Lao Song glared at me and turned to his cousin. [/ My cousin was also unambiguous and asked: "Didn't the funeral home say yesterday afternoon that someone was going to be buried? Wasn't it supposed to leave tomorrow? Why should I go there?

Just say it was burned last night?"

Lao Song said: "You still went over. I didn't go over this morning, so they called and said there was no need to go over and burned it. I was short four thousand yuan."

"How did the child die?" the cousin asked.

Old Song still looked angry: "I don't know, I didn't go there. You go and ask where it is." As he said that, he walked towards me, obviously trying to separate me from the coffin with his body. I went blank.

At first glance, isn't it just a coffin? In our country, coffins are sold as art collections. Coffins and coffins are associated with promotion and wealth. Those small coffins with red tassels, the better ones cost several

A hundred dollars.

When we first learned crafts, the teacher took us to see the making of that kind of coffin. But none of the coffins we saw were like this one. One end was very big. When viewed from the side, it looked like a blooming flower.

Those beautiful gold touches make this more like a work of art.

Seeing Lao Song's wary look, my cousin pulled me out and got in the car, then whispered: "There's something wrong with the coffin."

"Didn't you see it?"

My cousin rolled his eyes at me: "The thing drawn with gold lines can be understood at a glance. It's to suppress zombies."

Uh, I really didn’t see that it was a talisman. I thought it was a pattern. Uh, this is not the point, the point is the zombies! It seems that my cousin’s crammed study during this period has paid off, at least he can see it at a glance.

It's a charm to suppress zombies. But he probably only recognizes it. He can't draw it himself.

We analyzed it for a while in the car, and finally concluded that the little boy was bitten by a zombie, so he was in such a hurry to be cremated. As a Taoist priest of the funeral home's cooperative project, Lao Song must know about this. Even if he is a businessman

No matter how inexperienced you are, you should know that those who are bitten to death by zombies must be burned immediately.

So since the little boy has been burned and there is no need for the coffin, then who will the coffin be given to?

When I was eating in the evening, I was still thinking about this matter. When I was feeding the baby, it suddenly occurred to me, and I shouted: "It doesn't mean that the blood of a boy with a pure Yin destiny or a girl with a pure Yang destiny can revive zombies.

Can the zombies be controlled? We always thought that the zombies were the golden coffins in the school. Maybe there are others? If there are, Lao Song must know. That's why he prepared the coffin."

My brother looked at me and said for a long time: "It's so fake. Are you going to watch Lin Zhengying's movie?"

"That's right, it must be like this. Brother, eat quickly. After we finish eating, we will go to the mortuary of the funeral home. For supernumerary workers in funeral homes like Lao Song, the best place to hide zombies is the morgue."

The cousin bit his chopsticks and said, "I think it's fake too."

"Go and have a look."

Just like that, after having dinner, giving the baby a bath, and watching the baby sleep, my cousin, my brother, and I went together. I didn’t want my brother to go, but he couldn’t worry about us, so we went together anyway.

The funeral parlor is a scary place during the day, but it is even scarier at night. Maybe it’s because I made a major discovery, and I wanted to take a shot of chicken blood, but I didn’t even feel scared. My cousin was much weaker, and huddled behind me, lowering his head.

He said: "Sister, let's find a way to see it at dawn. Why do we have to do it at night?"

My brother also said: "Yeah, at worst, we can ask my cousin to come and give the leader of the funeral home some money. We can have a good look together."

But I was so excited that I couldn’t sleep if I didn’t watch it tonight. I glared at the two men and said, “If you don’t go, I will! What are you afraid of? The morgue in the funeral parlor is full of freezers. Even if there are corpses, they are zombies.

It’s snowy.”

My cousin has been here several times, so he pointed to the road and slipped into the funeral parlor. You know, in a place like a funeral parlor, there is only one old man keeping vigil at night, and the staff will go back to the city to go home. Whose family would stay in the funeral parlor?

Next door. The old man heard from his cousin that the wine was good, so he drank half-drunk and fell asleep every night. Anyway, even thieves would not visit a place like a funeral parlor.

We slipped in smoothly and it was not a problem. It was much easier than the last time we entered the school.

When we arrived at the morgue, the door was locked. My cousin opened the door with a few clicks. Look, this is the strength of a person who had been in prison. Why didn't you find it before? I just wanted to go in, cousin

My brother grabbed me and said, "Wait a minute." I watched him put some grave soil next to the door to say hello to the things inside. Then he said to us, let us step through the door. I thought it was

What are the rules? After looking at it with a flashlight, I discovered that there was a red line one or two centimeters above the door, the kind commonly used by my cousin.

My cousin said that it was made by Lao Song to prevent the contents from coming out. Anyone who wants to be cremated here will have gone through salvation, otherwise it will be a mess.

After entering, I instinctively wanted to turn on the light, but my brother held my hand and said, "You want others to see and think this place is haunted."

In the center of the morgue are two beds, uh, for corpses to lie on.

On the left is the freezer. There are so many freezers. When I scanned them with my flashlight, there were always people inserting cards, uh, no, there was something like that.

Just as I was about to pull the freezer, my cousin said, "No, let's test it first. Don't startle others and let them rest."

My cousin took out a compass and turned on a flashlight. I looked at him like he was dancing a tango. After a while, he didn't come to any conclusion, so I asked: "Even if there are zombies, they are still in a state of snow. Compass

Will it react to the ice strips?"

"That's right." The cousin put away the compass, took out his bag, and took out a red stone. The stone was tied with a red rope and dropped. The cousin jumped on the bed and dropped the stone.

Then it shook and shook and threw it towards those cabinets.

There was a crisp sound. I asked him how he felt. He said that the stone was called the Soul Falling Stone. He made it by himself according to the pictures given by others on the Internet. He didn't know how powerful it was. It was finished.

He didn't know either. A zombie is a corpse that didn't take its last breath before dying. In that case, his soul is also locked in the body.

After all, there aren't many souls here. The soul-falling stone will be attracted by the soul and move towards the soul. Actually, this is not how the soul-falling stone is used. It is often placed on living people to calm the nerves and calm the soul.

.

It turns out that this Soul Falling Stone is just as unreliable as my cousin.

My cousin walked to the freezer and opened the compartment where the soul stone had hit. I was so nervous. Could it be a zombie? I was finally going to meet the zombie that had been legendary for a long time. I was so excited.

The three of us came closer. Under the flashlight, we saw that the snow strip was a female corpse. Wearing an ordinary shroud, my cousin muttered something and looked at her nails. The nails were clean and neat, and short. I couldn't tell.

It's zombies coming.

Well, we didn't look at her mouth, so we don't know if she has teeth. Who dares? Even if I get chicken blood, another ten-yang life, twenty-yang life, cheating to increase the blood, I wouldn't dare. And after all, it's

Snow strips. I guess I can’t even open my lips.

The cousin chuckled, closed the freezer, and said, "Let's do it again."

Dear friends, do you know what we see when we open another grid for the second time?

Damn, it’s just a piece of sausage and bacon! Why are the people at this funeral home so awesome? They use this place as their own refrigerator. This meat is thawed and cooked, who dares to eat it?

The cousin also murmured: "Meat has been with the corpse for a long time and is contaminated with yin energy. If you eat too much, you will get sick."

"I've eaten so much that I'm going to throw up just thinking about it," my brother said.

No one mentioned coming back for a third time. Because it turns out that things on the Internet cannot be fully trusted, and my cousin cannot be fully trusted, so he made the Soul Falling Stone according to the Internet, which is even less trustworthy.

We decided to return without success and go directly to Lao Song the next day.

My cousin asked me and my brother to grab some soybeans in our left hands. Starting from where we were standing, we took one step and threw one. He boasted that he would throw all the soybeans on the ground when he went out. He took out a handful of paper money and followed us.

We did as we were told. Anyway, we just told the ghosts here who were disturbed by us not to follow us across the red line or to find out what we wanted. It’s not difficult to throw a soybean after taking a step. When you go out and boast, you loosen your hand and the soybean clicks.

Big beads and small beads fell on the jade plate.

Then I saw my cousin standing in front of the red line in the door, holding paper money in his right hand, saying something, throwing it back without looking back, then striding out and closing the door behind him. Then "Boom ouch~"

My cousin slipped on the soybeans. I laughed heartlessly, and my brother hurriedly helped me. My cousin grinned and said, "Damn, I'm going home today to pack a sack of millet. You're still laughing! You didn't say you were coming.

of!"

I didn't dare to laugh. On the way home, everyone was silent. When we were almost home, my cousin said: "Tomorrow, ask Lao Song directly. If he can't explain the coffin, I will beat him until he does."

.”

My brother smiled and said: "It's not that serious. Someone would do such a thing, it must be for money. This is how society is. Go to your cousin, he is a loser and doesn't care about spending a few extra cents on you.

Ask him to pay that old Song an information fee, and he will know everything he keeps."

Look, my brother is still calm, experienced and capable of getting things done. Compared with my impulsiveness, my cousin is unreliable and prone to violence. My brother will definitely become a strong backing for our actions.

So, at noon the next day, when I, my cousin, and I went back to Lao Song’s shabby house, we saw a scene that surprised us. Damn, there is such a thing!!

It was around nine o'clock in the morning when we arrived at Lao Song's place. Because we were thinking about this matter, we got up early.

My cousin also came. I guess he called me. The plan of the two of them was that Lao Song must know something. The first trick was money temptation. If that didn't work, they would start a fight to see if he would say anything.

Why do I have such violent relatives?
Chapter completed!