Yellow River corpse hunter

Chapter 187
About 20 minutes later, at the funeral parlor on the outskirts of the city.

I paid the fare and hurried out of the car.

At the door of the funeral home, Grandpa Han was wearing a ripped jacket, squatting on the ground smoking a cigarette silently.

For some reason, perhaps due to the hard work of the past few days, I feel that his gray hair has become more.

Seeing this situation, I couldn't help but feel a little sad.

If Ye Ziming sees this situation, maybe she will be happy, she is not alone, and there is an adoptive father who is constantly running around for her.

"Grandpa Han!" I hurried over.

Seeing this, Grandpa Han quickly put out the cigarette butt in his hand, rubbed his hands that were red with cold, and walked over with a smile.

"Master Lin, are you here?" Grandpa Han said with a smile.

"Don't, don't, Grandpa Han, what kind of master do you call me! Just call me Xiaolin, I'm just a friend of Ye Ziming's!" I said hastily.

"Okay, Xiaolin, do you smoke or not!" Grandpa Han took out two cigarettes from his trouser pocket.

I didn't refuse when I saw this, and directly clicked on each of the two.

And Grandpa Han didn't say anything, just took out two whole Yellow Crane Towers from his rag pocket, and handed them to me.

I was slightly taken aback when I saw it: "Grandpa Han, what is this?"

"It's not interesting. Young people can't let you work for nothing. You hold this Yellow Crane Tower yourself, and you manage the other one yourself. These grandchildren are of no benefit, so they won't tell the truth." Grandpa Han said quickly.

But I pushed it straight away.

Grandpa Han thought I thought this matter was difficult, so he didn't accept anything, so he forced it over.

I was a little dumbfounded.

"Grandpa, please put it away. I don't have that much addiction to cigarettes, and I don't need any cigarettes for this matter. I'll just accompany you and bring the corpse over!" I explained.

"Ah, Xiao Lin, you can't lie to me. I can understand if you don't want it, but if you don't give some cigarettes and alcohol to the grandchildren of the funeral home, can they work?" Grandpa Han said helplessly.

I patted Grandpa Han on the shoulder, and after explaining it for a long time, I finally let Grandpa Han half-believe understand that there is really no need for tobacco and alcohol, or any benefits.

After a few minutes, I took Grandpa Han into the funeral home.

The funeral parlor was deserted, and there was only a dead fat pig at the front desk, who was playing with his mobile phone here and there. He didn't respond when he saw us coming in, and continued to play with his head down.

Grandpa Han ignored him and led me directly to the office along the corridor.

At the end of the corridor, I saw a gold-plated sign that said Office of the Director.

"This is the person in charge of the funeral home, and Xiao Lin has the right to find Ziming's body!" Grandpa Han explained slowly.

I nodded slightly and walked over with Grandpa Han.

Boom boom boom!
Grandpa Han knocked lightly on the door.

But nothing happened.

Grandpa Han knocked again, but there was still no movement.

After a while, Grandpa Han looked at me.

I walked over suspiciously and patted on the door.

"Excuse me, is Director Sun there?" I asked softly.

"What are you shouting for? You don't know the rules when you do things. Just knock once. I don't know how to wait!" There was a sudden impatient voice from inside the door.

Immediately, the door was slammed open, and a fat man in a white shirt and black trousers was standing in front of us, looking at me unkindly.

"Director Sun, it's..."

"What is it? You old man is endless, you come here every three days, why do you want to just jump into the stove and burn it, it's really good enough!" Director Sun scolded a few words.

My face suddenly darkened.

But Grandpa Han walked in with a face full of indifference, presumably this is not the first time he has been scolded!

Director Fat Pig Sun sat directly at his desk, crossed his legs, lit a cigarette, looked at the computer screen in front of him, and ignored me and Grandpa Han who walked in.

Grandpa Han walked in slowly with a smiling face, and directly pulled me to sit at Director Sun's desk.

"Wait a minute, old man Han, are you getting more and more ignorant of the rules now, don't you know why you are here?" Director Sun snorted coldly

"Yes, yes, yes!" Grandpa Han smiled and got up quickly.

Director Sun glanced impatiently, took a puff of cigarette and asked in a cold voice: "If you have something to say, just tell me, if you have nothing to do, hurry up and leave, you know?"

"I know, I know, Director Sun, please don't smoke this, smoke mine, smoke mine!" Grandpa Han attentively tore open a pack of Yellow Crane Tower, handed Director Sun a cigarette, and then he lit himself and Director Sun smoked, and looked at Director Sun with a smile all over his face: "Director Sun, I don't know what happened to what you asked about before?"

"What's the matter?" Director Sun asked without looking back, staring at the computer screen.

"It's the matter of my daughter's corpse. Director Sun and I, an old man, must have been presumptuous a few days ago. I want to ask how this matter is going. How much is it? Director Sun, you can just tell me, I can prepare for it It's preparation, but after all, you also know that I'm a white-haired man sending a black-haired man. It's not easy for this child since he was a child. I beg Director Sun, please give me my daughter's body. This is my little care , you watch and accept it!" Grandpa Han hurriedly handed over a piece of Yellow Crane Tower with a smile on his face.

"This!" Director Sun looked up at him abruptly when he heard Grandpa Han say this.

"That's right, this is my wish, Director Sun, you must watch..."

"Look at that shit, take your trash away!" Director Sun swept the Yellow Crane Tower directly to the ground, and stood up angrily.

"Old man surnamed Han, are you endless? Are you suffering from hysteria? Let me tell you. The corpse of your shitty daughter is not here. Are you stupid or not? Get lost!" Director Sun patted the table and waved his hand, the implication was very clear, that is to let Grandpa Han go.

"No, Director Han is impossible. I have read the hospital records. My daughter's body was transported away by you. It is impossible not to be here. She is definitely here. Please help me if you are troubled, I beg you!"

Speaking of this, Grandpa Han grabbed Director Sun's sleeve excitedly and begged bitterly.

"You're never finished, are you here to rely on the old and sell the old?" Director Sun yelled, and pushed directly.

Grandpa Han didn't expect that Director Sun would suddenly stagger and collapse on the ground.

"Grandpa Han!" I yelled quickly, and then glared at Director Sun viciously.

"Damn it, what do you mean, you old bastard, are you still trying to blackmail me? Let me tell you that this office is monitored. Don't think it's useful!" Director Sun yelled.

But I suddenly clenched my fists and stood up bit by bit.

(End of this chapter)