After playing on the computer boredly for a while, I looked at the time and it was already one o'clock in the morning. I looked back at Blind Man Cao, who was still fast asleep.

When I turned my head to take a look at the data in Story Collection, a ringtone suddenly rang on my computer. When I took a closer look, it turned out to be a video sent by my childhood friend Mu Shuaijun.

"Eh? Why is this guy up late at night making a video call to me?"

I rubbed my chin suspiciously and hesitated for a moment before choosing to connect to the video. After all, I hadn’t contacted this guy for two or three months.

I moved the mouse and clicked to connect. When I saw the scene in the video, I couldn't help laughing.

"Pfft hahaha... Brother Jun, why do you always have a bald head? What? Are you planning to become a monk? Hahaha..."

"Get out of here! Even if you become a monk, I won't become a monk. By the way, where are you, bastard, now? Why didn't you say you contacted me? Did you forget about me?"

Mu Shuaijun's rough laughter and curses came from the video. When I heard such a friendly voice, my whole body relaxed for no reason. All worries, worries, fears, and fatigue disappeared at this moment.

I scratched my head and said with a flattering smile: "How could you not! You are closer than my brother! How dare I forget you, Brother Jun, why did you have time to chat with me? Didn't you go pick up girls?"

"Hey, I'm tired of picking up girls. Do you have time recently? Why don't you come back and play with me for a few days? I'm bored to death at home now." Mu Shuaijun touched his bald head and said with a smile.

I looked at Mu Shuaijun on the screen and frowned slightly. Although Mu Shuaijun was smiling, I caught a trace of imperceptible sadness in his eyes.

"What's wrong? Is there something wrong with you?"

"What can I do? It's just that I haven't played with you for a long time and I miss you. Are you really hoping that something will happen to me?"

Mu Shuaijun rolled his eyes and gave me the middle finger. Looking at his mean and standard posture, I couldn't help but feel relieved, but I still asked tentatively: "Are you sure you are okay? In my impression

You are not such a pretentious person."

"You're so pretentious, uncle, it's really okay."

"As long as it's okay, I don't have much time recently. I took seven or eight days off last month, and I've lost all my holidays this month. But you don't have to worry, the Chinese New Year will be in just over a month. I'll invite you to the Internet cafe when I get back.

How about staying up all night or playing karaoke for as long as you want?"

"It's a great relationship, hehe! It's agreed, you have to pay all the bills when the time comes."

"no problem!"

I made an OK gesture, and Mu Shuaijun touched his bald head and nodded with a smile. Mu Shuaijun and I chatted for nearly an hour before hanging up the video without wanting to finish.

I closed the computer and yawned. Just then, a horn sounded outside the funeral home. I knew it was coming.

"Hey! Master, wake up, wake up, come to life."

I walked to the chair and pushed Blind Cao. Unexpectedly, Blind Cao turned over and waved his hands, saying vaguely: "Go away, you are sleeping soundly! Don't bother me."

Seeing that he couldn't wake up Blind Cao, he sighed helplessly and had to open the door by himself. When I walked to the door of the guard room, I looked back and glanced at Blind Cao. Blind Cao was lying on his side between two chairs, snoring like thunder, and scratching his greasy fingers from time to time.

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I shook my head speechlessly. It was hard to imagine that this was a master hidden in the world. What made me even more puzzled was that this guy slept so well. How did he manage to sleep in his thirties?

, resulting in an appearance of forty or fifty years old.

"Little bastard, what's your mark on? I've been honking the horn for several minutes before you came over to open the door and wasted my time."

As soon as I opened the iron door, I heard the driver yelling impatiently. My friend was slightly startled and didn't respond because I saw an old lady with a blue face sitting in the passenger seat of the corpse truck.

Could it be a family member? Impossible. Generally, family members sit in the car and cannot sit in the passenger seat.

I shook my dizzy head, and when I looked at the co-pilot again, I suddenly found that the old lady had disappeared.

I quickly rubbed my eyes and took a closer look. The passenger seat was still empty and there was nothing. What was going on? Could it be that I drank too much and was dazzled?

The driver cursed and drove into the yard. When the corpse truck passed by me, I subconsciously glanced at the co-pilot. There was nothing there. It seemed that I was really dazzled.

The corpse truck stopped in the middle of the yard. The driver jumped out of the car, glanced at me and asked, "Why are you here alone again? Where is Blind Cao?"

"I drank some wine just now, and now I'm sleeping in the guard room!"

I raised my finger and pointed at the guard room. When the driver heard this, he cursed angrily: "Damn it! I spend all night running outside every day, and this damn blind man actually sleeps here. Damn it! It's so annoying that people are so different from each other."

When I heard the driver's complaint, I just looked at him sympathetically and didn't answer.

Night shift drivers are indeed hard-working, especially night shift drivers in funeral homes. Every day, the shrouding, lifting, and transporting of corpses are almost all done by the driver alone.

In this line of work, in addition to being brave and careful, one also has to endure loneliness, and the only people who accompany him late at night are all kinds of corpses.

Of course, the reason why I didn't talk to him was because the driver had a bad temper. He would fly into a rage if he said the slightest thing he didn't like, so I didn't want to get into trouble.

The driver cursed and walked to the back to open the door. A man and a woman jumped out of the car, about thirty years old.

The woman kept sobbing, and the man stood beside her and comforted her softly, with a very sad expression. Judging from their words and deeds, they should be a couple.

"Boy, why are you just standing there? Why don't you come over and help me?" the driver shouted to me as he moved the body of the deceased out of the car.
Chapter completed!