"What corpse on the third floor?"

"At the end of the corridor, the single room's body."

Chen Fang thought about it in a daze, shook his head and said, "It took too long. Brother Wang, I have half of the bodies on the third floor were pulled by me. If I can't do it in a few days, I have to send it once. It's from more than twenty rooms. You suddenly asked me where I thought about it, which one was it?"

"Okay, okay, don't think about it, come with me." Wang Jingzhe pulled Chen Fang and walked into the morgue building. The two of them went up to the third floor and came to the end of the corridor.

Chen Fang looked at the coffin inside, then thought for a long time before slapping his forehead, and said, "I know, I remember it."

Wang Jingzhe said, "Did you remember it clearly?"

"If it were something else, I might not remember it, but I really have some impression of it. It must have been a month ago. Yes, I really drove back."

Wang Jingzhe said "Oh" and said, "Then tell me what's going on?"

Chen Fang rolled his eyes mysteriously and said, "Brother, is this the undercover mission? What is the code name for the action?"

Wang Jingzhe said helplessly: "I will reiterate with you again. I am a lonely soldier and I have no tasks in my battle. And you should stop thinking about it. It's okay, personal behavior has nothing to do with the organization."

Wang Jingzhe was really convinced by Chen Fang. There was no way. Now this guy is a little obsessed. He kept asking Wang Jingzhe whether you are from the Dragon Group or the Sword Team. Is the undercover agent in their funeral home organized and has a mission? No matter how Wang Jingzhe explained, the child with a stubborn mind would not believe it. He has been more honest these days because Wang Jingzhe did not do anything unusual. However, as soon as he inquired with Chen Fang, the other party immediately became excited, thinking that Wang Jingzhe was going to start driving his mysterious identity to investigate some strange incidents.

Children are good children, but their intestines are too straightforward and too dysfunctional. After eating, they start to pull along the rectum directly, and they will not turn at all.

Chen Fang said meaningfully: "I understand, understand, is there any confidentiality regulations? OK, I won't ask, but Brother Wang, I have a small request. If you need to help you when you act, please give priority to me. Is it okay? For example, I can be a driver for you, pay for meals or something."

Wang Jingzhe sighed sadly in you, then nodded earnestly and said, "You are willing to pay? OK, I am now officially recruiting you as my personal assistant deputy, you will be directly my leader and will not be responsible to anyone, but the conditions are only one, you have to listen to whatever I say."

Chen Fang's eyes suddenly shone, and he rubbed his hands excitedly and said, "As for orders, sir."

"Okay, let's start talking to me about the dead in the coffin." Wang Jingzhe had to beat the snake and stick with the stick when facing this despicable child. He explained that it was not possible, so he might as well just follow Chen Fang's hair.

Chen Fang recalled for a moment, and after thinking about it, he began to talk about the experience of picking up the corpse a month ago. In fact, Chen Fang also thought it was a bit strange, but Wang Jingzhe knew that it was not just a strange thing, but something was really a trick.

More than a month ago at noon, Chen Jianjian's canteen of the funeral home had just finished lunch when the convoy told him that he was coming to pick up the body when he was alive.

There is indeed a little difference between the north and the south. After someone died in the northern area, the shop selling wreaths and Mr. Yin and Yang came up directly, and then started a one-stop service, starting from organizing the appearance of the deceased in the hospital or home, wearing a shroud, putting the mouth and pressing the mouth and burning the bed end paper, people arranged it clearly for you, and then drove a half piece of the deceased to put the deceased into a coffin, then bringing it with paper burning tributes, driving to the funeral home, throwing money on the road, pressing yellow paper on the bridge, and people also explained it to you clearly until it was sent to the morgue to wait for cremation. This set of procedures does not require the family of the deceased to worry about, and it is completely systematic. If the person dies, such as suicide, car accident, accident, etc., you will also tell you how to deal with the aftermath, etc.

In the south, especially in big cities, it is not so comprehensive. It is just a funeral home to pick up the body. As for other aspects, you have to contact yourself. If it is in the countryside, it may be better. Most elderly people understand this aspect very well, and if it is in the city, they may be a little confused.

After receiving the letter, Chen Fang drove out in the black Grace hearse. The place he went was quite far away. He left the city and was about to go to the suburbs. Then he came to an old alley according to the address he left. This was an alley with the characteristics of the Shili Western Farm. The houses were particularly old. The earlier ones were built before the liberation, and the latest ones were also houses from the 1970s and 1980s. The aisles in the alley were narrow on one side with drainage ditches and sidewalks, and then they were filled with a faint and unpleasant smell. They were all screwed together wires and network cables. The living here were either foreign tenants or local elderly people. The environment was very unsatisfactory.

Chen Fang parked his car outside the alley and followed the two staff members in. The road inside the alley was complicated and there were several forks. They searched for a long time before they found the place. It was a red brick two-story building with an old-fashioned structure, with windows closed and crawling tigers on the walls. Two old ladies were sitting at the entrance of the building and chatting while raising beans. Not far away, there were a few children playing and making fun.

Chen Fang came to the old lady, lowered his head and asked, "Grandma, let me ask, which one is Huang Saifeng's house?"

A wife pointed upstairs and said, "Turn upstairs and turn left, the first room is the first one. Are you looking for her?"

"Ah, someone in her family has passed away. We are from the xx funeral home who came to pull the dead."

The two old ladies were stunned and obviously didn't react too much. One of them said, "That's not possible. Huang Saifeng lives here with her child. I watched her go out with her child this morning. Who died? Did you make a mistake?"

Chen Fang took out his cell phone in confusion, found the information recording the address, and handed it to the two of them to see. The house number is indeed here.

"She said her child died of illness," Chen Fang said with his head raised.

The old lady glared at him, shook her head and said, "You're so stupid. I saw her child lying on the windowsill basking in the sun at noon. How could he die?"

Chen Fang was stunned for a moment, and felt quite confused. The two old ladies obviously didn't seem to be lying when they looked at their expressions, but he also confirmed with Huang Saifeng that the child had indeed passed away, and the difference was obviously a bit too big.
Chapter completed!