Requiem Chapter 51: Fairy Lane
"Squeak..." The old wooden door was opened from the inside out. As soon as Director Zhou entered the room, he saw Yin Hui and Tang Yan, and his expression was a little embarrassed.
"Hello, Director." Yin Hun stood up and greeted him.
Director Zhou had beads of sweat on his head. He seemed to be frightened. He stuttered and was very nervous. "Oh! You are here too. Sit down. Sit down quickly."
After a few polite exchanges, they sat down.
"I was just planning to gather you all together for a meeting. I didn't expect that you all would be gathered together. It's just right that I don't have to notify everyone one by one." Director Zhou smiled and said, "Well, the funeral home is temporarily closed to the public. From tomorrow, I will send you to work in other units. We will reopen after the storm is over." At this point, he took out a handkerchief to wipe his face and said slowly, "Don't worry, I have already contacted the unit. You can report there tomorrow. It's the Changzhuang Funeral Home. It's newly opened and there are not many employees."
Yin Hui and others nodded. It was good to go to work, at least they could get a salary.
"Wow, that's great. I can be self-reliant from tomorrow!" The thought of being able to touch a corpse made this little girl, who Yin Hun thought was a little perverted, jump up and down with joy. Yin Hun wondered if this little girl was a loyal fan of the movie "Confused Romance"? Otherwise, how could she be so obsessed?
"Fei Fei, why are you here?" The curator noticed Shen Fei Fei only then and seemed to know her.
"Uncle Zhou, I'm also a makeup artist!" Shen Feifei said with a smile.
"Makeup artist? How is that possible!" Director Zhou was shocked: "Didn't I specifically inform Xiao Ma at the beginning and ask him to arrange someone to be in charge of the front desk?"
Shen Feifei, however, looked nonchalant: "It's none of his business. I applied for the job secretly because I like the job of a makeup artist."
After hearing his words, Director Zhou couldn't help but laugh: "Alas! Shen's girl, you are still as naughty as before. You are so old, but you still don't change."
"Okay! Since you've made up your mind, I won't force you. When you get tired of this job, just tell me and I'll adjust your workstation."
Shen Feifei smiled, took Director Zhou's arm and said coquettishly, "Thank you, Uncle Zhou."
Director Zhou patted her little head lovingly: "Why should I thank you? I was able to watch you grow up! I remember when you were one year old, you kicked me hard at the wedding banquet."
"Great! Uncle Zhou is still holding a grudge!"
"Hahahaha..." Director Zhou, Zhao Deshui and others all burst into laughter, and the atmosphere in the room became much more lively.
"Director, the funeral home has been sealed, but some of my personal belongings are still in the cupboard. Would you mind letting me in?" After a while, Yin Hun said something.
"That's easy. I just need to say hello to the police station and you can decide when to go over." The curator took out his cell phone and dialed a number.
"Let's do it now!" Yin Hun looked out the window. The setting sun was still struggling and the sky had not yet completely darkened. He had plenty of time to make a round trip.
"Yes!" Director Zhou nodded. After a round of greetings, he told Yin Hui that it was done.
Before leaving , Director Zhou gave him a joking look and said, "Xiao Yin, let me remind you that Ouyang Xue is not someone you can easily mess with! Her father is a very important figure, so you should give in to her in everything and don't make things awkward for her."
Yin Hui smiled and said, "Don't worry, Director, nothing will happen between me and this girl."
Director Zhou nodded and said, "That's good. You should go quickly! It will be unsafe if you are late."
"Master, have you packed all your things? Do you want me to bring you something else?" Yin Hui looked back at the dazed old Zhao. Zhao Deshui woke up from his shock and waved his hands repeatedly: "No, no..."
Yin Hui frowned and said nothing.
He walked out of Zhao Deshui’s community and ran towards the crematorium again.
Time flies so fast. A whole day is wasted between two points.
The sunset dyed the western sky red, and shone in every corner, even a dog hole. Against this warm color, Tang Yan's originally pretty face looked even more charming and attractive, especially her red lips, which made Yin Hun salivate. The translucent lips made Yin Hun want to bite them.
How could I not like such a woman who fascinated so many people?
Yin Hui was intoxicated by it...
He just stared at Tang Yan with a blank look.
Suddenly, Tang Yan glanced over and saw Yin Hun staring at her in a daze. Her face turned red and she lowered her head and said nothing. Yin Hun also felt a little embarrassed, so he stopped looking at her.
"Yin Hun, what do you think of me?" Tang Yan mustered up her courage and whispered in Yin Hun's ear.
"You are a good girl." Yin Hui said sincerely, without blinking, to prove that he was not lying.
"No, you're lying." Tang Yan's tone suddenly became serious: "I'm not a good girl."
Yin Hui was stunned for a moment, and looked at Tang Yan in confusion: "Uh, why do you say that?"
"I'm an undertaker. Do you dislike that I'm... dirty?" Tang Yan said in a somewhat stiff tone.
"No, Tang Yan, you are a good girl, it's me..." Yin Hun stammered and couldn't speak.
"Okay, we're here, you two don't need to exchange feelings anymore, just go in!"
Yin Hui wondered if Shen Feifei was too naive, speaking without thinking. Didn't she know how to create some atmosphere for herself?
This light bulb is...too bright.
After getting off the bus, the sky turned gray and dark. The funeral home in front was gradually illuminated by the yellow setting sun, slowly changing from yellow to black, and it seemed that the whole world was dimming.
When he walked to the message room, he saw security guard Lao Zhang standing guard there with a baton on his head. When he saw Yin Hun coming, he waved and greeted him.
Yin Hui smiled slightly, and then asked, "Old Zhang, where is the young man from yesterday?"
"That guy? Oh, don't mention it." Lao Zhang sighed and said, "After he went back, he insisted that I was the one who cheated him, and the result..." After saying that, Lao Zhang pointed to the red and swollen left side of his face.
The meaning is obvious: he was beaten.
Yin Hui smiled, but in his heart he was calculating: "You deserve it. Who told you to be such an unkind person?"
There was no one else in the funeral home except the two special police officers who were scolded earlier. Ouyang Xue had already left the scene, probably to the police station. Out of sight, out of mind. After opening the cabinet key and taking out some of his own things, Yin Hui walked out.
The doors of the funeral home had long been sealed tightly with yellow tape, making it look like a secluded place where living people were not allowed to stay.
But when Yin Hun walked to the security booth, the security guard Lao Zhang, who had been in good spirits just now, suddenly changed his expression and glared at Yin Hun angrily, with blood almost dripping from his eyes.
Yin Hui immediately realized that something was wrong and frowned: "Lao Zhang, what's wrong with you?"
"You...you all...get out of here, get out of here quickly!" The baton in Lao Zhang's hand hit the wall with a loud bang.
"Old Zhang, what are you doing..." Yin Hun looked at the furious Old Zhang and felt very confused.
His thin limbs were shaking violently, his mouth and nose were crooked, his hair was disheveled, and he was shouting some messed-up dialect, like a clown in a circus.
"Didn't you hear me? Ah!... Get out, all of you, get out now!" After saying that, Lao Zhang actually threw the baton in his hand as if it were a weapon. Fortunately, Yin Hun's skills were much better than his, and he dodged it easily by slightly changing his posture.
But at this moment, he was wondering in his heart, is there something wrong with Old Zhang, is he suffering from neurasthenia?
Yin Hui decided not to care about him anymore, because he was very angry about the old man's behavior. Of course, it had happened before, but it was not as obvious as it is now.
Alas! I don’t know when this old man’s mental illness will be cured. It’s just so abnormal.
While he was jumping around there, Yin Hui quickly slipped out and called a taxi.
"I always feel that Lao Zhang is a little strange today. Could he be possessed by a ghost?" In the taxi, Yin Hun looked back at the security booth. At this moment, Lao Zhang had returned to his previous attitude, looking at him with a smile. The violent expression just now was gone. Compared with before, he was completely two different people.
Tang Yan shook her head and said, "That's impossible! If he was possessed by a ghost, he should have tried every possible way to harm us like the old woman before! But just now, Lao Zhang was just chasing us away."
“That makes sense.” Yin Hun rubbed his fluffy hair. The more he thought about it, the more something seemed wrong, and the more confused he became.
Pulling down the car curtain, Yin Hun glanced back through the glass window. His vision was filled with thick fog, blurry and blurry, just like the misty ink paintings in Chinese paintings. Only the dim light of the security booth could be barely discerned.
Ding, a blood-red flying ant had landed on the glass window at some point, and its two rows of uneven antennae moved back and forth, crawling straight towards the roof.
Looking at this strange little animal, Yin Hui suddenly felt something was wrong. He didn't know why. He just knew that this feeling was unexpected and... strange.
"Master, please turn around and go back!" After some mental struggle, Yin Hun finally made up his mind to stop the driver.
The driver was stunned and slammed the clutch with his right foot. The taxi shook a few times and then tilted in the middle of the road: "Hey, kid. What the hell are you thinking? It's dark now. I won't go to that kind of place again." After saying that, he pointed his finger above his head.
Large swathes of darkness spread wantonly above the entire suburbs, and soon it became like a closed world where one could not see one's hand in front of one's face. It gave people a feeling of being on the verge of suffocation. If the two headlights of the taxi had not been turned on at maximum power, it would have been difficult to even distinguish the road ahead.
Yin Hui also knew that after several vicious cases occurred in succession, the area near the funeral home had become a veritable death zone. Moreover, judging from the driver's character, he was not a courageous person. It would be difficult for him to play this kind of adventure game in the dark.
But there are exceptions to everything.
Yin Hui took out a brand new Mao Zedong note from his pocket and stuffed it into the driver's palm holding the steering wheel with a smile: "Brother, I do have something urgent to do. Please be flexible. Just this once, and it won't happen again."
As the saying goes, don't hit a smiling person. The driver raised his eyebrows and put the money into his pocket without hesitation: "Since you are an honest person, I won't beat around the bush."
"Let me be frank with you. You can go, but you can't make me wait for you too long. If it's more than ten minutes, I'll step on the accelerator and leave immediately."
"Thank you, thank you." Yin Hun nodded repeatedly, feeling relieved.
Seeing him nod, the driver didn't say anything else. He skillfully found a place to reverse the car. The engine roared twice and drove towards the funeral home.
In the back seat, Yin Hui took a deep breath and glanced at the flying ant on the car window anxiously.
The strange bug seemed to be only twenty centimeters away from the roof of the car.
Seeing this scene, the vague sense of crisis in his heart surfaced again.
It was just like the last time when the Morning Star was swallowed by the dark clouds and Zhou Haiqing’s life was in danger.
He subconsciously felt that as long as the ant climbed to the top of the glass, Lao Zhang would be in trouble...
I felt a little flustered, and even beads of sweat oozed out of my palms.
Nineteen centimeters, eighteen centimeters, fifteen centimeters, ten centimeters...
Getting closer and closer, Yin Hun stared at the security booth shrouded in fog in front of him, his heart beating fast.
This road is called "God's Lane" by experts. The reason for this nickname is that there are more than 30 shops here, big and small, all of which are engaged in the business of the dead, and they make custom-made funeral clothes, portraits, wreaths, paper crafts, etc. It is very lively here during the day, with people coming and going. But as soon as it gets dark, it becomes a place for ghosts to go shopping and gather. It is said that there was once a man riding a bicycle home at night. At the turn of the third locust tree, he saw a paper man with a rouge face waving at him with a smile, asking him to join a table to play mahjong. At that time, he was so scared that he didn't even want the car. After finally returning home, he fell seriously ill and passed away in less than a month. From then on, this place has another name "Little Ghost Lane".
In the thick fog, there was only this taxi traveling on the road. The closed shops around it revealed a terrifying atmosphere that made the dead happy and the living terrified. The shops were connected one after another, like a long white dragon. From time to time, paper figures swayed in the wind, and it really seemed like they were waving at me.