Chapter 2 002: Sweet text mode on

At 4:33 in the morning, six plastic surgeons spent nearly seven hours finally repairing the remains of the victims.

There is a street lamp outside the main entrance of the funeral hall. Under the lamp, someone borrows a ray of light to watch the dim corridor in the funeral hall.

"Lead."

It's Lao Feng. His real name is Feng Kang. He is one year older than Shang Ling Ling. He is a regular worker in the embassy. Shang Ling Ling is not, she is a contract worker.

She withdrew her gaze from a distance and called out: "Brother Feng."

"Why haven't you left yet?" Feng Kang shook the car key in his hand, "Let me give you a ride."

There was wind at night, which made the girl's voice sound a little hollow: "No," she declined, "I want to eat something before I go back."

Feng Kang waved his hand: "Okay, I'll leave first."

People in their line of work don't say goodbye to people.

Feng Kang's car drove away.

The business leader raised her head, and the moon in the sky fell into her eyes: It's so round, I want to take it off.

She dialed a number, and the number was saved with a dog head.

After a while, the phone was connected, and a low voice rang: "Hello."

It's a male voice, which means... it's a male dog.

On the other side of the street lamp is a green belt. The grass is emerald green, and the red-flowered eucalyptus has sprouted new buds. I don’t know what their name is. The little purple flowers poked their heads out and looked up at the moon. The petals were very bright.

The business leader leaned on the guardrail that separated the greenery, placed his fingers on it, and tapped lightly with his fingertips: "The bell has been ringing for ten seconds."

The dog head said: "I was taking a bath just now."

She responded lightly and good-naturedly: "Oh, really?"

Dog head: "..."

Anyway, it's very scary.

The call paused for more than ten seconds. The businessman was in no hurry to speak, and Goutou also fell silent.

The wind blew for a while, the clouds drifted, and a few dead leaves fell from the shrubs. The autumn atmosphere seemed to be changing, and the weather was about to change.

"If you want to commit yourself, what method should you use?" A clear voice sounded, and the tone was really nice, but no matter how nice the female voice came from the funeral parlor at night, it would still make people's hair stand on end, so they couldn't listen carefully, listen carefully.

There was also a faint sound of crying coming from a distance.

Dog Head: "A hero saves a beauty?"

Landing on the guardrail, the white and tender fingertips that were tapping unhurriedly suddenly stopped.

The hero saves the beauty...

she likes.

She thanked her sincerely: "Thank you."

The dog head cursed sincerely: "No, ancestor, don't thank me."

The next day, the temperature dropped.

It was raining before dawn, autumn rain and cold, which wetted the green shade and brought a cool breeze. This cool night sent away many deceased people.

Before eight o'clock, the business leaders came to work. The plastic surgery area only has one large office, and the team leader, Sister Zhou, is always the first one to arrive.

When the business leader hung up her bag, Sister Zhou asked her: "Didn't you work overtime yesterday? Why are you here so early?"

Less common.

The merchant collar is not a regular employee, but the curator values ​​her talents and is very relaxed with her. She has free working hours. She is usually asked to do difficult repairs, but she doesn't handle many ordinary makeup.

She replied: "Because the weather is nice."

Sister Zhou looked out the window: How is the weather? It seems like it’s going to rain heavily.

No special remains of abnormal deaths were delivered in the morning. The business leader was not very busy and only three deceased people were transformed. The farewell hall was too busy, so she and Sister Zhou were asked to go over and help with the arrangements.

There is a child crying on the roadside.

It must be that the child was naughty and played over the guardrail, and fell into the lawn outside the guardrail, crushing several small purple flowers.

The child was crying miserably and there was no parent in sight. The business leader walked over and asked the crying child: "Can you get up by yourself?"

She has always been very popular with children.

Without coaxing, the child stopped crying. He probably didn’t feel any pain from the fall. He hugged the guardrail and climbed up on his own. He stepped on the gap between the guardrail with his calves and kicked a few times. But his hands couldn’t reach it, so he opened his hands and acted coquettishly: “Sister.

hug."

In fact, you can get out of the green lawn by taking a few steps, but you will probably have to step on a lot of small purple flowers.

As soon as the business leader stretched out his hand, he was pushed away by the woman running over: "Your hands are dirty, don't touch my child!"

In this push, the woman used brute force.

The businessman's arm hit the stainless steel guardrail firmly. The horizontal tube of the guardrail was broken, and a sharp piece of iron protruded.

Her expression did not change and she explained calmly: "My hands are not dirty."

The woman said in a very bad tone: "You have touched a dead person."

The employees of the funeral home all wear uniforms, and different groups have different nameplates on their chests. The nameplate on the collar of the businessman says "Plastic Surgery Team".

Sister Zhou is usually good-tempered, but she couldn't stand it anymore: "How can you be so heartless? Your son fell down, and my colleague kindly went to help, but you don't even want to say thank you, but you are still talking nonsense here."

Ghosts don't speak, and those who speak ghosts are humans.

The woman picked up her son and glanced at the business leader: "Who wants her to help? It's bad luck."

It was simply unreasonable. Sister Zhou's face turned red with anger: "You——"

The business leader stepped forward to hold her and shook his head: "Forget it."

The woman carried the child and left. As she walked, she dusted the child's clothes as if they were stained with something dirty. She also recited several times, "The child is careless, don't blame me."

Are they ghosts?

Sister Zhou was speechless: "What age are we in, and there are still professional prejudices." She turned around and asked the business leader, "Are you hurt?"

She smiled: "It's okay."

The entrance to the wake hall.

Ms. Lu Changan was halfway through talking when she realized that her eldest son was distracted.

"Summon treasure."

Lu Changan treats his eldest son like a baby every time, so Jing Zhao can probably answer the call "Ten Sentences".

Jing Zhaoying: "Huh?"

"As long as your dad and I are here for the rest, you two should go back first."

Jing Hedong was very filial and asked someone to tell the time, and the cremation time was scheduled for ten o'clock in the morning. The old man had no relatives and friends, so no memorial service was held.

Ms. Lu Changan glanced at her middle child and warned: "Especially you, go back to class quickly."

Jing Jian has not yet graduated, and is studying business administration in Imperial City. He is a junior this year. Hwaseong and Imperial City are adjacent and only takes two hours to drive.

He stretched out his hand and said, "Give me some food money."

Yes, he is the poorest rich second generation,

I forgot to introduce, my mother, Ms. Lu, owns a thirty-three-story finely decorated building in the most prosperous residential area of ​​Huacheng. She is a veritable charterer.

The landlady taught him from an early age not to be arrogant or extravagant.

"Isn't this week's gift given?"

"I took a taxi and used it." It's quite expensive to waste game skins and four alts.

Lu Changan suddenly sighed: "Ah, the wind is so strong, my ears flashed."

Jing Jian: "..."

If it weren't for his face, he would have suspected that he had picked it up.

Ms. Lu, whose ears flashed, turned around and asked her eldest son: "Zhaobao, does the new car drive smoothly? Do you want mom to buy you another one?"

Jing Zhao said it went very smoothly.

Jing Jian: "..."

Jing Jian also asked Ms. Lu, since they are both sons, why are they so different?

Ms. Lu replied at the time: "Because I am a beauty addict."

So I blame him for being ugly. I blame him for looking like my mother.

In fact, he is not ugly. He bumped into an artist who is famous for his beauty, but the gender of the other person is female.

When he was sixteen years old, he became more rebellious and got a crew cut and a tattoo, and he behaved like a tough guy for a while. The tattoo is still there, on his shoulder. It is a dragon, half as long as an arm. It was quite popular at the time, but now it's almost unheard of. It's so vulgar and middle-of-the-road.
To be continued...