"Yinza? Have you encountered Yinza? It didn't catch you!" Fang Yuan said with a smile. It was obvious that she didn't believe what I said.
Forget it if you don’t believe it, it seems it’s not time to show off with her yet. Although I met a living ghost with me last night, I can see that Fangyuan is still more inclined to materialism. At least, she should not
I believe that living people and ghosts will have relatively close interactions. For example, in the cafe just now, I calmly complimented the pretty girl at the front desk that the ghost is beautiful, and she also praised Mr. Wu that I am handsome, just like chatting with acquaintances.
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"You didn't rest last night, okay? You just took a shower, why don't you go get some sleep." I took the opportunity to change the topic.
"No, I still have to go to work to write a report. By the way, are you free in the evening?"
"Uh... there should be." I said, the situation last night was abnormal. Under normal circumstances, there wouldn't be so many abnormal deaths.
"My dad said he wants to treat you to dinner."
"Ah? Your dad?" I was confused. How did the old man know about me?
"It's settled," Fangyuan said very domineeringly, "Come to my community at six o'clock in the evening. You have been here before, so you know where it is."
"Eat it at home?" I was even more confused. Are you so familiar with her? I've only known her for a day!
"The food at home is clean, and my dad cooks it himself. Don't forget, bye!" After finishing speaking, Fangyuan hung up the phone.
I'm a little confused as to whether it's a blind date...
No, Fangyuan is so good-looking and has a good family background, how could she fall in love with me?
Forget it, don’t think about it anymore, maybe it’s just a simple meal.
Looking at the time, it was already half past two in the afternoon. I wonder if the protective windows at home have been installed. I was about to call Feng Jiajia when a familiar number called.
"There was a car accident at the intersection of North Ring Road and Mining Street. He is dying. Please go over there."
"Who are you?" I asked with a frown. The person on the other end was a woman, but she was using the landline phone number of our team's office.
"Damn! Didn't you remember me just after drinking coffee?" the other party complained.
"...Master Bai? Why did you run into our convoy again?"
"Those little brothers of yours have gone out and no one answered the phone, so I have no choice but to help others!" Xie Xin'an said with a smile.
She is really quite leisurely.
"Copy that, I'll be right over."
"Are you free tonight? Have a meal with me."
"Uh... I have an appointment tonight." I said, what's the big deal? They all want to treat me to dinner!
"Yo! Who asked you on a date?"
"A forensic doctor named Fangyuan." I said, Xie Xin'an may not have met her.
"Then let's eat together, just sauce." After Xie Xin'an finished speaking, she hung up the phone.
I'm confused again, how can we eat together? Take Xie Xin'an to Fangyuan's house?
Someone kindly invited me to dinner, but I brought a ghost there. It was a bit inappropriate...
Forget it, my head hurts just thinking about it, I’ll talk about it later, I’ll be busy with work first.
I drove to the North Ring Road. It was a tragic car accident scene. A fully loaded garbage truck ran over a young man riding a will-o'-the-wisp and crushed him into pieces. The mother of the deceased had already arrived at the scene and was kneeling on the ground crying.
I comforted her a few words, and then asked if I could collect her son's body. The mother's emotions were a little out of control, and she didn't know what she was talking about. I had to ask the patrol officer present, and after getting permission, I restrained myself.
The body was signed, bagged, and taken away.
When I returned to the funeral home and sent the body to the morgue, I saw the undertaker pushing Liao Xin's body out for plastic surgery. He opened the bag, looked at my new body, frowned and said, "Push it over too.
Come on, I can handle it together."
The undertaker needs a qualification certificate. He is the only one in our funeral home. He is responsible for the remains of all corpses. However, I still don’t know his name (I heard it is a taboo, so I can’t ask). Everyone else calls him
His old king.
I also pushed the new corpse into the remains room, on a first-come, first-served basis, and put it aside to queue up. Lao Wang put on gloves and a mask and prepared to perform "operation" on Liao Xin.
I thought about it, went to the ATM next to the finance office of the funeral home, withdrew 10,000 yuan, put it in an envelope, and returned to the funeral room.
"Lao Wang, this Liao Xin is my friend. Please give me some advice. The family asked me to pass it on to you." I smiled and stuffed the envelope into the pocket of Lao Wang's white coat. Lao Wang
Liao Xin was sewing with needle and thread, and his gloves were all oily. He couldn't refuse, so he refused verbally and accepted it.
After all, Father Liao gave me so much money, so I had to give Lao Wang the top of this ten thousand yuan (which was a lot), otherwise I would feel uneasy.
Back to the team office, Xie Xin'an was no longer here. Only the other driver, Li Ziyang, was sleeping on the sofa. I didn't disturb him and went to the shade of the yard to call Feng Jiajia.
Jiajia’s father has arrived from the next city and is staying with her at home. The protective windows have been installed. I asked her dad when he was leaving because I might go back later in the evening and I was worried that Jiajia would be scared at home. Feng Jiajia
He said, "Dad won't leave tonight and will go back tomorrow."
"Oh, uncle...where does he live?" I asked. Jiajia is so old, she can't let her father sleep with her, no matter how good the relationship is.
"Let's stay in a hotel outside."
"Living outside? It's no different than if he left," I said with a smile, "Well, let uncle sleep in my room at night."
"Then what do you do?" Jiajia asked.
"I'll go to my classmate's house to sleep one night."
"But……"
"Stop it, it's settled, stay with your dad."
"Yeah, thank you, brother!"
After making the call, I cleaned up the Cadillac's cabin and deliberately checked to see if there were any words on the inner wall. The will-o'-the-wisp boy who died unfortunately probably had no grievances to speak of, so he did not leave any writing on the inner wall: "May Heaven"