The school bell rang in the evening, and the students of Anton No. 1 Middle School crowded outside the school. Chu Xi, who was in the next class, originally wanted to go back to the "Civet Office" with Zhang Yuer and the others, but when he just walked out of the classroom, he saw The person who arrived was Li Xiaoqi. Looking at Li Xiaoqi with a smile on his face, Chu Xi blurted out subconsciously.
"Master, why are you here?"
Looking at Chu Xi who looked surprised, Li Xiaoqi said.
"This is not a women's room, why can't I come?"
"Besides, haven't you been clamoring for a mission?"
"I just have a mission tonight. I will take you to have a good time."
With Chu Xi's ardent expectations, Li Xiaoqi drove him directly to a crematorium. Through the windshield, he looked at the ancient archway-style entrance of the crematorium and the "Announcement" on the plaque at the top of the archway. "Dongshi Crematorium", Chu Xi looked at Li Xiaoqi and said excitedly.
"Master, is it my first mission to be exciting?"
Li Xiaoqi, who was holding a cigarette in his mouth, glanced at Chu Xi in the passenger seat and said with a smile.
"Why are you afraid~"
Regarding Li Xiaoqi's teasing, Chu Xi said nonchalantly.
"Now in this world, only Sister An Yun and Sister Sirou can make me feel the despair and fear of death."
The security guard sitting in the guard box saw someone driving to the crematorium. Then he saw with surprise that Li Xiaoqi and Chu Xi, who were wearing school uniforms, got out of the car. Usually at this time, even if someone came , they all came with their families and a large group of people. It was a bit strange that this young man came with a student. Before the security guard could ask, Li Xiaoqi explained.
"It's you, Director Li, who came to me to resolve the matter."
Hearing Li Xiaoqi's words, the security guard immediately thought that the various strange things that have happened in the crematorium during this period of time are just the Yin and Yang gentlemen who usually deal with these ghosts and gods. Shouldn't they be old men of seven or eighty years of immortality? , Li Xiaoqi and Chu Xi, the combination of a young man and a half-grown man, is a bit strange no matter how you look at it.
In order to ensure that nothing went wrong, the security guard still called Director Li. After getting Director Li's reply, the security guard was ready to let Li Xiaoqi go. However, at this time, Li Xiaoqi did not rush to leave, but closed the door. Behind the car door, he handed the security guard a cigarette and said familiarly. "Security brother, we master and apprentice are not in a hurry to go in. Please tell me specifically about the situation in this crematorium during this period."
"What Director Li said on the phone was not very clear."
The security guard took the cigarette and sighed heavily. After lighting the cigarette, the bitter smoke filled the small security booth. The security guard also talked about all kinds of weird things that had happened in the crematorium during this period. Horrible things.
Although, in a place like a crematorium that handles dead bodies all year round, no one would be surprised if something related to ghosts happens, and the staff in the crematorium occasionally encounter some supernatural events, but these They were all petty fights, such as crying in the morgue in the middle of the night, small tooth marks on the tributes, etc. Everyone didn’t take it seriously when they encountered it too many times, but until a week ago, a complete body with some The weird and strange male corpse was brought over, and everything in the crematorium started to become weird.
Under the suspicious gazes of Li Xiaoqi and Chu Xi, the security guard first asked Li Xiaoqi for another cigarette, and then continued, first of all, to be more precise, this strange male corpse was incomplete. He had lost his left side. Half of his head, his left hand and his entire right leg, but strangely, the mutilated body parts of the male corpse were all replaced by vermilion wood carvings. Half a wooden head, a wooden hand and a wooden leg made it even more disturbing. What sends a chill down one's spine is that these wooden sculptures are all made of several finger-thick nails nailed to the broken wounds on the male corpse. Judging from the blood spattered all over the body from the broken wounds on the male corpse, it seems as if he is still alive. When he was young, he was tortured into such a miserable state.
At this point, the security guard threw away the cigarette butt in his hand, asked Li Xiaoqi for another cigarette, and then continued, if a person experienced such cruel torture during his lifetime, his facial expression should also be fixed after death. It was distorted, but strangely, the expression of this male corpse was an extremely exaggerated smile. If you look carefully, the gums of the male corpse were even pulled and cracked because of this crazy laughter.
Although there is something fishy about this strange male corpse, after all, this is a crematorium, not a forensic autopsy room. The operators and staff here are only responsible for burning the corpse to ashes, and do not care whether they are How to die.
After the strange male corpse was sent to the incinerator, the stoker was playing with his mobile phone boredly as usual. Soon the unpleasant smell when the corpse was burned filled the entire incineration room. This talent The new stoker, who was less than four months old, spat in disgust, cursed "fuck" and continued to play with his mobile phone. But at this moment, from the incinerator behind him, there was a sudden sound like a wooden stick. The sound of knocking on the ground, the stoker only thought it was like the sound of wooden sticks hitting the ground. It was just the sound of the strange man's corpse with half a wooden head, hands and legs burning and exploding, but soon, A voice that seemed like nothing made him think less of it.
"Is this the respect you should treat the dead?"
The stoker who heard the sound turned around suddenly, but saw nothing. He breathed a sigh of relief and thought he had heard it wrong. But just when he was about to turn around, the cremator's The observation window was struck by something from the inside. Hearing the sound, the stoker looked forward, only to be surprised to see the wooden hand of a strange man's corpse hitting the observation window hard from the inside. Then the stoker's The screams spread throughout the crematorium.
When the few people who heard the sound came and ran here, they were horrified to find that the new stoker was lying dead on the ground, and his death condition was exactly the same as that of the strange male corpse. His body was mutilated. The parts of the body were all replaced by vermilion wood carvings, half a wooden head, a wooden hand and a wooden leg. What makes people even more chilly is that these wood carvings are all nailed to this place by several long nails as thick as one finger. There was a fracture wound on the stoker, and at this time, the stoker also had an extremely exaggerated smile on his face.
When he said this, the security guard asked Li Xiaoqi for another cigarette. He lit the cigarette and wanted to continue talking, but Li Xiaoqi stopped him. Then, after Li Xiaoqi quickly made a few fingerprints, he A palm was slapped on the security guard's forehead. Under Chu Xi's surprised gaze, the security guard who was as surprised as Chu Xi suddenly smiled as if he understood something after his body gradually became transparent, and then respectfully He bowed to Li Xiaoqi and disappeared into thin air. Before Chu Xi could say anything, Li Xiaoqi lit a cigarette and spoke.
"Sometimes, if people die too suddenly, or if they had deep obsessions during their lifetime, they will not realize that they are dead after they die."
"Also, with the security guard's smoking frequency, the only person who can avoid smoking himself to death, except for the one who has died and turned into a ghost, is your master and me."
Hearing Li Xiaoqi's words, Chu Xi subconsciously looked at the ground, only to see a pile of cigarette butts still emitting sparks.
