"Hello?" The boy asked again politely when he saw Su Bai not replying.

"Hello, this is a coffin shop." Su Bai took a deep breath and said to the little boy with a smile.

"Well, can you make urns here?" the little boy whispered: "My mother has passed away, and I want to prepare an urn for her."

"Yes, you can choose the style." Su Bai paused, then nodded, took out the picture album from under the table, and handed it to the other party.

"Thank you." The little boy said to Su Bai, walked into the coffin shop, and then carefully selected it in the picture album.

"This is the type. My mother likes phoenixes." After picking for a while, he pointed to the pattern with two phoenixes and said to Su Bai.

"Yes." Su Bai nodded and then asked: "What kind of wood do you want? My mahogany includes small-leafed red sandalwood, large-leafed red sandalwood, red rosewood, ebony, green sandalwood, and some cork wood, such as golden nanmu and gloomy golden nanmu."

He picked up the previous picture album, pointed to some urns on it, and introduced the wood on it.

"Just this, my mother likes red ones." The little boy pointed to the rosewood and said to Su Bai.

"This 500 yuan needs to be paid first, and come here to get it in a few days." Su Bai nodded and said to the little boy.

He gave Zhao Kongqing 350 one before because he knew him, but he didn't know why the little boy in front of him had no good feelings in his heart.

Even if the other person looks very good, he is very cute.

Hearing him say this, the little boy did not bargain, and took out five hundred yuan from his pocket and handed it to Su Bai.

Su Bai's face froze slightly as he watched him hand over the money, but he returned to normal in an instant.

"What's wrong?" The little boy seemed to notice something wrong with Su Bai and asked with concern.

"Nothing." Su Bai shook his head and took over the five hundred yuan.

"Is that?" the little boy smiled gently, and the corners of his mouth bent slightly.

He looks fair and harmless, but when he bent the corners of his mouth, he didn't know why, but he looked a little hideous and terrifying.

It's like...a wax figure is laughing.

"Yeah." Su Bai didn't seem to see the little boy's smile, and said lightly, then said: "I will make this urn as soon as possible. Come and get it the day after tomorrow."

"Then thank you brother." The little boy's smile was restrained and he said obediently.

After saying that, he turned around and left the coffin shop.

After he went out, Su Bai walked to the table and continued to write the papers, as if nothing had happened just now.

At the same time, at the door of the coffin shop, the little boy was staring at him without blinking.

Ten minutes.

Twenty minutes.

Thirty minutes.

Forty minutes.

Fifty minutes.

...

The two maintain a strange balance.

It was not until an hour later that the little boy laughed and showed a mouthful of yellow and black teeth.

As he smiled, his eyes narrowed into a slit, and his whole body looked weird and terrifying.

Because of his smile, a piece of skin fell off his face.

The skin was crystal clear and brilliant, and looked extremely magnificent in the sun.

The boy seemed to sense it too, so he stretched out his hand, tore off the skin on his face, and then put it in his mouth and chewed it.

Then he turned around and walked towards the nearby apartment building.

As he left, Su Bai's body relaxed suddenly, and then a trace of sweat covered the clothes and soaked them.

He turned his head and looked at the door, frowning tightly.

The boy was so weird just now. One is that as soon as this boy came in, he felt an extremely dangerous feeling.

Moreover, the boy's hands were very abnormal.

Generally speaking, the skin of ordinary boys has relatively tender skin. Even if they are playful and rough, it is very different from adults.

However, Su Bai just looked at the boy's hand and felt more like he saw the hand of a thirty or forty-year-old adult.

The vicissitudes of time cannot be imitated at all.

Moreover, what made Su Bai even more scared was that his perception told him that the little boy stared at him for an hour.

Just now, he revealed a little flaw when he was talking to the other party.

But the other party was very concerned about this flaw.

"This is a very cautious person and a very dangerous person." Su Bai was very afraid of the little boy just now.

This person is probably also a resurrection person, even more terrifying than Zhu Yingying and Peng Nianci.

Meticulous and extremely patient.

Then, Su Bai suddenly remembered something, could the murderer who killed such a girl be this person?

The same meticulous mind may also be a resurrection person.

Thinking of this, his face immediately changed.

If so, why is this person coming here?

Zhao Mingshan!!!

Thinking of this, Su Bai's face suddenly lost its blood color, and he got up and ran out of the coffin shop, and ran towards the apartment behind.

...

Zhao Mingshan sat in the empty park, tears falling from her eyes.

There are no people in the park. This park was built next to the River Rio, which is relatively remote.

She has been here often after her parents died.

Because of this, she can obtain some time and space that belongs to her.

In fact, Zhao Mingshan knew that she should not interfere with her brother's decisions, because her brother's ideas were much more mature than her.

However, she didn't know why, but she always felt that her brother was getting farther and farther away.

The last time I felt this way was when my parents passed away.

But the second time she encountered such a thing, she was still very powerless and unable to resist.

"Sister, why are you crying?" Just as Zhao Mingshan was crying, a little boy's voice came from the side.

When Zhao Mingshan heard the sound, she saw a little boy with fair face standing not far from him, looking at her curiously.

Seeing this, she quickly wiped her tears. She found that she had just thought that things were too devoted and did not find anyone coming.

"Why are you here? Where are your parents?" Zhao Mingshan looked at the little boy, but found that there was no one else next to the little boy.

When the little boy heard her ask, he looked sad: "Sister, my mother is gone. Can you help me find my mother?"

Zhao Mingshan hesitated when she heard him, but looked at the other party's sad expression and softly said in her heart: "Okay, I'll take you to find your mother."

"Thank you sister." The little boy said obediently, then looked at Zhao Mingshan with some confusion: "By the way, sister, were you crying just now? Can't you find your mother?"

When Zhao Mingshan heard his words, she felt a little sad. She couldn't find her mother now, and she didn't have any more father.
Chapter completed!