Chapter 42: Secrets can kill people

Boom...

Dong dong dong...

Suddenly, a dull voice suddenly sounded, and the three of them were shocked at the same time.

Faced with the unexpected situation, Tang Yan couldn't help but cover her mouth with her hands, her eyes widened in horror. Shen Feifei boldly shouted: "Who is it?"

Yin Hui's reaction was much faster than theirs. He stopped the two weaker girls behind him with a single turn. He quickly touched the inside of the wall with his left hand and turned on the switch. The entire workroom suddenly lit up.

Taking a closer look, the spotless dressing table was filled with various utensils. There were also some footprints on the ground, and there were some obvious water stains on the edges of the footprints. Seeing this scene, Yin Hui couldn't help but feel her heart skip a beat. Before she left, I have obviously put away all the debris, but now, why is it on the dressing table again?

"Who is it?" he bravely shouted.

"Look!" Tang Yan suddenly raised her hand and screamed, and Yin Hui's eyes immediately followed the direction of her finger.

I saw a skinny old man sitting in a corner of the dressing table with his back to them.

"Who are you?" Yin Hui shouted loudly, but his voice clearly lacked confidence. He thought it was the lingering Director Ma again.

"Boy, are you so brave?" At this time, the old man turned around. Yin Hui took a look and let out a long sigh of relief: "Master, why didn't you turn on the light when you came in? You were scared. Let’s jump.”

Old Zhaotou ignored Yin Hui's complaints and just murmured: "What were you doing just now?"

Yin Hui smiled: "Actually, it's nothing. It's just that such a big thing happened in the funeral home today, and the chefs are not at work, so we can only go outside to eat something casually."

Old Zhaotou agreed softly, then turned around and continued to pack the items on the table. Those items were all his personal belongings. When he got an old teapot, he looked at it blankly for a while, as if he was looking at an old man. Like a friend, his eyes are full of nostalgia.

Yin Hui faintly felt something strange about Old Zhaotou, and asked tentatively: "Master, are you leaving?"

Old Zhaotou looked back at Yin Hui. The old wrinkles suddenly piled up together, and there was a dark atmosphere under the dim light. Yin Hui was stunned. For a long time, Old Zhaotou actually revealed a strange and hard-to-understand expression. Smiling, he said in a hoarse voice: "Haha, I... will not leave here, even if I die!"

Yin Hui couldn't help but tremble, saying "death" from the mouth of an undertaker was so frightening.

Old Zhaotou then lit up a cigarette, Zhonghua, he had never smoked such a good cigarette, today was an exception, and his current behavior was as unpredictable.

When Old Zhaotou finished packing the items and wrapped them all in packages, he unexpectedly stopped and looked at Yin Hui quietly.

At this time, Yin Hui was chatting with two other people. After a busy day, he finally had some time to rest, and naturally showed a trace of his signature smile.

Lao Zhaotou called Yin Hui's name in a low voice, "Come with me, I have something to tell you."

The smile on Yin Hui's face froze. He could see that there was something extremely important hidden in Old Zhaotou's heart, so he stood up in a hurry, said hello to Tang Yan, and followed him to the corner behind the funeral parlor.

The location of the corner is a bit remote, few people usually come here, and a tall tree blocks the corner.

The dappled sunlight shines onto the ground from the gaps in the leaves, like the spots on a dead person's body, round and irregularly arranged together.

Lao Zhaotou slowly took out the cigarette from his coat pocket and handed one to Yin Hui. After they both lit it, they fell silent, as if mourning for the funeral parlor behind him.

After being silent for several minutes, Old Zhaotou suddenly said: "Yin Hui, be nice to Tang Yan in the future. She is a good girl. Don't miss it!"

Yin Hui was stunned, not expecting that Old Zhaotou would talk to him about this topic at all, so he stared at Old Zhaotou in confusion, but Old Zhaotou repeated what he just said again, and never said it again.

Yin Hui nodded as a response to Old Zhaotou, and then changed the subject: "Master, I want to hear about the case. This is the most important thing at the moment."

Old Zhao blinked his eyes twice: "I heard that you are very familiar with the female police officer who took the lead, right?"

Yin Hui shook his head: "We are acquaintances, we once met in the police station because of a misunderstanding."

Old Zhaotou was silent again, taking the last two puffs of his cigarette that were about to burn to the butt.

Yin Hui became a little anxious. He threw the cigarette butt between his fingers on the ground, stepped on it twice, and said hurriedly: "Master, I want to know the truth!"

However, Lao Zhaotou twisted his face and saw that there was no one around, then he looked at Yin Hui with relief: "Boy, if you still regard me as your master, you must not interfere in this matter. If you can leave,

Try to get out of here, this matter is far from as simple as you think!"

What Lao Zhaotou, the master of Maoshan, can say is not that simple, must be very elusive in the eyes of ordinary people.

The funeral parlor will probably be closed for renovations in two days, so leave as soon as you can!

This place is not suitable for you. And Tang Yan, take her with you.

Old Zhao finished smoking the cigarette, then threw the butt of the cigarette to the ground and stepped on it twice with his foot.

"Master, what's going on?" Yin Hui was worried.

"Secrets can kill!"

After saying that, Old Zhaotou ignored Yin Hui and just went straight back to the dressing room. He carried all the packed luggage on his shoulders, opened the dressing room door and strode away.
Chapter completed!