However, the curator gets off work on time every day. It was already eight o'clock in the evening when I left yesterday. How did the curator know?
Also, how did he know I was here?
I didn't want to break up with him, but he got worse.
I also laughed: "Okay, Brother Liu, thank you for your trouble. The job of tipping off people is indeed quite hard."
Liu Shan's expression changed, and he obviously understood the meaning. He just snorted coldly, opened the door and left.
After he left, I suddenly felt really painful.
Damn, 200 yuan, a quarter of my salary is gone!
Seeing this posture, I hurriedly said goodbye to Chen Jiayan. It was working time now, and it was easy for Liu Shan to catch her.
When the time comes, if you read another book from me, it will be more of a loss than a gain.
In the industry of corpse-carrying workers, one does not deal with dead people every day and gathers together to chat in their free time.
In order to keep my job now, I can only work harder than others.
I was wiping with linen cloth in the condolence hall, when a big hand suddenly patted me.
I looked back and saw a middle-aged old man standing behind me.
This man was wearing a dirty tunic suit and camouflage pants, with hair like a henhouse, and a snakeskin bag in his hand.
It's not that I'm delicate, but there was indeed a rancid smell that penetrated my nose.
He nodded to me with a silly smile on his face: "Man, let me ask you about someone."
I put the linen down and wiped the water from my hands: "Who?"
"Chen Jiayan, do you know her?"
"Who are you?"
"I'm his father."
This person has a mouth with a Qilu dialect, and I always feel that I can't connect with Chen Jiayan.
I guess he came from out of town to see his daughter, right?
I put the linen away and pointed outside: "Let's go, I'll take you there."
When I arrived at the dressing room, I pushed the door open and said, "Here, she's right here."
Chen Jiayan just raised her head, and our three pairs of eyes looked at each other.
"You guys are chatting, I'm leaving."
When father and daughter meet, it is always inappropriate for me, an outsider, to be here.
But the moment I went out, I suddenly saw Chen Jiayan's hands shaking, and the panic in her eyes was visible to the naked eye...
I hesitated and walked out, but I squatted under the wall.
The look they looked at each other just now was definitely not that of father and daughter.
Sure enough, just a few minutes after I came out, there was a sudden quarrel in the room, mixed with the sound of banging objects.
I listened for a while and then rushed in.
It was a big deal to get in. The old man was grabbing Chen Jiayan's hair and trying to hit her on the iron bed.
I rushed forward with a few quick steps and gave the old man a hard shove with my shoulder, pushing the old man to the wall.
"Child, it's none of your business, get out!"
At this time, the old man's face was no longer honest, and the ferocious look on his face even made his facial features a little distorted.
I was not polite and pointed to the chimney outside: "You really don't know where this place is? Do you believe I can cremate you?"
I elbowed Chen Jiayan: "Who are you?"
Chen Jiayan huddled behind me and whispered: "My, my dad."
"ah?"
If the father educated the girl, this would be understandable, but the old man just wanted to hit her to death!
"Call the police!"
After saying that, I pointed at the old man opposite and shouted: "I tell you, I don't care who you are, it's against the law if you hit someone!"
Chen Jiayan gently tugged at the corner of my clothes: "Please keep your voice down."
I turned around and asked, "Did you call the police?"
Her head almost turned into a rattle, and she grabbed my arm with a hint of pleading: "You can't report it! Don't call the police!"
