Funeral home thriller

After many hardships, Xiaoyun was finally admitted to the civil service.

However, before he could enjoy the joy of crossing the wooden bridge with thousands of troops, reality immediately played a big joke on him: the position he applied for had been topped by the son of a director. * * * The Personnel Bureau arranged for him to work in the funeral home for the purpose of so-called compensation.

"Really, so humorous?" Xiao Yun couldn't help smiling when he saw the appointment notice. "That's great. I want to be an official who can't be alive, but I am a dead man. "

Despite her reluctance, Xiaoyun obediently went to the funeral home to report for duty, for nothing but trying to become a member of the system.

Moreover, Xiaoyun didn't believe in ghosts and gods since he was a child, so he didn't complain even if he was assigned to the night shift on the first day.

"Xiao Yun, are you used to working the night shift on your first day?" Lao Yu, who was on duty with Xiao Yun, spit out one mouthful smoke and said unhurriedly.

"Not bad!" Xiaoyun said, "I just feel a little sleepy."

"If you are sleepy, you must wake up." Old Yu said, "Otherwise, if something happens, you won't be able to save you from Uncle Yu."

"Uncle Yu, what are you talking about?" Xiaoyun said, "What's so surprising about working in a funeral home? Will someone rob a funeral home in the middle of the night? Joke! "

"Robbery is not enough." Lao Yu said with a serious face: "The biggest surprise of working night shift in funeral parlour is that you may encounter ghosts anytime and anywhere!"

"Uncle Yu, don't joke with me." Xiaoyun said disdainfully, "There are no ghosts in this world. Wang Chong, an ancient man, said that when a man dies, his blood is exhausted, his essence is exhausted, he dies, his body decays and turns to dust. Why use them as ghosts? "

"Son, what you said is wrong." Lao Yu said solemnly, "There are many things in this world that cannot be explained by science, including ghosts."

"I won't tell you the truth." After a pause, Lao Yu continued, "I have worked in the funeral home for so many years, and I have encountered things related to ghosts more than once."

"Are you? I hope to hear more relevant information. "

"Take last month as an example." Lao Yu thought for a moment and said, "Last month, when I was working the night shift alone. One night, a motorcycle came to the door of the funeral home from the outside. Of course, for the purpose of work, I rushed out for the first time to see what happened. "

"After I went out, I found the motorcycle parked in a very dark place outside the entrance of the funeral home. There is a man and a woman sitting on the motorcycle. I don't know the man, the woman, I looked at it and felt that the back was a bit familiar, but for a while, I couldn't remember who it was. "

"The woman quickly got out of the car, handed the man a bill and disappeared into the vast darkness. After receiving the bill, the man immediately drove away on his motorcycle. "

"Obviously." Xiaoyun said, "The man is a motorcycle driver and the woman is a passenger."

"yes." Lao Yu nodded and said, "Seeing that a man and a woman didn't walk into the funeral home, my heart was naturally relaxed and I was about to go back to the office for a cigarette. But at this time, the motorcycle driver drove his motorcycle and came to my side. He said to me loudly, where was the female passenger just now? Call her out! "

"I don't understand, what are you talking about? What female passenger? "

"You don't give me! The motorcycle driver said angrily, I clearly saw the female passenger walk into your funeral home. If she's not inside, where else can she be? "

"I said, eldest brother, you are not mistaken. The female passenger didn't walk into the funeral home just now. "

"I'm not mistaken! The motorcycle driver said that after she gave me a bill, she walked into the funeral home! And this banknote is a mingbi! "

"The motorcycle driver said, and handed me a ten-yuan Mingbi. I looked down and my face changed, trying to remember the appearance of the female passenger just now. I thought for a long time and said to the motorcycle driver, eldest brother, is that female passenger you are carrying wearing a long hair shawl and a dark blue skirt? "

"yes! Yes! " Motorcycle driver nodded and said

"That's right. I said, walked back to the office, took out a photo and handed it to the motorcycle driver. The motorcycle driver looked at it and said repeatedly, yes! That's her! That's her! "

"Even if you are out of luck, eldest brother. I said, this female passenger was just caught by us in funeral home cremation this morning! "

"So, that motorcycle driver is carrying a female ghost?" Xiaoyun analyzed after listening.

"yes." Lao Yu nodded and said, "So, Xiao Yun, you should be careful when you work in the funeral home!" "

"We'll see!" Xiao Yun responded lightly.

Seeing Xiao Yun believe it or not, Lao Yu said to himself, "You will believe it one day." He didn't say this sentence, just sighed and went back to his seat to read.

Lao Yu's guess is not wrong. Xiaoyun still didn't believe his story after listening to it, and nothing happened in the following period of time, which made Xiaoyun more convinced that Lao Yu's story was full of lies.

One night, the day before Tomb-Sweeping Day, Xiaoyun was on the night shift as usual, and Lao Yu took a day off because he was going to the grave the next day, leaving Xiaoyun to work in such a big office.

"Great." Xiaoyun was very happy when he decided that he was the only one on duty that night. "Today, I can finally play games!" "

Xiaoyun recently fell in love with a mobile phone game called "cooking", and he never leaves his mobile phone when he sleeps and eats. He wanted to play during office hours, but he was too old to be so presumptuous. Now that he is old, he can't go to work, which is of course a golden opportunity for him.

"Is anyone there?" Xiaoyun was having a good time when there was a slight knock on the glass from the service window.

"Who is it?" Xiaoyun said angrily. He looked up and found two old people, a man and a woman, standing outside the service window. The man is fat, his hair is sparse, and the woman is on a black crutch.

"Two old people, what can I do for you so late?" Although disturbed to play games, Xiaoyun still knows that in the face of visitors, at least he should have a service attitude.

"We're here to make an appointment." The fat old man said, "We will come to the funeral home at nine o'clock tomorrow morning to pay homage to our son."

"Your son?"

"yes." The fat old man nodded and said, "After our son was in funeral home cremation, the ashes have been with you all the time, so every time in Tomb-Sweeping Day, we will come here to worship."

"This is no problem!" Xiaoyun said strangely, "Just come and worship at nine o'clock tomorrow. Do you need an appointment at this time? "

"It's like this." The fat old man explained, "Every time we worship, we have a grand ceremony and invite many relatives over, so we have to borrow your mourning hall every time." Your curator once told us that if you want to use the mourning hall, you must make an appointment first ... "

"Then I see." Xiaoyun didn't wait for the fat old man to finish, and immediately said, "You can go. Give me the appointment for the mourning hall! "

"Are you? Thank you so much, young man! " The fat old man said their son's name and left with his wife trembling.

As soon as the two old people left, Xiaoyun immediately wrote down the name of the fat old man's son in his work notebook and indicated the time, and then continued to play his game.

At noon the next day, Xiaoyun was sleeping in the dormitory. The curator suddenly called and said angrily, "What happened to Xiaoyun? Didn't you say that someone borrowed the mourning hall at nine in the morning? " Why didn't you see anyone at noon? "

"No way?" Xiaoyun hurried to the office after listening to the phone.

When he got to the office, he saw that besides the curator, Lao Yu was also present. He couldn't help but say curiously, "Uncle Yu, didn't you say you were going to the grave today? Why are you still in the office now? "

"Can I not come back when this happens?" Lao Yu said, "Xiao Yun, please tell me and the curator what happened last night."

"ok." Xiao yun should track, he adjusted the train of thought, quickly put last night's things simply said it again.

"Xiaoyun's words are not like lies." After hearing this, Lao Yu frowned and said to the curator, "Dragon's parents book the exhibition hall for us in advance every year before Tomb-Sweeping Day."

"So what's going on now?" The curator said, "Since they have an appointment, why didn't they come this morning?"

"Curator, I'm not finished yet?" Lao Yu smiled and said, "Yes, Long Yufei's parents will come early, but they never make a reservation at night."

"But I did meet them last night!" Xiao yun said with puzzle.

"It is not difficult to know the cause and effect of things." Lao Yu said, "We know the telephone numbers of the dragon relatives. Let's make a phone call and ask, and it will be clear. "

Lao Yu's proposal was approved by the curator. The curator immediately took out his mobile phone and called the relatives of Long.

In order to make Lao Yu and Xiao Yun understand, the curator specially turned on the speaker function of the mobile phone.

The phone was connected soon, and the curator asked, "Old Dragon! It's noon 12 o'clock, why don't you come to the funeral home to worship your nephew? "

"I'm sorry, curator." The other end of the phone replied, "We have some taboos this year and can't go to the funeral home to worship Xiao Fei."

"Really?" Xiaoyun couldn't help saying, "Since you have taboos, why did you send someone to the funeral home to book a mourning hall?"

"no! We didn't ask anyone to book a mourning hall at the funeral home at all? "

"Who said no?" Xiaoyun said loudly: "Last night, there were obviously two old people, a man and a woman. The man is very fat, his hair is sparse, and the woman is holding a black cane! "

There was a silence at the other end of the phone, and it took a long time to say, "Young man, are you really the two old people who went to the funeral home to book a mourning hall?"

"It's true!" Xiaoyun said simply.

"Then I tell you! Those two old people are Long Yufei's parents, who died only last month! "

"What?" Xiaoyun was surprised. What I saw last night was ... a ghost? ! "