After seeing off Chen Huaming, Director Ma invited Master Wang to the office, poured him a glass of water himself and said: "Master Wang, I didn't believe you last time, but today it's an eye-opener! You don't know, Mr. Cheng just

After unzipping the zipper, Chen Xiaoling's body suddenly sat up and laughed loudly! He laughed twice, and for some unknown reason, he lay down again. It was really scary!" He sat back in the swivel chair and sat down again.

Said: "However, after all, Mr. Cheng is a man who has seen strong winds and bluster. Even under such circumstances, he did not forget to close the drawer!"

Master Wang put down the water glass and just followed along, but he made up his mind that no matter what the curator said, he would never put makeup on Chen Xiaoling for burial!

Sure enough, Director Ma changed the subject and said: "Master Wang, you are the master of the restaurant. I can only discuss this kind of matter with you. You see..."

Master Wang smiled bitterly and said: "Director Ma, please don't come to me for this matter. My whole family is counting on me. If something happens to me, the whole family will hang themselves."

Director Ma still smiled and said: "I know that, but if you help me, I will give you a monthly salary increase of 200 yuan, and I will also be responsible for arranging a job for your wife. What do you think?"

Master Wang was stunned. This temptation was too great for him. He hesitated. Director Ma put another 40,000 yuan on the table in front of him and said, "I heard that my child has been admitted to college? This 40,000 yuan,

Please pay your tuition first."

Master Wang stood up quickly: "This, you are too polite! Okay, I will think about it!"

After coming out of the horse racing director's office, Master Wang felt his steps light up as he touched the heavy money in his pocket. But when he thought about what he had promised, his happiness disappeared! What he actually wanted in his heart was to find that person.

The so-called corpse painter came to attend Chen Xiaoling's funeral, but how to find one? Just now, he was so hot-headed that he agreed in a daze, but now, if he couldn't find a corpse painter, could he really do it himself? The more he thought about it, the more he thought.

He was so anxious that he couldn't even finish dinner. His son Wang Xiaoxiao was on the phone with his classmates. Master Wang accidentally or unintentionally heard his son mention searching for information on the Internet, and suddenly an idea flashed in his mind. When his son hung up the phone,

He dragged his son to an Internet cafe.

Wang Xiaoxiao sat in front of the computer, opened an IE and entered the address of Google: "Okay, what do you want to check?"

Master Wang said: "The corpse painter"

"What?" Wang Xiaoxiao looked at his father aside, horror novel?

Master Wang said: "Check first and see what you can find out."

Wang Xiaoxiao shrugged and typed in the three characters "Corpse Painter" as he was told. The results of the search were varied, but most of them were taken out of context and of no use. After turning 9 pages, Wang Xiaoxiao became impatient, so

He gave his seat to his father and said, "Just read page by page. Click on any link that interests you. I'll go to the bookstore next to you and call me if you need anything."

Master Wang thought it was good to do this, so as not to have to explain it to his son later. However, his computer skills were really limited, and he was not used to reading words on the computer, so he struggled for nearly an hour with no results. His son was probably in the bookstore.

After seeing a free book in the corner, he was a little disappointed. He rubbed his sore eyes and wanted to leave. Suddenly, his eyes were attracted by a link:

Jiutian Private Funeral Service Company provides services such as body make-up and plastic surgery, farewell ceremony preparation, cemetery burial escort, inscription writing and other services... "Painting corpses, painting skins and drawing souls into bones" is the essence of corpse painting passed down from generation to generation...

Master Wang looked at the three words "Corpse Painter" and felt his heart skip a beat. He quickly clicked on the link. What opened was a personal homepage, and the name of the homepage was "Corpse Painter". Under the page was "Service Introduction"

There are five columns including "Charging Standards", "Introduction to the Corpse Painter", "Anecdotes", "Burial Traditions" and "Contact Information". Master Wang read it in one breath and couldn't help but stroke his cheek, heaved a sigh of relief and sat back on the chair.

Up. This is exactly what he is looking for! The corpse painter! Now he is saved!

According to the contact information on the website, Master Wang found the so-called corpse painter - Meng Jiu. Meng Jiu rented an office in a high-end office building in the city center and hired six young people as assistants. As soon as he entered the office, he was met by

It's a gold plaque with the words "Corpse Painter" written on it. Below it is a majestic ink landscape painting. Judging from the inscription, it should be Kunlun Mountain. Going further inside is a corridor with some photos of the memorial service hung on both sides.

If you look closely, you can see that there are quite a few famous people inside. At the end of the corridor is the office. In front of it is an altar with a portrait of an unknown person. The walls of the office are covered with police flags. On the left side of the door is the reception desk, a

After listening to Master Wang's purpose with a smile, the male staff member in his 20s led him to the reception room on the right side of the office, where there were sofas and tea. The more Master Wang looked at him, the more he felt towards this Meng Jiu.

I admire him so much that I can't help but feel a sense of trust. I wish I could invite him to the funeral parlor right away!

He sat on the sofa and randomly picked up a book called "The Study of the Soul" to read.

Modern science has put forward a hypothesis: the souls of the dead are the brain waves remaining in the human brain. Resentment is the bioelectricity left on the corpse and in the souls due to the strong spiritual magnetic field. When the wavelength of the souls matches the radio waves in the living brain,

Living people can see ghosts and produce various illusions created by the dead souls. But usually the dead souls and people are in different spaces. Although there are also cases of accidental crossing, most dead souls need guidance to return to our space, such as relatives.

Brain waves emitted by longing, and resentment are also an effective guiding light. When the mental magnetic field and bioelectricity remaining on the corpse capture the most suitable brain waves (the deceased's own is of course the most suitable), the process of raising the corpse will occur.

Phenomenon…….

Master Wang felt a surge of excitement in his heart, and this preface gave him a feeling of enlightenment. His fear of ghosts miraculously lessened.

Before he could take a closer look, a man in his early thirties walked in. The man was wearing a white robe, with a handsome and elegant face, and a look of confidence on his face. Master Wang stood up unconsciously, and the man took two quick steps to face Wang.

The master stretched out his hand and said: "My dear Meng Jiu, are you Mr. Wang Yimeng?"

Master Wang quickly agreed and shook hands with Meng Jiu. A word popped up in his mind: Immortal Wind and Taoist Bones.

After the two sat down, Meng Jiu coughed and said, "Xiao Zhao has already told me about Mr. Wang. Can you tell me again in detail?"

Master Wang nodded, and then narrated Zhang Qin's death, his guess, and what happened in the refrigerator room. After Master Wang finished speaking, Meng Jiu seemed a little angry and said: "The dead body opened its eyes, the mourning

Master, please stop. This is the teaching that our ancestors left to us in the funeral industry. We must not break it at will. That Zhang Qin is too bold!"

Master Wang kept nodding at the side, and Meng Jiu said again: "The matter has come to this, but you don't know what I can do for you?"

Master Wang hurriedly said: "Our funeral parlor would like to ask Master Meng to put makeup on the corpse for burial."

Meng Jiu exclaimed, "You still need to put on makeup?...Master Wang, do you know what a corpse painter is?"

Master Wang said: "I know, I know, my master once told me when I first entered the funeral parlor."

Meng Jiu nodded and said: "So, does your curator understand what I am going to do this time?"

Master Wang was stunned and said: "Does this... matter?"

Meng Jiu smiled slightly and said: "Of course it does matter! This is a regular funeral company, not a feudal superstition. If you believe it, there are ghosts, but if you don't believe it, there are none. Although the female corpse appeared abnormal due to the corpse makeup, as long as it is burned in time,

There won't be any more trouble if you poop. I don't want to cause trouble for myself."

Master Wang said: "Well, I haven't said hello to the curator yet, because I really didn't expect that there are still people painting corpses now. However, our curator also saw that the corpse had changed, and I think he has no reason not to believe it."

Meng Jiudao: "That's good, but just in case, please say hello to the curator first. By the way, bring the contract sample and charging standards to the curator. If there are no objections, choose a date and I will bring you

I carried my things and my assistant over there. I comforted the female corpse first, and then discussed the details of the memorial service and burial."

Master Wang agreed and took a bunch of documents from Meng Jiu. The previous receptionist Xiao Zhao came in again and explained various terms to Master Wang. Master Wang was stunned for a while, and he felt like a cloud was shrouding him.

In the end, I was still confused. I just understood the charging standard, which was really scary.

Master Wang took the pile of documents and explained it to Director Ma according to the script. Then he read the introduction of the corpse painter he got from Meng Jiu to Ma Detian, and also read some legends he heard from the master.

After talking about it, he finally recounted everything he heard from Xiao Zhao about Meng Jiu's deeds, which made Ma Detian feel chills on his back, and he confusedly agreed to let Meng Jiu paint the corpse.
Chapter completed!