In most ordinary people's ideas, funeral homes are not so comfortable.

Not only because it is the resting place for the dead, or for reasons such as burning smoke coming out of the chimney or filled with spirit cards.

The key is that it exists as a facility for storing remains.

At this point, the funeral home is much more frightening than the mausoleum. After all, the latter is just a jar of ashes, and at most a black and white photo is posted on the tombstone - the former is a cold and stiff corpse.

Funeral home in the western suburbs of the city.

The surrounding scenery is desolate, and several shanty towns are scattered among the farmland. Behind the crematorium is the largest cemetery in Pingling City, surrounded by woods and expensive.

Drive into the funeral home park, pass a road hundreds of meters long, and park into the parking lot.

As evening approaches, things in the distance are already dormant in the darkness, blurred.

This is also the reason why Yang Chunxue admits to his conscience without saying a word.

It's okay to go to the morgue during the day, but to go to the night... She suspected that Lu Li was going to go fishing and enforce the law.

Several convoys were parked in front of the circular square, with white flowers hanging on the rearview mirror, and faint crying came from the hall.

Lu Li found the communication room and made his own demands to the staff.

"Sorry, I want to confirm my identity here. Are you..." asked politely by the middle-aged man in the communication room.

"Deputy Captain of the Criminal Investigation Detachment, Lu Li."

"Oh OK, wait a moment." The man picked up the phone and waited for a while to call: "Hey, Officer Wang, I am Xiao Zhang of the funeral home. Now there is a deputy captain of the Criminal Investigation Detachment coming to me to check some things... OK, I'll ask."

"Your name is Lu Li, right?" He asked Lu Li with his microphone. After receiving the answer, he took the microphone to his ear: "You are called Lu Li, yes, Officer Wang, please help me ask."

When the microphone was silent for dozens of seconds and the atmosphere was a little awkward, the voice finally rang out: "I asked, the captain said that there was this person and he was going to go to the morgue to check something. You can cooperate with him."

"Okay, understand."

After hanging up the phone, the middle-aged man walked out of the communication room with a smile on his face: "Captain Lu, come with me."

He walked in front to lead the way, took off his midfielder and said, "Ahu, Ahu, come to the communication room to see the laid-off work. A detective came to the city. I will take him to the morgue to take a look."

【This is over.】

Following the middle-aged man into the funeral home, the crying suddenly magnified. The mixed howling of men, women, old and young echoed, making people feel numb.

Going forward from the corridor, through the farewell hall where distress is constantly crowded with family members, through the dead, gloomy and red light, through the warehouse of paper people with white faces and white teeth, Lu Li followed the man to the deepest part of the funeral home.

In front of a thick silver iron door, the middle-aged man stopped: "Wait a moment, I'll get the key."

"Take the information form for the morgue corpse," Lu Li said.

"Then you can wait a moment."

The middle-aged man hurriedly left and left Lu Li alone outside the morgue door.

Lu Li's face was as calm as before. Three minutes later, the middle-aged man trotted back.

Lu Li took the information table and looked down.

He found Liu Xiaoyan, District 6, Cabinet D in the record on July 10.

Just four weeks ago.

With a finger tapping on the name, Lu Li asked the middle-aged man who was facing away from him and opening the door: "Do you have an impression of this person named Liu Xiaoyan?"

Click—

With a small sound, the metal door opened a gap.

The middle-aged man did not expand the crack in the door and smiled bitterly: "To be honest, our funeral home sends many bodies every day, and it is more than dozens or hundreds less. Some are burned, and some are left without claiming it. I really can't remember..."

"Open it, you close the door after I go in and stay outside."

"...Are you okay alone?" the middle-aged man asked tentatively.

"As a policeman, I will not see fewer bodies than you." said Lu Li, a fake policeman.

The middle-aged man nodded and pulled open the heavy metal door hard.

Squeak squeak—

The door behind the palm was slowly opened, and white mist seemed to spread out of the morgue, and a cold and cold air came to my face.

There is air conditioning and yin energy.

It's normal. If it's not haunted in the morgue, it's haunted.

When Lu Li walked into the morgue, he suddenly noticed something and listened intently.

The crying sounds of near and near echoed in the cold and silent morgue.

More than ten seconds later, Lu Li turned his head and said to the middle-aged man at the door: "Please notify the family members who heard farewell to cry less."

"This...is not very good..." The middle-aged man looked embarrassed.

"Then forget it, close the door."

The middle-aged man responded and retreated the door back to the distance, but it was not locked.

All sounds were blocked from the outside world, leaving only the clean, cold and silence in the morgue.

The freezers with chills were neatly placed against the wall.

Lu Li walked through rows of morgues and approached Area D.

Click—

When I walked past a morgue, the sound of the machine came from behind.

Buzz —

The pale incandescent lamp above his head suddenly flickered, flickering light and dark.

Lu Li turned his head and looked back, and saw an external wrench of the morgue in an open state.

squeak—ah—

With the slow sound of teeth, the cabinet door slowly opened, revealing a gradually enlarged slit bit by bit...

when--

A palm suddenly pressed the door of the morgue and closed it.

Feeling the resistance on the other side of his palm, Lu Li narrowed his black eyes slightly, pushed away the holster and took out the Glock to aim it at the morgue.

"Quiet."

The resistance on the freezer door disappeared instantly.

Click—

The wrench rotates by itself, and a lock sound comes from the inside.

Lu Li put away his pistol, and his black eyes stayed on several freezers for a moment, no longer wasting time to walk to cabinet No. 6, District D.

Unscrew the wrench, pull out the hospital bed, and lift the white cloth.

A highly decayed female corpse with a tiny white color on the surface of her body emerged in front of her.

Lu Li had never seen Liu Xiaoyan, but the corpse in front of him was severely rotten, similar to Chen Rong, and it was almost confirmed.

Lu Li raised his palm and gently stroked Liu Xiaoyan's forehead.

The cold and biting touch was transmitted to the palm of the hand, and Lu Li maintained this position for a long time, ignoring it.

No blood-colored tentacles appeared.

Is it only the soul that has blood-colored tentacles?

Lu Li thought that Chen Rong was like this, so where would Liu Xiaoyan's soul be...?

Retrieve the hospital bed back to the morgue, and Lu Li walks to a morgue in two adjacent yards.

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Lu Li raised his hand and knocked: "Ask two questions. The first question is: Do you have any impression of the corpse in the morgue I just opened? The second question: If you have an impression, did she see her ghost when she was sent."

A few seconds passed, more than ten seconds passed, and half a minute later, the cold and slow voice came from the cabinet door.

“…no…no.”

There is no problem for each of the two.

"OK, thanks."

Lu Li thanked him and left the morgue without looking back.

Not long after leaving, there were whispers echoing in the morgue.
Chapter completed!