Chapter 80

"Did you sleep?"

"No."

"Didn't you ask me to sleep with you?"

"Can't sleep."

"Oh."

"How long have you lived?"

"It's been 200 years, but I've been lying in the coffin most of the time. In fact, I've been living outside for less than 20 years."

"What do you think of your boss?"

"Not so good. I'm very angry."

"I feel the same way."

"Did he scold you today?"

"I did it wrong."

"Oh."

"In fact, I've always been curious about what kind of person the boss and the one you often say is?"

"What kind of person?"

"Well."

"Let's put it this way. If he changed his position with your boss yesterday, he would kill the puppet without waiting for me. He wouldn't be afraid to expose anything, let alone ask me to meddle."

"Oh, so." Bai Yingying pondered for a while and said, "such a person will not live long?"

Tang poetry is silent.

"In fact, the boss has many shortcomings, and sometimes he is not man enough. He is also considerate in doing things. After doing it, he has been worrying about it in his heart. But in general, it is good that everyone has a different life and naturally has a different personality.

He likes to be cautious, just like a squirrel. He likes to move things home, enjoy this accumulated feeling, and protect this feeling, because he came out of the orphanage before. Originally, he had nothing. "

"Can you understand him?"

"It's hard to understand, but to be honest, I don't want to turn myself into what you are now. I like to play mobile phones, games, movies every day, enjoy my life now, and make up for the regret of lying in the coffin for 200 years. The boss can still connive and satisfy me in this regard."

"Is it interesting to live a life without pursuit and waves?"

"Not everyone yearns for waves and passion. Everyone should also have their own way of life, as long as they like it.

Speaking from the bottom of my heart, sometimes I can see the boss himself holding back, and I'm also worried that the boss can't help becoming the same person as you said. "

"Afraid?"

"Afraid."

"What are you afraid of and what need to be afraid of when you have died once? He doesn't suit my taste. He looks very gentle, but he is still full of self-interest thoughts of little male chauvinism. He only considers himself. To put it bluntly, he is selfish."

"Is the boss okay?"

"Don't you agree?"

"I don't agree. I know my wife must have said to dispose of me when she handed me over to the boss after she went to hell, but the boss hasn't done so.

Moreover, I also know that because I'm in the store, there will be fewer ghosts coming to the store, and the boss didn't drive me away. "

"That's because he used you as a pillow. He wants to sleep well at night."

"Isn't it good for a person who is willing to give up performance for the sake of sleep quality?"

Wen Yan,

Tang Shi was stunned for a moment,

I don't know how,

The figure who likes to sit in the sun at the door of the Ming store with a chair in his mind,

The sun shines on him,

Like a grandpa.

………………

No matter what, the problem of faceless women has been solved for the time being. Now we just need to wait for the final result from Chengdu.

Of course, this matter can wait, but there is no way to wait for the move. Xu Qinglang has found a new address, which is near the South Street in the center of Tongcheng city. It is the business center in the hearts of the old Tongcheng City, and the traffic is very high.

Zhou Ze received an invitation yesterday to attend Miss Liu's mourning meeting. Zhou Ze didn't know why he invited himself, and he didn't plan to go, but Xu Qinglang strongly requested Zhou Ze to go after seeing the signature, because the shop he liked was Miss Liu's property.

It seems a little wrong to discuss business with his family at their funeral, but Zhou Ze agreed with the principle of saving as much as possible.

After taking the car and following the address on the invitation, Zhou Ze found that this was not the funeral home he was going to, but a villa built in the countryside.

At this time, it is the season when rape flowers are in full bloom. This villa is hidden in the sea of flowers, giving people a very cold feeling.

Not many people came, and fourorfive cars stopped at the door.

When Zhou Ze got out of the car and walked in, he saw Cui Yilang and several other people from the horror story lovers association standing in the courtyard. They stood together and chatted in a low voice.

No one greeted Zhou Ze, and no one came to receive the gift money. A few groups of people were there, like an outing.

The appearance of this house looks no different from the three-story folk house built by oneself in the countryside near Tongcheng, but after walking in, I found that it is completely imitation of the decoration style of Western Europe.

Up to the beam, down to the tea table and cup, people seem to walk into the background of the British drama in a trance.

The music sounded at this time, not the common "sad music", but Chopin's "farewell waltz". Although it said goodbye, the melody was much lighter than the domestic sad music.

Several women in black came down from upstairs. This is the owner's house.

A priest like man walked to the center with a Bible in his hand.

Everyone also gathered to share their sadness.

Zhou Ze poured a cup of coffee at the nearby self-service counter and sipped it.

Domestic funeral customs have been reformed and even subverted several times in modern times, and burial has long been banned in most areas.

To do funerals in rural areas is to set up a shed in front of their own courtyard. In cities, some are to do it in their own community or simply go to the funeral home to rent a venue.

Zhou Ze also met this western funeral for the first time.

Zhou Ze remembers someone who once said that in some western countries, there are "funeral workshops" for many families, and the first floor of their house is also used for normal life. At the same time, it is also rented as the site of mourning, as well as corpse collection, corpse art and other services.

Now look here, it seems that it is the same style, but in China, most people still can't accept it.

When it comes to the process of looking at the remains, everyone lined up one by one. If you feel better, you can hold the lid of the coffin and talk. If you feel worse, go over and sigh and pretend.

When it was Zhou Ze's turn, Zhou Ze glanced into the coffin and found that Miss Liu was neatly dressed and lying inside, dressed in a black dress. She really seemed to be asleep.

To Zhou Ze's surprise, Miss Liu fell from the upstairs in front of her. No matter how you use words to decorate it, there is no way to cover up the fact that she died in a terrible condition, but Miss Liu's remains appear to be very delicate and have a very good recovery.

This can't help but make Zhou Ze think of the embalmer who made up for himself with an eyebrow pencil and a very impatient posture when he died. He didn't enjoy such treatment.

It's unfair that the dead can't make bad comments.

At the end of the memorial service, everyone went to the side hall for dinner in the form of a buffet, but they didn't eat much. It was nothing more than some cakes and sausage. It just served as a cushion for afternoon tea, and it was impossible for you to have a big meal here.

Zhou Ze poured himself a glass of wine, drank some, and then walked out of the side hall. He planned to talk to Miss Liu's previous family about the rental of the shop.

Xu Qinglang said that he would contract it for a year first, and then Zhou Ze would pay him the rent monthly. This is also because Zhou Ze can't get so much money at one breath. Zhou Ze also has to repay his kindness. If you can help us talk about the price, let's talk about it.

Just looking around, Zhou Ze didn't find the family member wearing black gauze who appeared before. Instead, he saw the priest standing at the entrance of the stairs smoking.

When Zhou Ze walked over, the priest also handed Zhou Ze a cigarette.

Two men stood together, smoking cigarettes.

The priest is not a foreigner, but also a Chinese. He is about thirty years old and has a tender face.

There was no communication. After smoking, the priest walked away. Zhou Ze snuffed out his cigarette end and happened to see that there seemed to be a staircase leading to the bottom under the stairs.

It should be the basement.

Ordinary Chinese families generally don't have the habit of making basements. Out of curiosity about this place, Zhou Ze walked down and saw the elevator inside. Beside the elevator, there was a metal door.

The door was open. I pushed the door open and walked in. I suddenly felt that the temperature had dropped a lot.

In front of Zhou Ze, there are two steel plate beds and a freezer, similar to the style of the hospital morgue, but with some other equipment.

It gives people a feeling that this is a slaughterhouse.

Walking to the steel plate bed, Zhou Ze reached out and touched it. Here, it should be lying dead. Miss Liu should have been lying here before to receive her last beauty.

Here is the beauty salon of the dead.

"Sir, this place is not open to the public."

A young man in a gray suit stood at the door and said.

Zhou Ze nodded apologetically. He was abrupt.

"Have we met somewhere?" Zhou Ze asked, because he thought the man looked familiar.

"Maybe. This is my business card. Of course, we don't want you to have the opportunity to use the phone on it."

The young man handed Zhou Ze a business card,

The name of "Chen Zesheng" is written on the business card, and the remark is the curator of Tongcheng western style funeral home.

"Is business good?" Zhou Ze asked.

For a long time, it was others who asked Zhou Ze "how is business?" now Zhou Ze finally found a chance to ask others.

Of course, Zhou Ze also knows that when others ask themselves "is business good", they actually think:

This brat actually opened a broken bookstore in this broken place. It's only when business is good that he sees the ghost!

"It's a little lonely. After all, not many people accept this funeral custom in China." Chen Zesheng said with a wry smile.

"Well."

Zhou Ze is comfortable after asking.

"By the way, the family members of the deceased are on the second floor." Chen Zesheng reminded.

"OK, thank you."

Zhou Ze left the basement.

However, when Zhou zegang just walked up the stairs, his hand holding the business card suddenly shook, and he looked down at the name on the business card again:

Chen Zesheng.

be like,

The one who died with Miss Liu the next day,

Also surnamed Chen?

…………

Closed the metal door,

The young man in suit and shoes was lying on the steel plate bed,

He reached out and gently rubbed his right face. His skin was wrinkled and cracked, and there were green shaping potions flowing out.

He shook his head,

Sighed:

"As soon as I died, the two undertakers in my family began to be lazy,

If this goes on, what will the business do? "