I felt a cold sweat suddenly break out on my back!
Lord Bai!
Why did this guy come out in broad daylight? She was still wearing "human" clothes and dressed up like a female white-collar worker. No wonder her pointy little chin looked familiar to me just now. She changed her equipment.
Didn't even recognize it.
I was still a little scared of her, so I didn't dare to look back at her and kept walking forward. She must be looking for Uncle Qin when she comes here.
"Master Bai, rare guest, rare guest, please come in quickly, please come in quickly." After all, Uncle Qin was an old ghost, and he quickly calmed down his mood and welcomed him warmly.
I still didn't dare to look back, just like a ghost, taking small steps and quietly walking forward.
"No more, I'm looking for him." It was indeed the familiar voice from last night!
Everyone's voice is different, some are deep, some are high-pitched, some are soft and waxy, some are charming, but this Master Bai's voice is completely different from that of a normal person. How can I describe it? It's like a newly unearthed voice.
The sound of a record player from a hundred years ago.
The sound doesn't matter, the key is, does she sound like she's looking for me? Because the only living person present, except Uncle Qin, is me. In broad daylight, she has nothing to do, so she's looking for me?
"Xiao Wu! Why are you still going forward? Mr. Bai is looking for you!" Uncle Qin called me angrily.
I had to stop, slowly turned my head, and forced a smile: "Bai, Mr. Bai, hello."
Mr. Bai still had no expression on his face. He looked at me for two seconds and then said in a deep voice: "Are you free?"
I looked at Uncle Qin for help: How should I answer!
This old guy, with a look on his face that said "live" was drawn in the lottery of life and death, wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh, so he quietly retreated into the office, clicked, and locked the door.
I clearly noticed that Mrs. Bai's ears moved when the door was locked. The sunshine at noon was very strong. Her "body" looked no different from an ordinary living person. What was even weirder was that there was her shadow on the ground.
!
Didn’t it say that ghosts have no shadows?
Is it possible that Lord Bai, who frightened Uncle Qin and made Lao Zhou dare not look directly at him, is actually a human being?
"Hey! I want to ask you something!" Mr. Bai raised his chin.
"Oh, I'm free." I came back to my senses and replied. The nature of my job doesn't matter whether I'm free or not. As long as I don't leave the car, I'm free at any time.
"Let's talk about what happened last night?" Mr. Bai stepped on high heels and casually took two steps towards me. I just felt a powerful aura enveloped me instantly!
"...Okay, okay." I was a little incoherent. Her invisible aura made me suffocated and my whole body felt cold, as if the surrounding temperature had dropped by 10 degrees Celsius. From this point of view, she was not a human being.
I have never heard of any human being who practices some immortal magic or Taoist arts and can use themselves as air conditioning!
"Don't be nervous, I won't hurt you," Mr. Bai looked at my embarrassed look, raised the corner of his mouth and smiled slightly, "You are a virgin and full of yang energy, so you are more suitable for this line of work than Zhou Botong."
Hey? That’s amazing. You can even tell that I’m a virgin?
"Twenty minutes later, Yuantai Cafe will wait for you in Private Room 1." After Master Bai finished speaking, he walked to the door of the morgue with light steps, and walked directly in through the locked door!
Looking at her disappearing back, I couldn't help but swallow my saliva. It's a pity that she has such a damn figure. She's just a ghost. It would be great if she was a human being...
I know that coffee shop, it's on Yincheng Street, it seems, it's opposite the paper shop that caught fire last night. I heard that the coffee there is very expensive.
It's a bit strange. Aren't the ghosts all wearing ancient clothes and having a more old-school style? If I want to drink something, it should be tea. Why does Master Bai, Mao, like to drink coffee?
Back in the front yard, my boss and I asked for leave and told me to go back to the city. I was worried that I wouldn't be able to come back before 1 p.m., but the boss was generous and let me drive the hearse directly. If someone calls for a cab again, let me go directly.
, saving a waste of time - this is a treatment I did not have before when driving an ordinary hearse.
If the leader asks me to drive it, I will drive it. In fact, there is another advantage of driving this hearse, that is, you don’t have to worry about the parking space, you can park it wherever you want, and the patrol will never care about it. This little secret, Lao Zhou told me back then.
I.
Fifteen minutes later, I arrived at the cafe on Yincheng Street. Sure enough, it was opposite Xia Xiaohui's paper-burning shop. It was involved in a murder, and the fire scene was still cordoned off. However, perhaps because the case had been solved, there was no police patrol inside.
Most of the streets are for funeral businesses. Even at noon, it looks very gloomy and there are very few passers-by.
I parked the car and as soon as I entered the cafe, a young beauty came over and said, "Are you Ms. Xie's customer?"
"Thank you? No, I'm looking for Bai...Ms. Bai." I suppressed the words "Mr. Bai" that came to my lips.
The little beauty burst into laughter: "Master Bai, his surname is not Bai, but Xie, please come with me."
It turns out that she knows about Master Bai's existence. I was worried about scaring her just now!
The cafe was deserted. There were only a few seats on the first floor, and only a mother and her son were sitting by the window. The little boy was facing my direction. He looked like he was only 7 or 8 years old. He also saw me and looked expressionless.
He raised his little hand and waved slowly at me.
I suddenly became nervous because I had never seen a living person waving to someone like this! At this time, the young mother also turned her head in slow motion and looked at me with the same expressionless expression. I was afraid that she would also
He waved to me and quickly followed the little beauty to the second floor.
The stairs were a bit steep. The little beauty was walking in front of me. My eyes were just aligned with her ankles. I found that her calves and ankles were a little strange. They were as thick as the top and bottom. Her movements were very mechanical, as if they were two wooden sticks connected to her thighs and feet.