what the hell is

Old Tiantou didn't take it seriously, he lit a cigarette and smoked.With his style, you can tell that he is Kanye at a glance.Such a person is good at telling stories, good at being a teacher, picks up a topic and talks endlessly, and also likes to whet the appetite, and can tell a lot about a bad thing.

Old Tiantou talked about his experience.This old Tiantou has worked in the funeral parlor for more than ten years, and has a lot of experience. In his words, there are eight hundred corpses cremated by him, and he has encountered countless evil and strange things. He is extremely sensitive to anything that goes against common sense. a feeling of.His two eyes are about to catch up with Sun Monkey, and he can see if he is facing a human or a ghost.

Recently, about half a month later, after seven or eight o'clock in the evening, there was one more person in their funeral home.The family members of the deceased received by the funeral home all day have old noses, so why does this person attract his special attention?Old Tiantou explained that this person's behavior was very abnormal.

Strange to say, there are peak seasons and off-seasons for the dead in funeral parlors.As soon as winter comes, there is an endless stream of dead people in the city, and they report to the underworld.The funeral parlor has a total of five corpse trucks. At this time, there is not enough time to work overtime and even the axle rotation. After delivering one to the morgue, I immediately rush to the next one to deliver the other. After all, the corpse does not stay at home overnight.Once you die, the first reaction of the family members must be to contact the funeral home.

This weirdo will appear at this time.Old Tiantou said that when he first saw him, he knew something was wrong.That person was wearing a black cloak on a cold day. Although it was not eye-catching, it was also very far away from the road.And he usually walks alone, and he doesn't seem to be a family member.Most importantly, this person is always wandering between the morgue and the cremation.The timing of this person's appearance is also weird, or they can't look at him, once they see him, there will definitely be a corpse truck to bring the dead.

This person is a bit like a fortune-teller who has no prophecy. Once he shows up, dead people will definitely enter the funeral home.

If it was just like this, it would at most become a joke for the old Tiantou to show off after dinner.But after that incident happened, Lao Tiantou was really terrified, and only then did he realize that this person is not simple.

The cremation room and the morgue belong to the two major military sites in the funeral home.Usually the door is locked, and only when it is in use, can someone open it.Outsiders who want to enter must first obtain the consent of the museum and sign. In short, it is very strict, and not anyone who wants to enter can enter.

After December, it reached a peak period of death in the city.People who died of illness, old age, and accidents really happened one after another. Fortunately, the funeral parlor was expanded last year, otherwise the morgue is really not enough.Old Tiantou worked overtime at night, and he was in charge of the morgue. He worked from the afternoon until almost midnight before sending the last group of bereaved households away.Stretching and preparing to lock the door to sleep, at this moment, he saw that there seemed to be more people in the morgue.

This morgue is very large, and the freezers containing the dead are stacked up and down, and there can be seven or eight rows in full yards.The ceiling is lit with fluorescent lamps, revealing a pale light, making a soft "buzzing" sound,

At the end of the last row of freezers, Old Tiantou saw a black corner of his clothes protruding from the ground.

At first, he didn't take it seriously, thinking that he had misread it or that he was oversensitive.When he was about to leave, he accidentally saw the corner of the clothes move, it was obviously a person!

He didn't feel scared at that time, and he didn't think of any zombie ghosts, but he was worried that this might be some family member of the deceased, who was so sad that he forgot the time to still mourn inside.The morgue was filled with air-conditioning, and the temperature was so low that I really had to carelessly lock the door and leave. This person was locked up overnight for good or bad, and I couldn't bear the responsibility.

He stood at the door and shouted loudly: "Who is that? The door is locked! Go away!"

The corner of the black clothes shrank behind the freezer with a "swish", but there was no movement.The old Tiantou was really angry, he often dealt with the dead, and he also had a murderous aura in his body, so he walked in with a stick, thinking that if this is a half-sized man, I must use a stick first.

He walked towards the last row of freezers. The mortuary was silent, and the temperature was so low that he breathed white air when he opened his mouth. Old Tiantou suddenly felt flustered. The scene that was so familiar at first took on some kind of eerie meaning.

He involuntarily squeezed the stick tightly, and came to the row of freezers, where the black clothes were hidden behind.

Old Tiantou took a deep breath, walked over abruptly, and yelled in that direction: "Stop making trouble! Come out!"

As far as Old Tiantou himself said, when he saw the scene in front of him, he was so frightened that he almost pulled his trouser pockets.

In front of him was the back of the last row of freezers. This was the bottom of the wall of the entire morgue, where the light couldn't come through and it was dark.In a blur, there were three people standing opposite.

Of these three people, Lao Tian recognized the two standing on the left and the right at the first glance.These two people are not other people, they are all dead people sent tonight!

One is an old man who is said to have died of lung cancer.The other was a young man in his twenties who died in a car accident. His face was smashed and his flesh was bloody.According to local customs, the two dead men were both wearing black Chinese tunic suits. They stood stiffly, with their hands drooping, and their bodies looked very stiff. At this moment, they stood upright in a dark corner, exuding a deadly air.

For a moment, Lao Tiantou seemed to have fallen into a hole in the ice, his whole body was chilled to the bone, and he shivered.He carried these two corpses into the freezer with his own hands, why are they all out now? !

Between the two corpses stood a middle-aged man in a black cloak. It was the strange man that Old Tiantou often saw.

The most evil thing is the posture of the three people at this time.The man in the cloak stretched out his two hands, his fingers like hooks, and he was grabbing the tops of the two dead men with great force.His face was pale and bloodless, and he stared blankly at the old farmer opposite him.

When the old Tiantou said this, he explained tremblingly that this man's eyes are too evil, you can either look at him at the same level or look down. penetrate the soul.

Old Tiantou said that this is me, and I would have been scared to death if it was someone else.At that time, he screamed and ran out, and when he was about to reach the door, a black wind suddenly blew beside him. The man in the cloak ran extremely fast, passed him, and disappeared into the night behind the funeral parlor.

At this time, the funeral parlor at midnight was silent, except for Lao Tiantou himself.Facing the dark mountains in the distance, he was so frightened that he peed in his pants, which made him feel so helpless every day.He was still responsible, and with the last bit of courage, he locked the door of the mortuary, crawled back to the dormitory trembling, and fell ill the next day.

Old Tiantou exhaled smoke rings, and said melancholy: "My old Tian is known as a ghost, and he has no courage. He is old and old, and he will not be safe at the end of the day. I am ashamed that something like this happened. Oh, yes, Lao Wang , Shall I tell you about the corpse later?"

Curator Wang has known about these things for a long time, but he also listened to them with great interest, and said: "Old Chen is not an outsider, so you can say what you want. Oh, everyone, these things today are related to the reputation of our funeral home. Please don't spread them out. Consider the impact."

Police Officer Chen was fascinated by this, and said, "Old Wang, don't worry. Everyone here today is an adult, and they know it in their hearts. No one will go out and tell you nonsense. Besides, if you talk about such things, no one will believe you. You guys Just say something."

Old Tiantou coughed: "Since I can speak, I don't have any scruples. Please come with me to the morgue and look at the corpse, and everyone will understand."

We were suspicious, Peng Gang smiled bitterly at me with a pale face: "Old Liu, it's getting more and more interesting. What does my dad want to do?"

I didn't answer his words, and my heart was already boiling. According to Lao Tiantou's description, it is really possible that Brother Peng could do such a thing.He can do sorcery, maybe do some magic with corpses.There is still a big mystery here. Brother Peng just disappeared yesterday, but why has he still appeared in the funeral home in the past half a month?Is it not him, someone else?

Officer Chen's next move dispelled my doubts. He showed Brother Peng's photo to Lao Tiantou.Old Tiantou patted his thigh at the first glance: "Yes, that's him, he didn't run away. What I saw was much more sinister than the one in the photo, just like a ghost. But when you look at the photo carefully, this guy looks pretty good Not bad."

Indeed, Brother Peng is quite handsome.I still remember when I interviewed him for the first time, his hair was meticulous, his clothes were neat and decent, and he looked like a man in his early forties in his 50s. If you look closely, he looks like the movie star Tang Guoqiang.

The old Tian head led our group to the mortuary. As soon as we entered the inner hall, the temperature suddenly dropped.The water is dripping to ice outside, and the temperature inside is about the same.The floor of the hall is covered with marble, and the stripes are staggered, which seems to form a large pattern.I whispered to Peng Gang, who would have heard the old Tiantou, and the old Tiantou looked at me: "Young man, you have good eyesight. When the funeral home was first built, a Fengshui master was invited, and the ground was paved according to his instructions." Yes. Can you see what it is?"

"I can't tell." We shook our heads.

Old Tiantou was proud: "The pattern here seems to be called the Wulei Condensing Soul Formation, which can lock the soul of the dead in the morgue and prevent it from coming out. It is equivalent to painting the ground as a prison. This Fengshui master's method is no less than that of Lord Yan. Let me go."

Curator Wang frowned, and scolded: "Old Tiantou, can you say a few words less, it will appear that your mouth is broken."

The old Tiantou was not annoyed, he quacked: "Okay, okay, let's not talk about the leader's words. Give the leader some face."

Peng Gang didn't believe this at all, and he took it as nonsense, his current thoughts were all on his father.But what old Tiantou said just now stirred up the turbulent waves in my heart.

When Li Damin and I were making paintings, Ma Danlong once pasted a yellow talisman on Li Damin's forehead in order to reassure his soul, and at the same time shouted "Five Thunders Ninghun"!

What a coincidence.Could it be that Ma Danlong is the master of Fengshui for funeral parlors?In other words, this kind of magic method is inherited, and everyone in the same sect will use it?

I was a little scared, the low temperature made my whole body chill, and it seemed to be a sign of fever.I am afraid not because of anything else, but because of a strange feeling.That is, in my experience, there are some insignificant details that I didn't pay attention to at the time, but one day in the future, it will suddenly appear in some unpredictable form.For example, the "five thunders condensing the soul" this time, and the strange and terrifying basement that Peng Gang described in the previous experience. On the door of the rented room on the top floor of the building, I saw the same sticker...

It seems that somewhere in the dark, there is a dark chain hanging on me from beginning to end, pulling me forward.The scenes I saw were all hidden foreshadowing, ambush, and revealed in the future.I moved from side to side, as if wearing a heavy shackle, unable to break free and unable to get out, strangled me out of breath...

Just as I was thinking, I walked to the gate of the morgue.Peng Gang stopped me and said suspiciously: "Old Liu, what's wrong with you? You're fascinated. What are you thinking?"

I forced a smile, looked at him, and suddenly a very weird idea popped up in my heart, I couldn't control it.Could the Peng Gang in front of me be a button already arranged in my fate?He is like an arrow pointing to the depths of the dark destiny, where a pair of terrifying eyes are looking at me, waiting for me...

I was trembling all over, and the chill slowly came from the bottom of my heart.

Peng Gang was taken aback by me, and cursed: "It's weird, I don't care about you."

I wiped off my cold sweat, damn it, this place is too dark, am I a ghost?Why are there ghost thoughts one after another in my mind, obviously showing signs of schizophrenia.

I shook my head and followed them into the morgue.

Curator Wang opened the way, and naturally there is no need for the cumbersome registration process. He said to us: "Several, what you will see next is the secret of our funeral home. Please don't go out and talk nonsense. Once the family of the deceased finds out, it will have a great impact." bad."

Police Officer Chen looked at us, nodded and said, "Old Wang, don't worry. We are investigating a case and have nothing to do with your funeral home. I don't care what happens to you. Is there any tacit understanding between us brothers?" Well. Hehe."

Curator Wang let out a long sigh of relief, and a group of us walked into the morgue.I have to sigh, it's really cold here, to put it bluntly, it can be compared with the icehouse for storing beef and mutton.The fluorescent lamps on the ceiling were covered with gray-white dust, and they made a "buzzing buzzing" sound like a bee's wings, which sounded boring and drowsy.The floor was made of hard, cold artificial stone, which creaked when one walked on it.

In broad daylight, there are fluorescent lamps with large wattages, which can make people feel extremely gloomy.In the eyes, there is a large freezer filled with white flowers and coldly holding the dead, which is lifeless.