"Master, please stop here."

The taxi driver listened to this polite voice and his eyes subconsciously focused on the front mirror.

Following the light from the mirror, the driver glanced at the pale-faced young man sitting in the back seat, and felt a little uneasy for no reason.

"This is really strange," the driver thought to himself, "I've been driving a taxi for more than ten years, and I've seen a lot of strange customers, but this one... is really the first time I've seen one."

This was the first time he had carried a passenger who almost felt like a "corpse".

A face so pale that it seems completely bloodless, slightly stiff movements, and a faint sound like phlegm stuck in the throat.

These creepy little details piled together make it impossible for the driver to drive with peace of mind, and the veins on his hands holding the steering wheel are bulging.

And what a coincidence, the guest's destination was a funeral home...

If the customer had not booked the car online using an app and had not been able to chat about ordinary topics after getting in the car, the driver would have probably kicked open the door and ran away.

"Dead people probably can't use online payment and ride-hailing apps..." the driver hypnotized himself.

Bai Ling, who was sitting in the car, could probably understand what the master was thinking.

He looked down at his white shirt and scarf. "Although I didn't choose black clothes to avoid obvious color difference, the paleness of the corpse can still be felt."

However, there is nothing we can do about it.

In order to prevent others from noticing anything, he had covered himself tightly in this hot summer, but some parts of his body were inevitably left uncovered.

The only good thing is that the driver did not call the police immediately. So far, he can still lie safely in the taxi instead of lying sideways in the morgue or laboratory...

After taking a look at the sign of "Xiping Funeral Home", Bai Ling sighed and opened the car door.

Soon after he got off the car, the driver turned the car around at the speed of light, turning it around gracefully like an AE86 drifting around a corner, and drove it on a small road as if it were a rally race.

Looking at the dust rising all over the sky, Bai Ling's mouth twitched slightly.

Shaking his head, he turned around and stepped into the "Xiping Funeral Home".

The funeral home is not too big, but the environment is generally excellent. There are several areas such as the incinerator and the guest reception room. Except for a few rooms, the other areas are open-air, and the public toilet is in the innermost area.

This funeral home is similar to most of the ones in the country. At least the facilities are quite complete. It’s just that there are too few staff. Even when Bai Ling walked in from the main entrance, no one came out to ask if there was an appointment.

After taking a look at the open-air area of ​​the museum, Bai Ling glanced at his phone and put it in his pocket.

The gatekeeper was an old man who was sitting upright in a chair, his eyes slightly narrowed, listening to the radio leisurely.

After being covered by the shadow, the old man raised his eyes: "What kind of business do you want to do... What the hell?!"

The old man who was humming the previous second suddenly jumped up the next second and looked at Bai Ling in disbelief.

As an old man who has worked in a funeral home for many years, this was the first time he felt that the guy in front of him was not a human being, but a walking corpse!

After taking a look at the expression on the old man's face, Bai Ling decided to explain a little.

He pointed to his face: "Albino."

You are kidding!

The old man, who had many years of experience working in a funeral home, wanted to roll his eyes at Bai Ling. How could he not tell the difference between a corpse and an albinos?! But no matter what, the guy in front of him could speak.

So the old man sat back in his chair again: "What's the matter?"

Bai Ling: "It's like this, I'm Miss Lin's friend, she left something at the interview meeting two days ago, so I brought it to her."

As he spoke, Bai Ling mentioned something in his hand.

After taking a look at the handbag, the old man immediately believed it halfway. In addition, the "Miss Lin" had indeed attended a talk show a few days ago, and the young man seemed very familiar with her, so the old man nodded and said, "Oh, she is Xiao Lin's friend. She is working now. You can turn left and wait for her there for a while..."

After getting the answer, Bai Ling quickly thanked the old man. After the old man waved his hand, he immediately picked up the bag and walked to the workplace of "Ms. Lin".

Standing at the door, Bai Ling ignored the "Stop" sign at the door and went straight in.

It was a little dark inside the door, but there was still some light, and I could barely see a figure bending over, fiddling with something covered with a white cloth.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, the figure said without even looking up: "Sorry, I'm working here, please wait outside the door first..."

Leaning against the door frame, Bai Ling smiled inside: "If I were you, I should stop what I'm doing right now."

As he spoke, he pointed to a body covered with a white cloth in the room and said, "That thing will wake up in a while. If you continue to work now, you will most likely be attacked."

After hearing these words, the figure who was bending over to work stopped what he was doing.

Looking up, the dim light shone on the worker's face, rendering her delicate face even more hazy. However, under this orange light, her expression was as cold as ice, her eyes were indifferent and empty, and even made people feel a little out of focus.

She is the target of Bailing's trip - "undertaker" Lin Ju.

At the same time, she is also a famous makeup artist in the future.

Just from the name, it seems that this makeup artist is closely related to the funeral industry.

After all, it is a coffin.

But to be more precise, she should be the makeup artist who emerged more than a year later and began to do makeup for the male and female protagonists in many film and television works!

Of course, at present, this future facial care expert is merely working as a funeral director in the "Xiping Funeral Home", burying the dead.

At this moment, the future makeup expert still has no idea about her future. In fact, she is more concerned about the young man in front of her who looks a little strange: "What are you talking about?"

Lin Ju's tone was cold and stiff: "If you are joking, then please get out immediately. This is a funeral home, please maintain the necessary courtesy and silence."

It's really as cold as what's recorded in the diary.

Thinking this in his heart, Bai Ling smiled and said, "Calm down Miss Lin, I came here because I want to talk to you about something. Oh, by the way."

Bai Ling pointed to the side of Lin Jue's work desk and said, "Please pay attention to the phone on your desk. It will fall down in five seconds. You don't seem to have applied the tempered glass yet? Replacing the screen is very troublesome."

Hmm? What is this guy talking about? Lin Ju frowned and said, "Excuse me, sir, please stop making such boring jokes..."

However, the sentence was not finished yet.

The next second, the dull sound of an object falling to the ground echoed throughout the room.

Lin Ju, who was still talking a moment ago, narrowed his eyes slightly when he heard the source of the sound.

She glanced back at her work desk.

Or to be more precise, looking at the mobile phone that fell beside the corner of the table.