I came to the gate.

The door is also rusty.

I was so surprised.

Is this crematorium so poor?

Can't afford it, as well as doors and windows?

As for how shabby it is?

The door was half-closed, and I looked inside through the crack of the door.

There was no light inside, it was a little dark.

The wall inside is also broken and in the corner, there are spider webs.

Axi.

Although this is a crematorium, you should pay attention to hygiene.

Are they all so unprotected?

I feel that this is not a crematorium, but an abandoned factory.

I was originally going to go in and take a look, but this situation made me wince.

I was afraid that I would never get out again if I went in.

I was shocked and scared in my heart.

I hesitated, should I enter, or enter.

Hesitated.

At this moment, I saw that not far away, next to the yard, there was an old man who was sweeping the floor, holding a broom and cleaning the fallen leaves.

Axi.

I wondered, aren’t there any hygiene personnel?

Why is the hygiene here so badly, I can't stand it anymore.

I hurried over, handed a flower to the old man, greeted him enthusiastically, and said, "Uncle, can you ask, have all the employees in the factory rest today?"

This old man looked like he was only in his sixties, with wrinkles on his face, but he looked quite honest.

The old man did not pick up my cigarette, but looked at me curiously and said curiously: "No, today is Thursday. It's early. Hey, young man, I see you are very good at face-to-face. You are not us

Are you the people in the factory?"

The old man is worthy of being an old man, and he can see it at a glance.

I was a little embarrassed and responded with a smile: "Oh, I heard from the security guard at the door that people are recruiting here, so I came in and asked about the situation and wanted to apply for a position."

When I heard my words, the old man's expression obviously changed.

Xu narrowed his eyes and looked at me.

At this moment, I felt like my whole body was shrouded in an inexplicable chill.

Quite cold.

It seems to have arrived at the North and South Poles.

The old man stared at me with his eyes fixed on him.

I feel uncomfortable all over.

Instead of speaking, he took out a pack of slightly white strips from his purse.

One was pulled from inside and started lit.

"I'm not used to the Huazi you, so I like to smoke this one, hehe, vigorously."

I glanced at the cigarette box.

They are all slightly white.

This kind of big smoke seems to have been discontinued.

Earlier, it cost 50 cents per pack.

Now, it's basically invisible.

Where did this old man buy this cigarette?

I expressed my curiosity.

After he took a few mouthfuls of smoke comfortably, his face suddenly changed, a little pale and as pale as paper.

He looked at me with a puzzled look and said, "What? What did you just say? Security guard? What security guard?"

Asi...

This old man, the reflex arc is so long?

Have you just realized it now?

Maybe it's because of the age.

It is understandable to be slow to react.

For the elderly.

I said patiently again: "It's the security guard at the door. I also applied a very thick layer of makeup on my face, which was white and made like a ghost."

Hearing this, the old man couldn't help but tremble.

The broom in his hand couldn't help but hold it.

He looked at me nervously and said, "Young man, don't talk nonsense. Where can I find any security guards in our venue? Have you heard of the crematorium still arranged security guards?"

The old man's words instantly made me confused.

Don't you tell lies with your eyes open?

Just now, just now, I was greeting the eldest brother, security guard at the door.

And the security guard's face is particularly white.

I told the old man specifically.

When the old man heard this, his face turned pale even more.

The big hands smoking couldn't help but tremble.

His lips couldn't help but tremble.

He said firmly: "Impossible. Look at our crematorium, its business is not good, and it looks like it is broken. If you don't have money to renovate it, where can I get the security guard?"

Now, my body was shocked.

Frozen in place.

Could it be that the security guard I met at the door just now...he...he isn't a human?

It's strange.

But how could the ghost guard the gate during the day?

Judging from the old man’s reaction just now, the reflex arc is a bit long. Maybe he is old and can’t remember it.

Or maybe the security guard just took office was not sure.

I was about to ask the old man if the security guard was new, but the old man turned around and left.

I shook my head helplessly.

I'll ask clearly when I'm going out later.

Let’s first figure out the owner of this crematorium.

I finally got the courage, pushed open the door of the venue, and walked in.

The house is really tattered.

Garbage.

However, there was a table in the lobby, which should be used for guests.

Next to the table, there was a young and beautiful young lady sitting.

Wearing bold and translucent gauze clothes on the upper body, you can vaguely see the lace inside.

Still black.

Under the table, a pair of slender thighs extended to the edge of the table.

Snow white and smooth.

Full of wild charm and temptation.

The air is filled with misty breath.
To be continued...