"Are you asleep?"

"without."

"Didn't you ask me to sleep with you?"

"Can't sleep."

"oh."

"How long have you lived?"

"It's been two hundred years, but I've been lying in a coffin most of the time. Actually, if you calculate it, the time I've been living outside is less than twenty years."

"What do you think of your boss?"

"It's not that good. I'm very angry."

"I think so too."

"Did he scold you today?"

"I did something wrong."

"oh."

"Actually, I have always been curious, what kind of person is the boss and the person you often talk about?"

"What kind of person?"

"Um."

"Let's put it this way, if he and your boss changed places about what happened yesterday, he would have killed the puppet himself without waiting for me to take action. He would not be afraid of exposing anything, and he would not come up to ask me for meddling in my business."

"Oh, that's it." Bai Yingying pondered for a while and said, "People like this can't live long, right?"

Tang poetry is silent.

"Actually, the boss has many shortcomings. Sometimes he is not manly enough. He is also hesitant about doing things, and he always cares about them after doing them. But in general, it is actually okay. Everyone has a different life.

Naturally, everyone has a different personality.

He likes to be cautious, like a squirrel, he likes to move things home, enjoys this feeling of accumulation, and protects this feeling, because he used to come out of an orphanage, and originally he had nothing.

"

"Can you understand him?"

"I can't say I understand, but to be honest, I don't want to become like you now. I like to play with my mobile phone, play games, watch movies every day, enjoy my current life, and make up for the fact that I was lying in a coffin before.

Despite the two hundred years of shortcomings in my life, my boss is still able to indulge and satisfy me in this regard."

"Isn't it interesting to pursue a life without any troubles?"

"Not everyone yearns for waves and passion. Everyone should have their own lifestyle, as long as they like it.

To tell the truth, sometimes I can see the boss himself enduring it, and I am also very worried that the boss can't help it and becomes the same person as you said."

"Scared?"

"I'm afraid."

"Having already died once, what should I be afraid of? What else should I be afraid of? He is not to my taste. He looks very peaceful and gentle, but deep down he is still full of chauvinistic self-interest. He only thinks about himself.

To put it bluntly, it’s selfish.”

"Boss, are you okay?"

"You don't agree?"

"I don't agree. I know that my wife must have said that she wanted to get rid of me when she handed me over to my boss after she went to hell, but my boss never did so.

Moreover, I also know that because I am in the store, there will be far fewer ghosts coming to the store, and the boss has not chased me away."

"That's because he uses you as a pillow. He wants to sleep peacefully at night."

"Isn't it good for a person who is willing to give up performance for the sake of sleep quality?"

Hearing the words,

Tang Shi was stunned for a moment,

I don’t know why,

The figure who likes to sit in front of the store and bask in the sun with a chair comes to mind.

The sun shines on him,

Like an old grandpa.

………………

No matter what, the problem of the faceless woman has been solved for the time being at least. Now we just need to wait and wait for the final results from Chengdu.

Of course, this matter can wait, but there is no way to wait for the moving matter. Xu Qinglang has found a new address, which is near South Street in the center of Tongcheng City. It is regarded as the business center in the hearts of old Tongcheng people.

Traffic is high.

Zhou Ze received an invitation yesterday to attend Miss Liu's condolence meeting. Zhou Ze didn't know why he was invited. He didn't plan to go, but after Xu Qinglang saw the signature, he strongly asked Zhou Ze

He had to go, because the shop he was interested in belonged to Miss Liu's family.

It seemed a little wrong to discuss business with his family at his funeral, but in line with the principle of saving money when he can, Zhou Ze still agreed.

Taking the car to the address on the invitation, Zhou Ze discovered that this was not a funeral parlor, but a villa in the countryside, built among fields.

At this time, it is the season when rapeseed flowers are in full bloom. This villa is nestled in the sea of ​​flowers, giving people a very cool feeling.

Not many people came, and there were only four or five cars parked at the door.

When Zhou Ze got off the car and walked in, he saw Cui Yilang and several other people from the Horror Story Lovers Association standing in the courtyard. They stood together and chatted in low voices.

No one greeted Zhou Ze, and no one came to collect gifts. There were only a few scattered groups of people there, as if they were on an outing.

From the outside, this house looks no different from the three-story house built by oneself in the countryside near Tongcheng, but when you walk in, you find that the interior is completely imitated in a Western European decoration style.

Going up to the rafters and down to the coffee table and teacups, it makes people feel as if they have stepped into the background of a British drama.

The music sounded at this time, and it was not the common "elegy", but Chopin's "Farewell Waltz". Although it was about farewell, the tune was much lighter than the domestic mourning music.

Several women in black veils came down from upstairs. This is the owner's house.

A man who looked like a priest walked to the center holding a Bible.

Everyone also gathered here to share their sorrow.

Zhou Ze poured a cup of coffee at the self-service counter next to him and took a sip.

Domestic funeral customs have been reformed and subverted several times in modern times, and burials have been banned in most areas for a long time.

In rural areas, funerals are held in a shed in front of one's own yard. In cities, some people hold funerals in their own communities or simply go to a funeral parlor to rent a venue.

This was the first time Zhou Ze encountered such a Western-style funeral.

Zhou Ze remembered hearing someone say before that there are many family "funeral workshops" in some Western countries. The first floor of his house is used for normal life and is also rented out as a site for mourning meetings. It also provides services such as corpse collection and corpse art.

.

Looking at it now, it seems that this style is followed, but in China, most people still can't accept it.

When it comes time to pay respects to the remains, everyone lines up and goes over one by one. Those who are more emotional can hold the coffin lid and talk. Those who are less emotional can just walk over and sigh to show off.

When it was Zhou Ze's turn, Zhou Ze took a look inside the coffin and found Miss Liu lying neatly inside, wearing a black dress, as if she really seemed to be asleep.

What surprised Zhou Ze was that Miss Liu fell from the building in front of him. No matter how you use words to modify it, you can't hide the fact that she died in such a tragic way, but Miss Liu's remains look very...

It is exquisite and the restoration is very good.

This couldn't help but remind Zhou Ze of the embalmer who was impatiently applying makeup to him with an eyebrow pencil when he died. He had never enjoyed such treatment.

It's really unfair that the dead can't leave negative reviews.

After the viewing was over, everyone went to the side hall to eat in the form of a buffet, but there wasn't much to eat. They were just some pastries and grilled sausages. They just served as a snack for afternoon tea, and they couldn't satisfy you.

Have a feast and drink here.

Zhou Ze poured himself a glass of wine, drank some, and then walked out of the side hall. He planned to talk to Miss Liu's previous family members about the rental of the shop.

Xu Qinglang said that he would rent the house for a year first, and then Zhou Ze would pay him monthly rent. This was also because Zhou Ze couldn't afford so much money at once, so Zhou Ze had to reciprocate, and he could help talk to him.

Let’s talk about the price.

After just searching around, Zhou Ze couldn't find the family member wearing a black veil who had appeared earlier. Instead, he saw the priest standing at the top of the stairs smoking a cigarette.

When Zhou Ze walked over, the priest also handed Zhou Ze a cigarette.

Two men stood together and smoked cigarettes.

The priest is not a foreigner, but also a Chinese. He is about thirty years old and somewhat tender-faced.

There was no exchange of words. After smoking, the priest walked away. Zhou Ze put out the cigarette butt and happened to see that there seemed to be a staircase leading down below the stairs.

It should be the basement.

Ordinary Chinese families generally do not have the habit of making basements. Out of curiosity about this place, Zhou Ze walked down and saw the elevator inside. Next to the elevator, there was a metal door.

The door was open. I pushed it open and walked in. I suddenly felt that the temperature had dropped a lot.

In front of Zhou Ze, there were two steel beds and a freezer, similar to the style of a hospital morgue, but with some additional equipment.

It gives people the feeling that this is a slaughterhouse.

Walking to the steel bed, Zhou Ze stretched out his hand and touched it. This is where the dead should be lying, and Miss Liu should also be lying here to receive the last beauty treatment in her life.

This is a beauty salon for the dead.

"Sir, this place is not open to the public."

A young man in a gray suit stood at the door and said.

Zhou Ze nodded apologetically, he was the one who was abrupt.

"Have we met somewhere?" Zhou Ze asked, because he felt that the man looked familiar.

"Maybe, this is my business card. Of course, we don't want you to have the opportunity to use the phone number on it."

The young man handed Zhou Ze a business card,

The name "Chen Zesheng" was written on the business card, and the remark was that he was the director of Tongcheng Western-style Funeral Parlor.

"How is business?" Zhou Ze asked.

For a long time, others have come to ask Zhou Ze "How is business?" Now Zhou Ze finally found the opportunity to ask others.

Of course, Zhou Ze also knows that when others ask him "Is the business good?" he is actually thinking:

This guy actually opened a shabby bookstore in this shabby place and the business is so good!

"It's a bit deserted. After all, not many people in China accept this kind of funeral custom." Chen Zesheng said with a wry smile.

"Um."

After Zhou Ze finished asking, he felt comfortable.

"By the way, the family members of the deceased are on the second floor." Chen Zesheng reminded.

"Okay, thank you."

Zhou Ze left the basement.

However, when Zhou Ze just walked up the stairs, the hand holding the business card suddenly shook, and he lowered his head again and glanced at the name on the business card:

Chen Zesheng.

like,

The one who accompanied Miss Liu to die for love the next day,

Also named Chen?

…………

Closed the metal door,

The young man in suits and ties lay on the steel bed,

He stretched out his hand and gently rubbed his right face. The skin was wrinkled and cracked, and there was green shaping liquid flowing out of it.

He shook his head,

Sighed:

"As soon as I died, the two undertakers at home started to be lazy.
Chapter completed!