Wang Jingzhe remembers this single room very clearly. From the first day he came, the coffin had stopped here, and it had never been changed or cremated. However, a lot of the yin energy here was constantly leaking out, but it had been seven days.

This situation is quite strange, but Wang Jingzhe felt that he would pursue it too much in the future. There are too many strange things in this world, and there are also unsolved mysteries. He really has no intention to investigate, as long as it doesn't hinder his affairs.

Is it better to have less people than to have more things. It is really tiring to be more versus less.

Wang Jingzhe glanced at the coffin and paused for a moment, turned around and was about to leave, but suddenly a very strange movement came out of the coffin. The sound was like a person scratching the blackboard with his fingernails. This "crunch, crunch" sound was very harsh and uncomfortable in his ears.

If it were someone else in this situation, it would be a shock immediately. However, Wang Jingzhe had seen too many of them. He was not shocked at all, but just frowned and walked in.

The coffin is a unified frozen coffin in the funeral home, the kind with solid iron plates, and the situation inside cannot be seen. In order to prevent any accidents in the body, it is locked after being sent in, and the key is kept by the family.

Wang Jingzhe walked around the coffin, and the "crunching" movement kept ringing. It had not happened in many days before. This was the first time I encountered it.

Among them, Wang Jingzhe would not think that he was locked up with a zombie, because the situation was not very sympathetic and his aura was different. Besides, he didn't look like a zombie fraud. Even if he had been cheated, he would have to be suffocated to death. In short, it was a very bizarre phenomenon.

After a moment, the movement disappeared. Wang Jingzhe looked suspiciously for a long time but couldn't see the reason, but he successfully aroused his curiosity.

After coming out of the morgue, Wang Jingzhe came to the guard room. The old man who was playing in the game was not sleeping yet. He was sitting at the table listening to the radio, making a pot of tea, and listening to the opera in the radio, his hands were still slapped.

Chen Fang said that Mr. Li, who was guarding the door, had been in this funeral home for almost twenty years. I don’t know how many employees he sent away, but the old man never changed the place. He was extremely familiar with all the facilities in the funeral home, and his footprints were left on every inch of land here.

Wang Jingzhe knocked on the door. Old Man Li opened his eyes and saw that it was him and said, "Xiao Wang, what's wrong?"

Wang Jingzhe came in and out these days and met Mr. Li, but the two of them had never talked deeply. They just nodded and greeted each other when they met. He took out two cigarettes and smoked one and handed it to Mr. Li one, then moved a chair and sat down. The old man poured him a cup of hot tea.

"You are in good spirits this night. You are still not asleep when you watch it in the middle of the night?" Wang Jingzhe asked in a chat.

"I'm older and sleep less. Another thing I do is the job of a husband. I don't sleep easily at night. What if there is something wrong? Anyway, there is more time during the day, so I'll just take a look when I have time." Mr. Li pointed to the tea cup and said to drink tea.

"Uncle Li heard that you have been here for a long time?"

"Yeah, it's been twenty-two years."

"Oh, that's really not a short time. It's rare that you've worked for so long. Have you been used to this job long ago?" Wang Jingzhe said.

"Haha, yes, habits have become natural. Don't think that working in a funeral home seems unlucky, but there is no such leisurely and full of retirement places."

"Then I'm quite curious. Have you encountered any supernatural incidents you have been here for so many years?"

Uncle Li smiled and jokingly said, "Can that be nothing? I've seen it so much. I've been used to it. I haven't seen any monsters and monsters before, but there's nothing scary. When I was young, a Taoist priest said that I could suppress evil in my yang energy. Let me tell you this. If I write supernatural novels based on my experience, there would be no such thing as the author who was sleepy and unable to sleep. He couldn't do it."

"That's right, you've seen it all in person." Wang Jingzhe talked to him for a long time, then suddenly changed the topic and mentioned the morgue. He asked, "Uncle Li, you know the single room, do you remember when the deceased was sent here."

As long as the deceased comes in, they will register with him, and then record and archive it in it. Uncle Li thought about it and didn't seem to remember it. So he took a notebook and opened it, searched forward for a while, then said, "Hey?" and said, "Hey? It was delivered more than half a month ago. It has not been cremated for such a long time?"

"Is there something wrong?" Wang Jingzhe asked.

What he said about is generally a problem with the death certificate of the body. For example, if a case or accident is involved, the case is not settled, or the family members of the deceased do not agree. In short, the conditions for cremation have to be put on hold. This is not uncommon. Basically, there are any funeral homes, and the longest time is left for half a year or even longer. There are corpses here who died because of a project accident. The compensation has never been negotiated. The deceased has been left for more than two years and has not been cremated. Otherwise, the police have not solved the case and may be stored for a long time.

Mr. Li shook his head and said, "No, I don't know about this without a record. Go and ask Xiao Chen. He pulled the body over, and he should know."

"Chen Fang?"

"Well, it's his car and name that are registered."

"Okay, I know, uncle." Wang Jingzhe nodded and was about to leave.

Uncle Li suddenly called him and said, "Xiao Wang, you are not a member of Mr. Yin and Yang?"

"Haha, you see?"

Mr. Li said, "I have been here for many years, and I have never seen anything. The serious Mr. Yin and Yang do not handle things like this. At least they will not just wander around the morgue building without any trouble."

Wang Jingzhe scratched his nose, nodded and said, "It's really different, but I don't mean anything else, don't worry."

"Don't worry, I can still see whether a person is good or bad. You have no bad intentions."

"Haha, then I thank you for your praise. I will come to you for a drink when I have time." Wang Jingzhe waved his hand and left.

Uncle Li stretched his neck and said, "I have time every night, so you don't have to be polite."

Wang Jingzhe glanced at the morgue building. The inside and outside the building were still the same. Except for the faint layer of yin energy floating outside, there was still nothing unusual.
Chapter completed!