Reincarnation Train Restart [Unlimited]

Chapter 247 An Le Funeral Home 02 [2 more]

After Zhao Xuexi took them to see the cafeteria and dormitory, he left and asked them to go back to the mourning hall by themselves. After all, it was almost nine o'clock and it was time to burn the paper.

Wu Xiajiu watched Zhao Xuexi's back gradually disappear.

Fang Zi said: "He has gone to report to Manager Wang."

"En." Wu Xiajiu nodded, "Let's go back."

Jin Mao, Pac-Man, and A Cai are all knowledgeable about current affairs, and obediently followed Wu Xiajiu and Shi Shangzuo all the way.

But it could be seen that both Pac-Man and A Cai were holding back their words and wanted to ask.

They walked all the way to the place where the remains of the mourning hall were placed, but they didn't meet anyone.

After re-entering the room where the curator Ji Jinqian was placed, Tang Yunsi and Lu Nan walked to the corner and took out a cardboard box. The brazier for burning paper was placed on the left side of the coffin.

Pac-Man couldn't help but asked, "Are we going to stay with Ji Jinqian's corpse for these seven days?"

"I read the message that the body will be guarded for three days and three nights, and you can't leave the funeral home halfway, but can you leave the mourning hall?"

"In seven days, as long as the conditions of three days and three nights are met, the task will be considered complete, which means that we don't have to stay here all the time, but everyone can share it?"

Pac-Man listened to what Zhao Xuexi said, and worked in shifts.

He doesn't want to be in the same room with a dead body all the time, not to mention, who knows if this dead body will...

Three days he can bear, seven days, forget it.

Shi Shangzuo: "Of course, you are right, you can't leave the funeral home, but you can indeed leave the mourning hall, and you can go back to the dormitory to rest when you are tired."

But don't wait for Pac-Man to look happy.

Fang Zi narrowed his emerald green eyes, and continued, "However, if you don't want to stay in the mourning hall all the time, can you be sure that you can guard for three days and three nights in the seven days?"

"If you don't meet this time condition, you won't be able to board the reincarnation train and return."

"Besides, generally speaking, those who are alone are the easiest to die."

"If you want to go back to rest, we won't stop you, but don't forget, this is a funeral home, be careful what you encounter when you are alone."

The more Fang Zi talked, the paler Pac-Man's face became.

Finally, Pac-Man interrupted Fang Zi's words in a panic, and said, "I, I'm not going back alone, you two..."

He turned to look at the two new passengers.

Jin Mao whispered: "I'm a girl, and I don't live in the same dormitory as you."

"What's more, I don't plan to go back."

What a joke, she followed Pac-Man who was also a new passenger, what chance would she have of surviving, of course she followed the old passenger closely.

She does what the old passenger does.

And Ah Cai also said, "I'm not going back either."

Pac-Man's face turned green and pale.

He didn't talk anymore after that, and he didn't seem to plan to go back to rest alone when he was tired at night.

As nine o'clock approached, Shi Shangzuo took out a stack of papers, took out one and put it in the brazier to light it, and it started to burn, and the flames grew stronger and stronger.

And Wu Xiajiu took it later, and put the papers into the brazier one by one.

Seeing this, the golden cat couldn't help asking: "I, can help burn the paper."

Wu Xia took a long look at her, handed the stack of papers to the golden cat, and said, "Burst slowly, to ensure that the flame will not go out, and it will be enough to burn for two hours, and it will end at eleven o'clock."

Then start again at [-]:[-] pm.

A clock hangs on one wall of the mourning hall.

The golden cat nodded, took the paper, and went to sit by the brazier.

Pac-man watched her put the papers one by one, the same as Wu Xiajiu's action before, and now he couldn't help but said, "Why don't you put all the papers in, so as to save effort."

The golden cat paused in the hand that put the paper, and looked up at Wu Xiajiu and the others in a little bewilderment.

Wu Xiajiu rolled his eyelids, and said, "Two hours in the morning, two hours in the afternoon, and at night, we need to burn paper non-stop from nine o'clock to six o'clock, a total of nine hours during this period."

"One day and one night add up to thirteen hours."

"There are only seven cartons, and one is burned a day."

"What if you burn too much paper during the day and not enough at night?"

"If it's not enough, it's not enough." Pac-Man said with a twitch.

Wu Xia glanced at him for a long time, and said calmly: "If it's not enough, the fire is extinguished. Guess what will happen at night?"

Pac-Man's expression changed, and he replied, "I, how do I know what's going to happen?"

"Well, you don't know, and I don't know." Wu Xiajiu said: "So, in the world under the car, some things must be cautious, especially when there is a time limit."

After finishing speaking, he looked at the golden cat: "Just burn it like this, take it slowly, and make sure the flame doesn't go out."

"Okay." The golden cat nodded immediately upon hearing that.

Pac-Man looked unhappy, but said nothing more.

The flames blazed, bringing smoke to the room.

Wu Xiajiu walked around the mourning hall, and finally returned to the coffin where Ji Jinqian's body was stored, and looked down.

Shi Shangzuo stood beside Wu Xiajiu, and heard Wu Xiajiu ask after a while: "Azuo, how do you understand the time condition of three days and three nights?"

"Does it mean that people must stay in the mourning hall 24 hours a day?"

"Or, during the period of burning paper, we stay in the mourning hall for one day and one night?"

"Or, there are 72 hours in total for three days and three nights. We only need to spend 72 hours in the mourning hall during these seven days?"

These are all possible, but I don't know which one can meet the time condition in the information prompt of the world under the car.

Saying that, Wu Xiajiu raised his head.

Shi Shang Zuo said: "You can try it."

"Specify three people, three time experiments, during which there must be no unexpected factors to disturb."

Wu Xiajiu nodded, and then the two shared their thoughts with the others.

Tang Yunsi: "Then who will test it?"

Wu Xiajiu looked at the golden cat and said, "The golden cat is in charge of burning the paper. You can leave the mourning hall outside the burning time, but you can only stay here during the burning time."

"Do you want to?"

"Yes, I can." The golden cat nodded.

A Cai also took the initiative to say at this time: "I can test the third one, and the time I stay in the mourning hall is enough for 24 hours."

"If one day is enough, the progress indicated in the bracelet will increase by one day, and the test will be considered successful."

"If after 24 hours enough, the prompt progress of guarding the body for Ji Jinqian is still 0 days, then this experiment will fail, right?"

Wu Xiajiu: "That's right, and you have to pay attention to leaving the mourning hall when the paper is burned and when the paper is not burned."

Ah Cai responded, "Okay."

Zhong Nan: "Then I'll try the first one, but today is less than 24 hours, so I have to start tomorrow."

That is to say, starting this evening and the early morning of tomorrow's handover.

There were already people in the three time experiments, and Wu Xiajiu then decided to go to the mourning hall where the former funeral attendant Zheng Haocheng was.

But the golden cat needs to burn the paper until eleven o'clock, and can't go away, so Zhong Nan said to stay in the mourning hall and wait.

After Zhong Nan finished speaking, Pac-Man also said he wanted to stay.

Wu Xiajiu could see that Pac-Man didn't want to see other dead people, so he might as well stay and wait, but he didn't say anything.

The three stayed in Ji Jinqian's mourning hall, while Wu Xiajiu, Shi Shangzuo and others walked out.

After the room separated by two mourning halls is Zheng Haocheng's mourning hall.

Before going in, Wu Xiajiu saw a woman in the mourning hall, not Wang Ling, but another woman with straight long hair in a bun.

She is also in her 30s, with no makeup on her face and no makeup, so she looks a little pale and tired, not very energetic.

She was wearing black clothes, black trousers, and flat white shoes on her feet. It could be seen that she had just finished burning the paper, and the flame in the brazier had not been completely extinguished.

And she was standing next to the coffin where Zheng Haocheng's body was placed, looking into it expressionlessly.

Wu Xiajiu guessed that this person should be Zheng Haocheng's girlfriend Zhao Xuexi mentioned, and Xia Dan, the cosmetologist in Anle Funeral Parlor.

So, Xia Dan is helping Zheng Haocheng to guard the spirit now?

She should have stayed here in Zheng Haocheng's mourning hall long before they came to the funeral home.

After all, to go to the mourning hall of Zheng Haocheng, one has to pass the mourning hall of director Ji Jinqian.

But Wu Xiajiu and others hadn't heard footsteps walking past in the mourning hall.

Or, Xia Dan came here after Zhao Xuexi took them to see the cafeteria and dormitory.

Anyway, it seems that Xia Dan is very sad about the death of her boyfriend...

Just as Wu Xiajiu was thinking this way, he suddenly saw Xia Dan slowly raise the corners of his mouth towards the body in the coffin, showing a mocking smile.

This appearance is not a bit sad and sad, it is obvious that Zheng Haocheng's death is very happy.

Seeing this, Wu Xiajiu couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

He purposely made a little noise and stepped in.

Xia Dan heard the voice and turned his head to look: "Are you the ones keeping watch for the curator?"

"How do you know?" Wu Xiajiu asked.

Xia Dan hooked the corners of his mouth, but there was no smile on his face.

She said: "Because the business of An Le Funeral Home has gradually declined, and there have been few guests coming recently."

"There are quite a few of you. If you aren't someone who is keeping watch for the curator, who else could it be?"

Wu Xiajiu nodded, indicating that Xia Dan was right.

Immediately afterwards, Xia Dan said coldly: "You don't keep watch for the curator, what are you doing here?"

Wu Xiajiu: "Watching the spirit is quite boring, I want to take a stroll."

Xia Dan snorted coldly: "The funeral parlor is not a place for people to wander around casually. If you violate the taboo of the funeral parlor carefully, you won't know how you died."

As soon as the words came out, Wu Xiajiu's eyes flashed, and he asked, "We have never worked in a funeral home, so of course we don't know what the funeral home's taboos are."

"Why don't Miss Xia tell us something?"

Xia Dan frowned: "You know me?"

Wu Xiajiu: "When we came in, we met Zhao Xuexi, the receptionist, and he took us to the cafeteria and dormitory at the back."

"He said that the cosmetologist of Anle Funeral Home and Zheng Haocheng, a former funeral attendant, are boyfriend and girlfriend."

"So before Zheng Haocheng's family came to the funeral home, it was Miss Xia who burned the paper for her."

Xia Dan scoffed when he heard the words, a mocking look flashed across his face, and said: "I broke up with Zheng Haocheng, just before he died."

"Burning paper for him now... just thinking about the little friendship from before."

"In the future, don't bring me and Zheng Haocheng together again, I find it disgusting."

Speaking of this, Xia Dan glanced fiercely at the corpse in the coffin, turned around and left, and the figure disappeared quickly.

Lu Nan couldn't help frowning: "It's disgusting, why? Did Zheng Haocheng do anything to offend her?"

Wu Xiajiu: "When I came in just now, I saw Xia Dan happened to show a sarcastic smile at Zheng Haocheng's body."

"It can be seen that Zheng Haocheng's death did not make her very sad, and she could even say that she applauded and had the mentality of revenge..."

"As for being disgusted, maybe there is some conflict between the two of you. Could it be that Zheng Haocheng cheated?"

Wu Xiajiu held his chin and thought about a possibility.

He also talked casually, who knows what's going on.

At this time, Shi Shangzuo walked to the brazier and found that there were not only paper money burning in the basin, but also some photos. The people on them were obviously photos of Xia Dan and Zheng Haocheng once taken together.

Shi Shangzuo picked up one of the group photos while the flames were still burning.

In the photo, both of them are smiling brightly, Xia Dan is leaning on Zheng Haocheng's shoulder with an intimate posture.

Wu Xiajiu walked over and said: "It seems that their relationship was very good, but Xia Dan burned all the things he missed, and really made a decision with the past."

Shi Shangzuo threw the photo back into the brazier again, and said: "If a woman thinks a man is disgusting, on the basis of a good relationship, it is very likely that this man really cheated."

Shi Shangzuo's action at this time was squatting in front of the brazier, and Wu Xiajiu, in order to see the photo on Shi Shangzuo's hand, stood behind him and lay on Shi Shangzuo's shoulders, arms crossed. close.

Fang Zi, Tang Yunsi and the others took it for granted, and each looked for other clues.

A Cai who followed was a little surprised, but didn't say anything, but looked a little uncomfortable, scratched his ears, and turned his head to look elsewhere.

Wu Xiajiu couldn't help tilting his head, and said, "In this way, I was right?"

Shi Shangzuo: "Well, then tell me again, who might Zheng Haocheng cheat on?"

Wu Xiajiu: "It depends on whether there are other women in this Anle funeral home besides Xia Dan and Wang Ling."

"Judging from the work of the funeral parlor, the person Zheng Haocheng wants to cheat on should also be a long-term contact."

Women who work in funeral homes are most likely.

Shi Shangzuo smiled, took advantage of the situation and pushed his hands back, stood up straight with Wu Xiajiu on his back, then put him down, turned around and said, "Indeed, so we will go to other places in the funeral parlor later."

"Okay." Wu Xiajiu raised his head and said.

At this time, Lu Nan said: "Come and see, there is something wrong with Zheng Haocheng's death."

Wu Xiajiu, Shi Shangzuo and others walked over.

Lu Nan pointed to Zheng Haocheng's forehead and his exposed hands and said, "There is a wound on the forehead, a bone in the corner of the forehead must have been smashed flat."

"But Xia Dan put makeup on the corpse and arranged the remains, so it's not easy to see."

"Zheng Haocheng's hands were not made up or powdered, and the knuckles of his right hand were bruised, as if he had been pinched by a door."

Fang Zi: "Is the cause of Zheng Haocheng's death the injury on his forehead?"

Lu Nan: "You can't tell. The wound is covered up a lot. It's hard to tell the extent of the injury. It's possible that other parts of the body have fatal injuries."

If you want to know, unless you take off Zheng Haocheng's clothes.

Wu Xiajiu raised his eyebrows: "So, maybe Zheng Haocheng's death was a murder of love?"

Fang Zi: "Whoever kills him, it doesn't look like a normal death."

"There is nothing unusual about this place, let's go to other places in the funeral home to have a look."

Wu Xiajiu, Shi Shangzuo and others left the mourning hall where Zheng Haocheng's body was.

When passing by curator Ji Jinqian's mourning hall, Zhong Nan, the golden cat and Pac-Man were all inside, and the golden cat was still burning paper.

There were no seats in the mourning hall, and the three of them sat on the floor. The coffin was placed in the middle facing the door, and above the coffin was the portrait of Ji Jinqian. A pair of emotionless eyes looked straight at the door, rather Some penetration.

At this time, Zhong Nan saw Wu Xiajiu and others, and extended his hand to say hello.

Wu Xiajiu also turned back. He saw that Zhong Nan was sitting in a relaxed posture. It can be seen that the panda brooch did not detect any danger. During the day, the mourning hall should be harmless.

After saying hello, Wu Xiajiu, Shi Shangzuo and others continued to walk forward.

Apart from the dead curator Ji Jinqian and the funeral attendant Zheng Haocheng, there are only six people in Anle Funeral Home.

Zhao Xuexi, Wang Ling, and Xia Dan have all met each other.

This visit to the funeral home was to get to know three other people I hadn't met.

It was also a coincidence that Wu Xiajiu and others hadn't left for long when they heard someone lowering their voices and arguing at a corner.

"...you have done so many things for you, what about the money? Why don't you give it to me?" This voice seemed to suppress anger.

Another voice was more consoling, saying: "You also know that the funeral home is in a difficult situation, and the funds cannot be turned over for the time being."

"Don't worry, I'll definitely give you the money if you have it, don't you be afraid that I won't be able to run away?"

"If you dare to run, don't forget, you, you guys all have something in my hands, if you don't give me money, don't think about it for everyone." The first voice threatened.

Another voice: "I will definitely give you the money, but you need to wait patiently for a few days. The business of the funeral home is gradually declining. I want to make it bigger again."

"The older the old man is, the less he dares to do it. He also wants to close the funeral home and take the money to retire. He has a good idea, hmph."

The first voice said nothing.

Another voice continued: "When we expand the business together...money, you can have as much money as you want."

"Our cooperation is not... Do you think I won't even pay any money?"

The volume of some words was deliberately lowered, as if they were whispered in the ear, and the small ones could not be lowered.

Wu Xiajiu frowned, he didn't hear it very clearly, after all, the distance was a little far away, and he only heard a few sporadic words, such as laws.

At this moment, the conversation over there ended, and Wu Xiajiu and the others continued to walk forward in a tacit understanding, with a natural expression.

The two sides meet at the corner.

The two obviously didn't expect someone to come over, their expressions were startled for a moment, and then their expressions changed slightly, but when they remembered that the corner they were in was hidden and their voices were quiet, their expressions immediately returned to normal.

Wu Xiajiu sized up the two of them.

The leader was a little short in stature, wearing a suit and glasses. He looked refined, but there was a black birthmark on the left side of his face under his eyes, which ruined his overall appearance.

The man was about 40 years old.

The person following behind was a little younger than him, tall and strong, wearing short sleeves and overalls, with strong and powerful arms exposed.

This man had an unshaven beard on his face, and his face was not very friendly. His eyes were raised, and he looked a bit vicious.

"Who are you?" The leader stopped, looked at Wu Xiajiu and the others and asked.

Wu Xiajiu heard the voice of this person, it was the one who gave the money.

The people behind that are threatening to ask for money.

Shi Shangzuo said: "We are guarding the spirit for curator Ji Jinqian."

The man pushed his glasses when he heard the words, said so, and then introduced: "I am the deputy director of Anle Funeral Home, and my name is Wu Sheng."

"Director Ji has no relatives. Before he died, he entrusted the funeral home to me. Now, I have taken over as the director of the funeral home."

Shi Shangzuo raised his eyebrows: "Director Wu, who is this?"

He looked at the people behind him.

Wu Sheng heard the address and said with a smile: "This is the cremator of our funeral home. He usually works in the cremation workshop. His name is Du Guorong."

"Just call him Brother Du."

Shi Shangzuo twitched the corners of his mouth, but didn't answer.

So are others.

This attitude made Wu Sheng a little embarrassed, but Du Guorong's expression sank, and he gave Wu Xiajiu, Shi Shangzuo and others an unfriendly look.

Wu Sheng collected his expression, coughed dryly, and asked again: "You are not in the mourning hall to watch for the curator of Ji, what are you doing?"

"The cafeteria is not open yet. The master usually delivers the meals on time, at noon and at night..."

Wu Xiajiu: "There are people watching in the mourning hall. We met Miss Xia Danxia before, and she said that there are some taboos in the funeral home that cannot be violated."

"But I didn't say anything specific. I just left if there were any taboos."

"We're not very familiar with funeral homes, so we wanted to ask someone."

"Oh, that's it." Wu Sheng said, "It's a pity that I have work to do. Old Du still has a few bodies that need to be cremated, so I can't stay longer."

"Why don't you ask Zhao Xuexi about it?"

"it is good."

Wu Sheng nodded to several people and took Du Guorong away.

Fang Zi couldn't help but said, "It's Zhao Xuexi again. It seems that not only Manager Wang oppresses him, but other people also do it a lot."

They then passed the front hall of the funeral home, but Zhao Xuexi was not there, and they did not know where they went.

At this time, the six people in the funeral home had seen five people, and one person had not.

So, Wu Xiajiu and others found the distribution map of the funeral home pasted at the door, and took a look at Wang Ling's office and some places where the dead were put on make-up and the remains were arranged.

Not long after, they met Xia Dan's assistant, Fang Zhengchao, an embalmer, who needed to embalm the corpse before putting on makeup.

This work is more complicated, and the time is naturally not short.

Therefore, Fang Zhengchao had a separate workshop. After the corpse was processed and embalmed, he would push the corpse to Xia Dan, and the two of them dressed the corpse together.

Later, Fang Zhengchao assisted Xia Dan in making up the corpse.

When Wu Xiajiu waited for someone to come over, Fang Zhengchao was about to push a freshly embalmed corpse out, and the two met at the door.