally answered the call.
After Yin Hui explained for a long time, Lao Zhang agreed to let Yin Hui in. But at the end, he reminded Yin Hui: "Yin Hui, don't touch anything after you go in, don't leave fingerprints, just call the police, don't say anything else."
After that, Lao Zhang hung up the phone and a beeping sound was heard.
Yin Hui's mouth widened. What on earth did this Lao Zhang mean? What about not touching things and not leaving fingerprints? He just wanted to call the police...
Could it be that Lao Zhang knew what murder had happened there?
The more I think about it, the more something seems wrong.
After hearing Lao Zhang's tone, the young security guard seemed to agree to let Yin Hun in, so he also came out of the security room.
Yin Hun glanced at the book in the security guard's hand. On it were three big words written: "Night of Terror".
He couldn't help but wonder, reading such a book in a funeral home at night, wasn't this too different from the timidity the security guard had just shown?
A strange wind blew by, rolling up a few pages of the book "Nightmare", and a page with a naked woman suddenly appeared in front of him.
This really amused Yin Hui. Damn, he turned out to be a pervert! He put the H novel in between the horror novels so that even if he was caught reading the novel, he wouldn't be laughed at...
Yin Hui smacked his lips.
While the security guard was opening the lock, I took the opportunity to take a look inside.
There is a table and a kitchen rack under the dim light.
A new quilt lay quietly on the bed, a small pair of women's panties were exposed outside the quilt, and a pair of red women's slippers lay quietly on the ground, with the toes facing the head of the bed. If you look closely, you will find a white sanitary napkin and a condom mixed in it on the ground.
It seems that this guy treated the funeral home as his home and even brought his girlfriend here, and he just took the opportunity to vent his anger.
Suddenly, the quilt began to move, and then Yin Hun turned over and stared at the quilt in surprise. The person inside slowly twisted her body, and a pair of snow-white women's long legs were revealed.
"How about it, one hundred yuan per time." The young security guard noticed Yin Hun's little action, but instead of getting angry, he recommended his girlfriend with a lewd smile.
Yin Hun hurriedly shook his head to express his gratitude.
But in his heart he was scolding this guy. For a hundred dollars, he actually let his girlfriend sell herself. It was really shameful for a man. He couldn't help but look down on the young man.
"What's wrong with young people nowadays?" Yin Hun muttered to himself.
At this moment, the young woman on the bed turned over and slipped out of the quilt. Her seductive curves seemed to have endless appeal, tempting Yin Hun to spend the hundred yuan.
Yin Hun's cheeks turned red and he silently recited a Taoist mantra to calm his pounding heart.
With a sound of metallic collision, the young man finally opened the chain and pressed the switch of the electronic door.
After Yin Hui came in, he asked the young man to lead the way. He took advantage of the young man's inattention to write a few strange symbols on the door of the security booth.
He knew that a girl left alone in the security booth would easily attract a pervert, especially with the toes of her shoes facing the bed, which was a failure in terms of feng shui.
Put a spell on her and ordinary ghosts will not come in.
Following the security guard, Yin Hun walked into the lifeless funeral home.
He opened the glass door of the funeral home and scattered a stack of Yuan banknotes and paper money as a way of honoring the ghosts inside. He was sorry that he had disturbed their rest, and only in this way could he comfort the resentment in their hearts and not cause trouble for the two of them.
The young man was very disdainful of Yin Hun's behavior. In his eyes, these were just feudal superstitions.
However, he did not notice that as soon as he left, the paper money that was originally lying quietly on the ground slowly floated up and finally drifted slowly towards the morgue.
Based on the landline number, Yin Hun deduced that the phone number Zhou Haiqing called him from was on the top floor, so he asked the security guard to follow him up the stairs.
It's true that in this atmosphere, even if someone was with him, Yin Hui's heart was somewhat trembling, let alone acting alone. For a moment , he actually felt a little grateful to this fearless little security guard.
Walking along the long corridor, there was no other sound except the long and heavy footsteps.
Few people go up to the third floor, because most of this place is a warehouse. Occasionally, when business is busy, one or two rooms will be opened as a workplace for undertakers, and there is also a crematorium. But for some reason, this crematorium, which was only used a few times ten years ago, was completely sealed and has never been moved since then.
Yin Hun was also curious and asked Old Zhao about the sealed crematorium in a roundabout way, but Old Zhao was quite sensitive about it and always kept silent about it or changed the subject with other topics.
After several unsuccessful attempts, Yin Hun stopped asking.
Now that I think about it, there must be something fishy about the crematorium, and it may very well be the clue throughout the entire incident.
"Brother, there's nothing to do here, let's go!" The young security guard following behind Yin Hun's hands were shaking a little. It seemed that his courage was not yet as strong as Dugu Qiubai.
The faint beam of the flashlight shone on the ceiling, and the round halo was like a weak human face, unpredictable.
The empty corridors and dim lights were exactly like the scenes in a horror movie.
Occasionally, one or two spirits passed by. Although Yin Hui could see them, he pretended not to see them. The ghosts also passed through them without noticing. Of course, the little security guard didn't know all this, otherwise the expression on his face would be very interesting, wouldn't it?
After walking through several rooms, it was still very quiet and there was nothing unusual.
Soon the two of them reached the end of the small passage. At the end, Yin Hun looked around and found nothing unusual. He smiled bitterly and thought for a while that he had been overthinking. Perhaps this was just a carefully planned prank.
Thinking of this, he breathed a sigh of relief and patted the young security guard on the shoulder: "Dude, you're quite brave. Have you ever considered working in a funeral home?"
The young security guard's face turned pale and he shook his head hurriedly: "Forget it, I've always been allergic to dead people. I will faint when I see someone lying down."
Yin Hun laughed dryly twice and motioned for him to go back.
But as soon as the hand patted his shoulder, the young security guard slid down silently. His eyes rolled back and it was obvious that he had fainted.
