Director Wang vehemently denied it, saying, "No, that's impossible. No body was lost. You must have misheard."
Waaah, he's so unlucky. This happened only a year after the funeral home opened.
If the company goes bankrupt as a result, all the money invested will be lost, and they will lose everything.
We cannot admit it, absolutely not!
Director Wang's eyes darted around; he was clearly up to no good.
Xu Wenlong's eyes were bloodshot, and he almost wanted to strangle him. "You! Give me back my daughter's body, or I'll bring my men to raze this funeral home to the ground!"
Beside them, Ji Heng and Qian Fugui were stunned. These words sounded very familiar. It turned out that Brother Wenlong was a middle-aged domineering CEO.
The daughter's body mysteriously disappeared, and her ashes turned into plant ash.
They can understand Wenlong's feelings; the director of the funeral home should bear most of the responsibility.
Director Wang wiped the saliva off his face again and weakly advised, "Mr. Xu, calm down and let's talk this out."
"How can I be calm?" Xu Wenlong grabbed him by the collar with one hand. "If you don't tell the truth, let's go!!"
With the clothes choking him, Director Wang found it increasingly difficult to breathe. He opened his mouth, "Let go..."
Enraged, Xu Wenlong ignored his nonsense and dragged the man straight toward the gate.
Lin Xi blocked the two of them, saying, "Finding the body is the priority."
A cold voice reached his ears, and Xu Wenlong snapped back to reality. He dropped the man he was holding and couldn't help but cry, "Master, please help me find Yuanyuan..."
Lin Xi reassured her, "Don't worry, we'll find it soon."
She turned to look at Director Wang on the ground, "There's a faint gloomy aura above this funeral home. There must be ghosts haunting this place. Tell me honestly what happened."
One problem after another, Director Wang, still shaken, coughed, clutching his throat, "Cough cough, a ghost?"
He screamed, "That ghost?!"
No way, the bodies in the funeral home were taken away by ghosts?
Thinking about it carefully, the funeral home has been acting very strangely lately.
Director Wang shakily got to his feet, a hint of fear in his eyes. "Excuse me, who are you?"
Lin Xi didn't speak, but Qian Fugui and Ji Heng started a crosstalk performance, each taking turns saying a line.
"The master from the antique street is known to everyone, even ghosts. He is so famous that ghosts are afraid of him. He is known as the 'ghost killer' and the 'zombie nemesis'."
"Master Lin is a celestial being descended to earth; a single word can decide the fate of a world, a single sentence can determine life and death. Even dogs worship him..."
Lin Xi covered her face awkwardly, "Stop, stop, stop, let's get down to business."
Okay.
Qian Fugui and Ji Heng surrounded Director Wang from the left and right, their smiles extremely friendly.
"Kid, you'd better watch your step, or a ghost will come looking for you tonight, hehe!"
Director Wang was stunned by the two men's intimidation. "Don't come looking for me! Please don't come looking for me! It has nothing to do with me!"
He was just an innocent curator who did nothing wrong.
Clearly, these four people wouldn't let him off easily, and Director Wang squatted on the ground, trembling.
He stammered, "That night, I saw the body run away..."
I don’t know when it started, but things started to get weirder at the funeral home, with strange noises coming from there at night.
Squeak! Clatter! Splash!
The night shift workers were terrified. "Manager, it's a zombie! The corpse has grown legs and is running away!"
At first, Director Wang thought the staff had made a mistake, so he specially chose an auspicious day and personally kept vigil at the funeral home.
This was the most unforgettable night.
Late at night, white fog rolled in outside, and the temperature dropped significantly. The air conditioner couldn't be turned off indoors because it was bitterly cold.
Director Wang, wrapped in a blanket, strolled through the various areas: the memorial area, the cremation area, the ash storage area, the body storage area...
As he passed the area where the bodies were stored, he heard a lot of noise.
Footsteps, the sound of things falling, playful fighting, and screams!
"Ahhh! Curator, help!!"
Qiu Teng, the cremator at the funeral home, pushed open the door and rushed out, looking flustered and terrified.
"Curator, run! The corpse has become a spirit!!"
Qiu Teng ran away, and Director Wang stood there dumbfounded, not having reacted yet.
The morgue door was open, and the inside was pitch black. The strange sounds had disappeared, as if they had never happened.
Now a problem is facing us.
Should we go in, or not?
Director Wang comforted himself.
Don't be afraid, believe in science, believe in the power of knowledge.
He cautiously went inside, reaching out to touch the light switch on the wall while singing a military song to boost morale: "The bugle sounds, on the road to a strong army..."
Almost there, just a little bit more.
Da da da!
A highly decomposed corpse suddenly lifted the white sheet and leaped in front of him.
This is a body that fell from the 32nd floor and was mangled beyond recognition. The forensic doctor managed to stitch up the flesh with great difficulty.
With that jump, all four limbs and internal organs fell to the ground.
The corpse appeared to be falling apart; its arms and legs were broken in several places, and its intestines had turned inside out, exposing the decaying muscles and internal organs.
A foul and pungent odor hit him, and Director Wang was so frightened that he wet himself.
"ah!!"
His eyes rolled back and he fainted.
As dawn broke, Qiu Teng shouted, "Curator, why are you sleeping on the floor? Hey, why are your pants wet?"
"Mom! Don't look! Don't look!" Director Wang pulled up his pants and ran away.
Even now, thinking back on it still terrifies him. Director Wang whispered a defense, "Ladies and gentlemen, I've counted the bodies at the funeral home, and nothing's missing. Perhaps it was just my imagination that night, so..."
Xu Wenlong roared, "So you're hiding the truth and letting ghosts play with other people's corpses!!"
A barrage of saliva sprayed onto his face, and Director Wang felt utterly dejected, losing all strength to wipe it away.
"I'm sorry, I sincerely apologize to you." He smiled bitterly, "I didn't want this to happen either; affecting the funeral home's business wouldn't do me any good."
He broke free from Xu Wenlong and hugged Lin Xi's leg, "Master, you must take care of that troublesome ghost and restore the funeral home's reputation."
Lin Xi gave a meaningful look, “Those who cause trouble are not necessarily ghosts; sometimes, the human heart is more terrifying than ghosts.”
Director Wang looked completely bewildered. "Huh? What do you mean?"
Lin Xi let go of his hand. "Let's go find the guy named Qiu Teng. He's suspicious."
Director Wang was even more confused. "Qiu Teng is a cremator at the funeral home, specializing in operating the crematorium furnace. He's bold and meticulous. What's the problem?"
Lin Xi explained simply, "He saw the corpse come back to life, and after dawn, he dared to go back to that room alone without calling anyone else to go with him."
Director Wang scratched his head. "Now that you mention it, it does seem a bit strange. Qiu Teng's expression at the time was rather odd."
The funeral home is haunted, and all the staff are afraid to work the night shift, except for Qiu Teng who volunteered to stay.
Holy crap! Is Qiu Teng a hidden mastermind?
Director Wang swallowed hard, then led the way with a swaying gait. “The cremator is in the rest area during the day. Please, Master.”
The group walked through the reception hall and entered the rest area.
Qiu Teng was sitting at his workstation, lost in thought. When he saw someone walking towards him, he subconsciously stood up. "Director, what's wrong?"
Director Wang pretended not to hear and hid behind Lin Xi, "Master, look..."
"No need to look," Lin Xi said coldly. "He stole the corpse."
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