The funeral director was so frightened that he couldn't hold his cell phone steady and immediately dropped it to the ground.
I smiled and acquiesced to the curator's question.
When I walked up to the curator, he didn't know it. It wasn't until I put my hand on his shoulder that the curator realized what I was doing.
"Don't be nervous, I won't eat you." I comforted.
"You won't eat me, but you will beat me to death!" the curator said nervously.
I can feel the curator's body trembling.
In fact, I'm also wondering, am I so scary?
I have been silent in prison for five years. Although I am still famous, these people who have only half a foot in the circle will not be scared like this, right?
"You must have heard the content of the phone call between me and others just now, curator, right?"
"Listen...listen...no no no! I didn't hear anything."
"Hey! Don't be modest. Just hear it. I told you I won't do anything to you."
"But...five years ago, you disabled my master's hands..."
When the curator said this, I was stunned on the spot.
"Who is your master?" I asked curiously.
"The Feng Shui master of Baotian Pavilion, Yu Jian." The curator replied tremblingly.
I remembered, Yu Jian.
Isn't this what I mentioned to Zhou Hao before, that there was a Feng Shui master who cut off my business, and later I had his hands mutilated in public. I didn't expect that the current director of the funeral home was actually Yu Jian's apprentice.
The world is so small!
I didn't expect to meet Yu Jian's apprentice here.
"How is your master doing lately? Are you still doing the Feng Shui business?" I started chatting with the curator.
"Since you lost both hands five years ago, my master has amputated them... Although he taught me some basic Feng Shui knowledge, he originally wanted me to take over the Feng Shui shop of Baotian Pavilion, but I think I can't sustain it with my own Feng Shui book.
I couldn't afford Baotian Pavilion, so I changed my career to invest in a funeral parlor." The director answered me seriously.
In fact, I am very vague about whether I broke Yu Jian's hands back then.
I heard about Yu Jian again today, and I didn't expect that he actually had his leg amputated.
But I don't have sympathy. On the contrary, I feel that I deserve it.
I had arranged all kinds of feng shui for my employer's house, but Yu Jian insisted on sabotaging it and almost caused the informant's body to mutilate. If I hadn't handled it in time, I might have killed a few people.
I broke Yu Jian's hands out of respect for my seniors. If it were left to the Taoist higher-ups, Yu Jian would not have the good life now. At the very least, his body and soul would suffer several times the torture.
However, when I appeared in front of the curator, he could supposedly be regarded as the "enemy who killed my father", but I didn't see that the curator had any anger towards me. On the contrary, he was very afraid that I would do something to him, just like back then.
Yu Jian, if you don't die, you will be disabled.
The director and I chatted wordlessly, and finally walked into the funeral hall of the funeral home.
"After talking for so long, should you tell me what things Li Cong stored here?" I asked.
"Brother Xiao, I don't quite understand what you are talking about. Master Li is my partner. He is also in the business of dead people, and his Feng Shui company is not far from my funeral home. If you think Master Li and I have violated the law,
Brother Xiao, I’m free to deal with your behavior as you please. When the time comes, let alone amputating my hand, I don’t have any objection if you want to kill me.” The curator said to me with a serious look on his face.
I looked up at the curator and looked at him for a few seconds.
The curator was sweating under my gaze. Perhaps he didn't dare to look at me anymore. He took out a cigarette and handed it to me, and lit it for me respectfully.
"Look at my memory. I even forgot to introduce myself. This is my business card. Brother Xiao, please accept it!"
I took a look at the curator's business card and realized that this guy's name was Chen Fu.
"Director Chen, please take me to the morgue of the funeral home."
"No problem, Brother Xiao, if you ask, I promise to do it!"
So, Chen Fu took me to the morgue.
After bypassing the mourning hall and coming to the backyard, a three-story building came into view.
There is an open area in the middle of the first floor, where carts for placing corpses are placed.
Following Chen Fu to the end of the corridor, a large solid iron door was locked. This was the most taboo place in the funeral home, the morgue.
Chen Fu opened the door, and I put on a mask and stepped in.
Most of the remains stored in the morgue were from abnormal deaths.
The morgue is nothing more than a large icehouse, and the temperature inside has reached about minus 20 to 30 degrees Celsius.
"Brother Xiao, please wear a cotton coat. It's too cold inside and I'm afraid you'll catch a cold." Chen Fu reminded.
"No, the cold won't kill me." I waved my hand and refused.
In a place like the morgue, it is no exaggeration to say that I have become immune to the temperature inside.
Although I am a Feng Shui master, I often come into contact with dead people.
Whether it is the morgue of the funeral home or the morgue of the hospital, I often visit it.
As long as you don't stay in there for too long, you'll be fine.
I casually opened a morgue, and inside there was a body wrapped in a body bag.
Then, I opened the zipper of the body bag, and a pair of pale white faces stared at me.
I had already prepared myself mentally and was not frightened by the corpse.
This corpse has more than a dozen stitches on part of its head. It can be seen that the seamer did not want to do too many steps on the corpse. The position of the stitches is very random. If you apply a little force, the stitches will come off immediately, and then the corpse will
The head will be torn apart.
"The owner of that corpse was a gangster when he was alive. He was chopped dozens of times with a hatchet just because he owed others thousands of dollars. What you see now is that the head injury is just the tip of the iceberg. His body was already damaged by that time.
It was broken down and it was horrible to look at.”
"The murderer was later sentenced to death, and the police said that if no one claimed the body, the body would be cremated and buried in a mass grave in the cemetery."
I looked back at Chen Fu, and he immediately stood up straight and explained.
"Brother Xiao, don't get me wrong. I'm not explaining your experience in prison. I'm just explaining to you the origin of the corpse. After all, you know that the corpses in the morgue are unclaimed. I have about thirty bodies here.
There are corpses of both men and women, old and young, which is particularly troublesome."
I ignored Chen Fu, but zipped up the body bag again, and pushed the morgue back.
In the next few minutes, I rummaged through several morgue cabinets, but I didn't get the results I wanted. Instead, I saw some corpses that looked like they were dead.
Not scared, but a bit disgusting.
"Dong dong dong..."
Suddenly, there was a knocking sound from a morgue.
I immediately locked the B07 morgue and concluded that the sound came from here.
"Brother Xiao! Don't open it! That corpse is the most special one. The deceased was a woman. She was defiled before her death and then committed suicide by cutting her wrists. You should understand what I mean, right?"
Seeing Chen Fu's nervous and scared look, I didn't think so.
My purpose is not to avenge these ownerless souls, but since I encounter them, I will do it for a while.
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