If you like it or don't like it, it seems that I can't say which answer is.

If he had a crush on school, Bai Ji and me are now relying on it and a sense of security.

Above AVA, lovers are not full.

If you really can't hide it if you like someone, then we may only have one layer of window paper that has not been broken.

It’s not a secret that I like him. He likes me, and anyone with a discerning eye can tell.

"Do you still like me now?"

This was his second time asking me, and I was still in deep thought.

Is this why he escaped from me, just because he didn't know if I like him or not?

It shouldn't be that simple if you don't have the same relationship.

Suddenly I felt anxious and always felt that the answer he wanted to know was very different from the ordinary standard answer.

When a person confesses his love, if the other party agrees, the result will definitely be that the two of them are together.

When facing Bai Ji, if I say I like it, I have a premonition that it will push him farther and farther away.

Say I don't like it...

What if the answer is wrong?

Very tangled.

"Bai Ji, I actually..." Before I could say the answer, a sudden heart-wrenching pain came from my wrist. With a familiar click, when I pulled out my hand, I miraculously discovered that my wrist could move.

The bones suddenly came up, and the speed was so fast that I didn't even have time to scream.

Fortunately, I didn't scream, otherwise it might have caused much panic when I entered the funeral home where I was night.

The pain could not be dissipated for a long time. I was so painful that my tears and my nose were flowing. I gritted my teeth and endured it with trembling all over. After a long time, the pain was relieved bit by bit.

I tried to move for a while, but it still hurts. I guess it will hurt for a while.

"When Jiang Han comes back later, spray some swelling and pain relief medicine, and wrap it around the splint. Except for the wrists that cannot move, your fingers should be able to hold things." Bai Ji stood up and relaxed for a while. I even saw him secretly wiped his sweat.

It turned out that the question he asked twice was just distracting me from my attention and making me not nervous. What was the answer was not important to him at all.

The problem I thought about was wrong after all.

"You can still get bones?"

"When in the temple, Master Xiuyuan fell down from a hill while picking up firewood and dislocated his ankle. His master once taught the method of bone cutting."

Bai Ji said it easily, but seeing that there was still sweat on his forehead that had not been dried, I guess he was even more nervous than me just now.

I didn't answer his words, and I didn't know how to ask again the answer I wanted to know. For a moment, the lounge fell into silence.

Just looking at this lounge, it is quite warmly decorated, with a light brown fabric sofa, which is very comfortable to sit on, as well as a water dispenser, microwave, and some snacks and instant coffee placed on the table.

The embalmer is actually a very sacred job, to organize the last appearance left in this world for the dead, to think that the deceased rest in peace and the living are relieved.

Only when you contact the corpse more often will you be considered ominous by ignorant people.

I admire them very much for breaking prejudice and serving the dead and the living.

Fortunately, Jiang Han was back soon, carrying a bag of medical supplies, and bought some food by the way: "Oh, has Pei Mu's bones been connected?"

He watched Bai Ji spray my wrist with analgesic spray, and then wrapped the splint and bandage around my wrist. He couldn't help but joke again: "Brother Bai is omnipotent, what else do you don't know?"

"I don't know much." I hurt my wrist and I grinned and answered, "I don't know how to be polite to the fragrance and jade."

About ten minutes later, although I finished my meal at home, at the invitation of Jiang Han, I still surrounded the dining table and ate and drank with them.

Only then did Jiang Han start to tell us what we need to pay attention to when working in a funeral home and our main tasks today.

In fact, there are many rules for working in a funeral home. Not to mention other departments, just talking about the embalmer. No matter what the circumstances are, as long as the deceased is present, the work of the deceased must be put first.

He said this is professional ethics, and one should respect the deceased. If a little negligence is taken, it will be retribution and affect future generations and never think of peace in the second half of his life.

Professional ethics is the main thing. If it is mysterious later, it is probably the leader who wrote the article to scare them.

It is a good thing to be respectful in your heart, and work can be completed better.

"You are mainly concerned about the morgue today, and it is also on the second floor. There is a doorkeeper at the door at the morgue. If there is no body, you will stay at the door. If there is a body, you will go down to the first floor to register and then transport the body to the morgue on the second floor for leave."

While Jiang Han was whispering the juice from the crayfish shell, he sipped the body with his face without changing his color.

I had no intention of listening at all, and my left hand was quietly touching the plate containing the crayfish.

Before his hand could touch the edge of the plate, Bai Ji directly slapped it off with chopsticks.

He glared at me and pushed the roasted vegetables without peppers in front of me.

It can be said that it is very sluggish.

"So we will stay in the morgue all the time?" Bai Ji glanced at me again, and saw me picking up the roasted enoki mushrooms and sending them into my mouth, so he started to talk to Jiang Han's serious topic.

It's exactly the same as Jiang Han.

When Bai Ji didn't see me, he tried every means to avoid meeting me. When he first met, he still had to rush to escape.

After seeing me for a while, he began to take care of me carefully and even if he wanted to steal a crayfish, he would knock on the back of his hand.

He is not only contradictory, he is just like schizophrenia.

"Of course not." Jiang Han peeled a crayfish and deliberately swayed it in front of me, put it in his own mouth with smugness, "Just look at it, according to Pei Mu's usual sleep trial habits."

"That's better." Staying in the morgue all the time, let alone causing any psychological shadows, there are large freezers in that place, and even the body cannot bear it.

Jiang Han wore disposable gloves full of red oil and picked up a skewers to eat: "There is no way. Our leader must have gotten off work early in the morning when he is afraid of death. I recommend you to come again, so I asked me to receive you. We are all friends. If I ask you to do this and that, like my employer, we will be too unauthentic."

I always feel that Jiang Han is not as careless as he looks on the outside. To be honest, he has some brains inside.

I actually meant that I didn't ask us to do anything.

You can't do whatever you want just because you are a friend and do what you should do, otherwise he will not be able to explain to his leader.

Bai Ji and I looked at each other and knew each other well.

At half an hour, Jiang Han went to work, and we had almost finished our meal. He began to clean up the end of the table: "I'm quite nervous."

The first time Jiang Han experienced a strange thing was the night I spent with me in Room 302, Fangxin Apartment.

According to his words, he had experienced it, but he had not experienced it completely. Even though something terrifying happened, he had not seen anything.

The most ridiculous thing is that I woke up after sleeping in the haunted house. Not only did I get a headache when I opened my eyes, but I was full of police officers.

He said this time I don’t know if I can be lucky enough to see what the ghost looks like in front of me who will be haunted in a haunted house.

"It's a little different from what you see in the ghost movie." I have seen a formed ghost with my own eyes, a big white face, a child ghost, and a Zhoushan locust tree ghost. "Ghosts are not necessarily female ghosts, they don't all have big white faces disheveled, nor can they wear white robes."

Jiang Han stopped what he was doing, sat down and looked at me with interest: "What else?"

"They all maintain their appearance before death. The black shadows seen in Fangxin's apartment should be because those people were broken and mixed into the stone bricks after death, and they couldn't be formed."

Jiang Han nodded and laughed: "Even after experiencing 302, I, an atheist, still don't believe it unless I let me see it with my own eyes today."

After saying that, he looked at me meaningfully and smiled: "Everything a haunted house will be haunted. Pei Mu, don't be unfair today."

We all regarded this as a joke, but Bai Ji pulled down his face very seriously: "It's better to see you."

"Dong!"

The door outside was suddenly knocked vigorously. While I was shocked, I saw that Bai Ji had already stood up.

"Don't be nervous. It's probably because the morgue people went down to pick up the body. Recently, there was not enough staff. At this time, the security guards were patrolling outside and asked me to go out to help." Jiang Han took a few tissues to wipe his hands, "Do you want to go with me and take a look at the morgue?"

Since I'm here to work, of course I have to go and have a look.

We nodded and followed Jiang Han down to the first floor.

The body was pulled in an ambulance, and followed by two traffic policemen, and it seemed that they were killed in a car accident.

The body was covered with white cloth, which was stained with blood, and blood dripped from the stretcher from time to time.

At the same time, there was a man with gauze wrapped around his head. The wound was probably treated simply in the ambulance, and his body was covered with blood. It was hard to tell whether it was his own or the corpse.

After a simple registration, the man with injuries on his head said that he would store the body in the funeral home for a few days, and asked the mortician to put on makeup early the day after tomorrow to try his best to repair the deceased's appearance in his life.

After a while of busyness, the traffic police left with the man with the wounded on his head. Only then did I notice that the person who took the body was a middle-aged man.

He is about fifty years old, with dark skin and medium figure. On the two deep dark circles, there are a pair of scattered eyes with sunken eye sockets.

It’s not that I laughed at his appearance, nor that I meant to belittle him.

This is the most dead fish eye of all the people I have ever seen.

"Uncle Tong, the old rules are so broken that I can't work, so save it first." Jiang Han said to Uncle Tong who was carrying the body, took us upstairs, and briefly explained the situation to us. "The body has just passed away, the blood has not completely solidified, and the body has not been stiff yet. It must be stored in the refrigerator for a period of time so that it is easier to do things."

I can understand this. If death in a car accident occurs, the situation leads to death in serious cases, and the body generally cannot remain intact.

It would be fine if a car collided. I saw from the news that the limbs crushed by a large truck turned into a pool of mud. I am afraid that no matter how skilled the embalmer is, it will not be able to repair it well.

Looking at the white cloth in the cart, you can still see the shape of a person. I guess it was because the vehicle was seriously injured after the collision.

Tick ​​ticking, as the flatbed cart moved, a red blood mark was left on the ground.

I can be said to be commonplace with ghosts, but the impact of the corpse on me was the first time the girl was sitting in a sedan chair.

"Uncle Tong, these two are sleeping testers invited by the unit. Recently, our funeral home is not peaceful. The leader invites two masters to come and see." Jiang Han then remembered to introduce us. When we had already walked to the morgue, "I will ask you."

Uncle Tong was about to push the body into the morgue, but after hearing Jiang Han's words, he looked up at us.

A little impatient and a little resistant, his eyes were turbid and lacked brilliance, and his body emitted a strong smell of smoke. It seemed like an old smoke gun.

After a while, he resumed his movements: "What should be done and what should not be done, weigh it yourself."
Chapter completed!