Mysterious recovery: starting from the tricky post office

Chapter 11 Peaceful Crematorium
At six o'clock in the afternoon, Dashen City.
The high-speed train from Dahan City to Dashen City entered the platform. After a brief roar, the train stopped slowly, the doors of each carriage were opened, and the passengers on it poured out like a tide.
A man wearing a vest and a peaked cap stood at the exit of the high-speed rail, holding something similar to a ticket in his hand. Every time a pedestrian passed by, he would go over to say hello with a smile, and then sell the ticket in his hand.
After being rejected by a passing woman, he set his sights on a young man.
The young man's appearance is not outstanding, but he is very good-looking. He is carrying a shoulder bag and wearing sportswear, about 1.8 meters in length. The clothes are very new, as if he just bought them. This person is Lin Xian.
Lin Xian walked quickly, but when he was about to leave the station, he was stopped by the man in the peaked hat.
"doing what?"
Lin Xian frowned and looked at this person, his tone was a little unnatural, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time.
This can't be blamed on Lin Xian. After he became a ghost master, he was almost alone and didn't talk much.
The man in the peaked cap smiled mischievously, handed out the small ticket in his hand and asked, "Young man, Tianqian Xue's concert in the day after tomorrow, Dazheng City special show, front row, [-] single tickets, absolutely authentic, do you want it?"
Lin Xian waved his hand, have the scalpers bought tickets to such a point now, what kind of family would like to watch a 2 yuan concert?
I am rich, not sick. This kind of ticket is too expensive even with a [-]% discount. Whether it is guaranteed to be authentic or not is another question. Many of the idiots who bought scalper tickets went happily, only to find out when they checked in. It is common to buy counterfeit tickets.
But he is envious of these ordinary people, who don't know the real background of this world, live in the mist forever, and be a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
Lin Xian is just a passer-by in the life of the man in the peaked cap. After being rejected, he didn't continue to pester Lin Xian, but changed to a new target and continued to sell.
Leaving the station, Lin Xian took a taxi according to the address of the post office. Now he can be considered as a person worth over [-] million yuan. In the past, it would have been enough for him and his parents to spend the rest of their lives.
No. 12 Buxin Road is located on the outskirts of Dashen City. It can only be regarded as outside the customs in Dashen City, so the facilities and environment are not as advanced as other areas in Dashen City.
Around six o'clock, Lin Xian finally arrived.
The crematorium was built near an unfinished building. In addition to the abandoned real estate around it, some land was undeveloped and basically covered with weeds. After the sun went down, there was often the sound of insects chirping here.
Looking carefully at the surrounding environment of the crematorium, Lin Xian can only use four words to describe it, it is too remote.
Before coming, he also researched the background and establishment time of this crematorium online.
This crematorium was established in [-], and it has a history of almost ten years. It was not called Ping An Crematorium before. It was requested by the local organization to change the name.
But it's okay not to change the name, once the name is changed, weird things start to emerge one after another.
First, an old employee hanged himself in the cremation room, and after that, people hanged themselves at regular intervals. After death, the necks of these deceased showed different degrees of bone fractures. After the autopsy, the forensic doctor only said that The broken neck was caused by strangling the neck for a long time, and it was also judged to be suicide.
At that time, the employees there resigned one after another overnight, and Ping An Crematorium became known as a 'hanging crematorium'.
This incident caused a lot of trouble at the time. The boss couldn't bear the pressure of public opinion, and couldn't sell it after changing hands. In the end, he could only spend a lot of money to suppress this incident. It has been closed until now, and the crematorium has reopened. .
It's just that there is no impenetrable wall in the matter, and some negative information is still spread on the Internet. Therefore, the crematorium's business has not been good, and it is basically relying on the boss's wallet to barely support it.
The crematorium is the same as most of the styles, the iron gate is half-covered, and there are several rows of white wreaths on both sides of the gate, and these wreaths are also inserted with funeral cards engraved with the word "Dian".
The crematorium was extremely deserted. Because of the previous haunting, there was no business here, and there were few staff members. Except for the security guard at the door who was still on duty, there was almost no one to be seen inside.
Lin Xian knocked on the door of the security booth and said hello to the old man who was dozing inside.
The uncle stumbled and almost hit his head on the table. Fortunately, he reacted, but when he saw Lin Xian outside, he frowned.
"Young man, there are mountains over there and there is no road."
The uncle pushed open the gate of the security booth and walked out, thinking that the young man was asking for directions, but he was more enthusiastic.
Lin Xian shook his head: "Master, can you let me in, I'm looking for your boss."
"Looking for our boss?" The uncle sized Lin Xian up and asked, "Are you here to apply for the job?"
Lin Xian nodded, as a tacit consent.
"Young man, don't blame me for not reminding you, this place used to be haunted."
"Master, aren't you still working as a security guard in a haunted place? Besides, how many people still believe in ghosts these days?"
The uncle pointed to Lin Xian, then pointed to himself, and said seriously: "How old am I? Can you compare with me? Besides, I didn't scare you. Except for the years when I was out of business, I worked here. What haven’t you seen? The people who hanged are all older than you.”
Lin Xian's eyes lit up when he heard what the old man said. Didn't expect there are old employees here?
Strike while the iron is hot, he wants to ask more about this place, maybe he can get some clues that are beneficial to him.
Fortunately, before he came, he took out the money in the card and put it in his hand, took out a few bright red banknotes from his bag and stuffed it to the uncle: "Tell me, is this place really so evil?"
The uncle glanced back and forth between the banknote and Lin Xian's face, and finally couldn't help but put the money in his pocket.
In order to cover up his embarrassment, he coughed lightly and said: "Let me tell you, uncle, I have been working at this crematorium since [-] years. The first few years were pretty good and the business was good. It was probably [-] years ago. , it was also summer, and a white coffin was transported to the factory, and from that moment on, the place started to be haunted.”
"Let me tell you, since that day, there have been people hanged in the cremation room almost every day, including the employees inside and people from the outside world. Anyway, it's very evil."
The uncle spoke very vividly, with a feeling of being on the scene.
Lin Xian was thoughtful, he was a little puzzled, usually there are only two kinds of coffins, black coffin and red coffin.
I remember hearing old people in the village tell me that black coffins belong to coffins of violent death, which are specially used to bury those who died by accident.
The red coffin is a funeral coffin. Most of the old people who are sick or old use this kind of coffin. However, there are also rumors that this kind of coffin is used to suppress evil and eliminate evil spirits.
But whether it is a black coffin or a red coffin, they are all common coffins, so what about the white coffin?Who would use this kind of coffin to bury people?
(End of this chapter)