Volume 2 The Curse of the Ba People Chapter 91: One Night at KFC
In fact, anyone with a discerning eye would know that there was something wrong with the secretary.
Her facial expressions, movements, and language organization, although decent, were definitely not what a secretary with such experience should have. This only proved one thing: she had something to hide.
In addition, when I mentioned earlier that Yu Tianlai was forcibly taken away , it was obviously mostly speculation. Without sufficient evidence, it was simply a fantasy. But why did this secretary show such an exaggerated expression?
When these flaws are combined together, things fall into place.
At this time, Yin Hun realized that it was completely dark. He looked at his watch and it was exactly eight o'clock in the evening.
Looking through the dim street lights, there is a KFC not far away.
"Tang Yan, let's go to KFC tomorrow morning! At this time, it is probably closed and everyone has gone to sleep." Yin Hun rubbed his eyes. He had not slept well these past few days.
"Hey, can you please have some common sense?" Ouyang Xue couldn't help laughing: "KFC is open 24 hours a day, how could it be closed for sleep? Well! I happen to feel hungry too, let's go together! You took advantage of my breakfast last time, it's time to return it this time." After saying that, she got into the police car, then rolled down the window and looked at the two people who were still in a daze: "Why don't you come up? If you delay me any longer, I will leave."
After hearing her words, Yin Hui glanced around. It was dark, and there were no buses. Even the taxis had gone to the train station to do illegal work. After all, subconsciously, it was always easier to make money from outsiders than from locals.
Yin Hui scratched his hair awkwardly. Oh! There was no choice but to get in the car!
When they arrived at KFC, the store was brightly lit. There was a girl working part-time to earn money for her studies mopping the floor by the glass door. It was not until he saw the eye-catching words "Open 24 Hours" on the sign that Yin Hun's face finally turned red.
He had seen this line of words on the KFC sign more than once, but he didn't pay any attention to it at the time. He thought it was just a means to attract business. If they really wanted to close, wouldn't they have to decide the time?
To be honest, as a traditionalist who prefers Chinese cuisine, he has never been to such a place, nor did he sit down and simply have a fast food meal.
In his opinion, eating is a kind of etiquette and also a kind of enjoyment. Of course, you have to savor it slowly and try all kinds of food to live up to your stomach. Fast food is just to fill your stomach when you don't have time to prepare it. It's just like instant noodles, junk food.
While he was looking at the advertisements around him and sighing, Tang Yan and Ouyang Xue were already happily ordering food there, and were discussing enthusiastically which one was delicious and which one was not.
"Oh my god." Yin Hui almost choked to death on his own saliva: "These two guys are so disloyal! How can they just go there without even saying hello!"
Thinking of this, he hurried to follow, fearing that if he was late, even the food that could fill his stomach would be taken away. However, what was waiting for him was not hamburgers or chicken wings, but the smiling expression of the salesperson: "Sir, please pay the bill!"
The bulging wallet was suddenly half empty. Yin Hui reluctantly ordered a few things that looked pretty good, and even got a cup of Coke, note: iced.
His heart really needed to be cooled down. Because Yin Hui found out that he was ripped off, and the one who ripped him off was actually Ouyang Xue. A breakfast only cost a few dozen yuan, but this KFC meal cost him several hundred yuan. This was very distressing for him who always boasted of his outstanding IQ.
Dugu Qiubai, Dugu Qiubai, I finally lost today...
Holding a few heavy plates of food, Tang Yan and Ouyang Xue found a seat and sat down. They each held a golden, crispy yellow chicken wing and began to chew slowly.
Yin Hun wanted to at least give an opening speech before the meal. After all, it cost several hundred dollars!
But the two of them continued to do their own thing in silence, just eating a few bites and drinking a glass of juice.
In desperation, Yin Hui could only bite the big ice cube in the Coke hatefully, staring at the deep sea cod burger on the plate, turning his grief into appetite, and started eating...
It was already past twelve o'clock when he got home. Considering that he had to work overtime the next day, Yin Hun fell asleep on the sofa without saying a word. Tang Yan shook her head and could only go to the room to find a blanket and cover him with it.
The next day, just as he opened his eyes, Shen Feifei pulled his ears up and kept complaining, "You bad guy, why didn't you call me to work yesterday? Are you afraid that I will cause you trouble? Humph! As long as I practice for a few more days, I will definitely do better than you!"
"Ouch, it hurts, let go first, let go first!" Yin Hui knew that this little girl in front of him was not easy to mess with, so he quickly explained: "I just saw that you were sleeping soundly yesterday, and I didn't mean to disturb you. Don't worry, I promise that I will definitely take you there today."
"Well! That's good enough. Seeing that you have a good attitude towards admitting your guilt, I will forgive you this time! It won't happen again!" After saying that, Shen Feifei nodded with satisfaction and went to the bathroom to wash up.
But she didn't see that Yin Hui on the sofa slowly revealed a smile of success: Hehe! With this little Lolita joining today, I shouldn't be too busy. I don't have to look at the face of that shitty new curator anymore.
Before leaving, Yin Hui lit a stick of incense in front of Zhao Deshui's spirit tablet. After doing all this, he touched his stomach, then picked up a red apple on the altar, wiped it, and took a bite: "Master! I'll give you an apple, don't mind! Besides, you are already this old, and you can't digest it if you eat too much."
After saying that, he closed the door with a smile.
There was a little mist on the black and white photo of Zhao Deshui, as if he was crying...
When they arrived at the funeral home, there were already three cold bodies in the dressing room, with cold air steaming. Seeing this scene, Yin Hui and Tang Yan couldn't help but smile bitterly at each other. Alas! Another unlucky day is about to begin. Among the three, only Shen Feifei's eyes kept glowing green, rubbing her hands: "Wow... Great! Now I have enough material to practice, look, there's also a woman."
Yin Hui swallowed his saliva, turned around and took a breath. He once again wondered if this little girl was a congenital or acquired psychopath, and it was still in the late stage...
Without further ado, the three of them hurriedly put on plastic gloves, mixed their foundation and lipstick, and started to get busy.
Just after finishing the work at hand with sweat on his forehead, the fat new curator, as if he had calculated the time well, anxiously pushed in a body that was beyond recognition: "Come on, everyone, thank you for your hard work. The family of this brother is waiting outside for the memorial service. Everyone, please help."
"Director, there is no such thing as three times the limit. I have tolerated you for a long time. Since there is a shortage of staff, can't you hire a few more? It's fine if we don't hire anyone, but for Director Zhou's sake, we will work overtime." Yin Hun took off his gloves with a gloomy face. Damn it, he has never met a boss who exploits employees like this. Thinking of this, he emphasized his tone: "But you are getting too much. The corpse is getting more alive every day, and you are still taking orders everywhere. Aren't you obviously treating us as machines? Machines still need maintenance!"
"You..." The fat curator pointed at Yin Hun, trembling: "Why are you so fierce, kid? If you have the guts, don't do it! As an employee of the factory, you should work harder for the welfare of the factory. Especially as a man, you should show the tolerance that a man should have, huh! You are not petty, you are more difficult to deal with than these two female comrades!" He was not an easy person to deal with. He turned his disadvantage around in a few words and even scolded Tang Yan and Shen Feifei.
"Okay, you're right, I just quit!" After saying that, Yin Hun pushed the corpse cart in front of the fat curator, scaring him so much that his face turned pale.
"Take it away, take it away quickly!" He kicked the corpse hard to the ground.
Seeing that Yin Hun was unmoved, the fat director gradually revealed a ferocious expression: "Hehe! I clearly remember the terms in the labor contract. If Party A violates the regulations, it must compensate Party B for 200,000 yuan! It seems that your family is quite well-off, but why don't you do good things and come to eat this dead person's meal?" He said sarcastically with a fake smile.
Shen Feifei's anger was finally aroused. She smashed all the makeup equipment and pouted her lips: "Okay, it's just two hundred thousand! I'll pay for it. You can slowly put makeup on these corpses! If it takes time, it's enough for you to pay."
After saying that, he grabbed Tang Yan's hand and walked away.
Two hundred thousand yuan was just two months' pocket money for Shen Feifei. If she really let her father take action, then she would definitely be able to put the small curator under the jurisdiction of the Civil Affairs Bureau under double supervision within 24 hours without any effort.
"You...you guys...I'm going to sue you in court!" The fat curator was so angry that even his voice became like that of an old duck.
"It's up to you!" Since the two girls had left, he naturally couldn't stay alone. Yin Hui smiled and threw the gloves on his other hand into the fat curator's arms.
"The rest is up to you. If you don't know how to put on makeup, remember to call me and ask me to teach you!"
After letting out his anger, Yin Hui felt very happy, extremely happy, very happy! Although the price was a bit high.
At this moment, there was a chaotic sound of footsteps in the hall. Upon closer inspection, they saw several people in black police uniforms. Although the leader was wearing sunglasses and a felt hat to cover up, Yin Hui still saw his true identity. Yes, Conan Doyle.
"You... why are you here?" Yin Hun was stunned.
"I called your cell phone, but it seemed to be turned off. I had to come here in person. Are you busy now? I need your help with something." Conan Doyle's voice was very polite. She was always polite to Yin Hui.
The fat curator was immediately disappointed when he saw these policemen coming to him. You know, they would not come to him for no reason. The leader was chatting with Yin Hui intimately, so he ignored the rest. He thought, these policemen, could they be reinforcements he had brought in?
Yin Hui shrugged noncommittally: "I'm busy or not, but I'm very busy. Right here and right now, there's a fat guy trying to sue me in court and claim two hundred thousand yuan in liquidated damages."
Conan Doyle smiled. Her intuition told her that if she didn't solve this matter, it would be difficult for Yin Hui to leave. So she followed Yin Hui's words and asked, "Mr. Exorcist, you are very humorous. Why did the fat man ask you for compensation?"
"Because I didn't comply with the contract." Yin Hun sighed alone.
"Oh! Got it!" Conan Doyle rolled his eyes knowingly, then calmly walked up to the fat curator, took out a beautiful ID from his pocket, and waved it in front of him: "Hello, I'm a law enforcement officer from the Capital Public Security Bureau. I suspect you used corpses to smuggle a batch of methamphetamine from the Golden Triangle to the mainland. Please come with me!"
The fat curator looked at the ID card and immediately broke into a sweat, and fell to the ground. The man in front of him was actually from the Capital Public Security Bureau, and he was a bureau-level cadre, several times more senior than his immediate superior.
What he didn't expect was that this foreign woman would directly accuse him of a crime punishable by death. This... isn't this killing people?
For a moment, his face turned pale and he stared blankly at the concrete floor.
"Okay, this is my friend. Be polite to him next time, you know?" Conan Doyle bent down and patted the fat curator on the shoulder. His meaning was clear enough.
"I understand, I understand, know, know, know!" the fat curator wailed.
Yin Hui saw from a distance that Conan Doyle made the fat curator cry and scream with just a few words. He was curious about what kind of magic the other party performed. After everyone got on the SUV, he couldn't help asking: "Conan Doyle, how did you...scare him like that just now?"
"Nothing, I just told him that I suspected him of smuggling a batch of drugs." Conan Doyle said casually: "Smuggling, drug trafficking?!" Yin Hun widened his eyes, it was indeed Conan Doyle, his way of doing things was indeed different from others.
"This is the kind of person who bullies the weak and fears the strong. If you give him three points, he will force you ten points. This kind of deterrent method is the most effective. Don't forget, I studied criminal psychology in the UK." Conan Doyle smiled in the rearview mirror.
"Where are we taking these two beautiful ladies?"
Yin Hun knew that the Public Security Bureau was the confidential place of this city, and many of its procedures and inside stories could not be known to outsiders. As outsiders, Tang Yan and Shen Feifei naturally could not enter legally.
