I walked towards the mirror at the door of the bathroom in confusion. Before I could reach it, the door of the bathroom opened, and a pale-faced man came out of it - the same man I saw through the crack in the door of the private room just now.
It must be a ghost. Judging from his wet hair and bulging belly, he looks like a drowned person, similar to Zhao Xi's death, but not as bloated as her.
I nodded slightly to him, but the white-faced man looked frightened, his eyes widened, and he stretched out his hands to strangle me!
"Presumptuous!" Xie Xin'an shouted, "This person is the new White Dragon Envoy! Don't make any mistakes!"
The white-faced man's claws paused in the air, not looking at Xie Xin'an (his sight was blocked by me), but moving his ears (it seems that ghosts have a more developed hearing system), slowly lowered his hands, and knelt down
He fell to the ground and said in a hoarse voice: "Your Majesty, White Dragon Envoy, please accept my obeisance."
I quietly took a step back, keeping a safe distance. Xie Xin'an stepped forward in three steps at a time, and pulled out her stick covered with white cloth strips from nowhere, and hit the white-faced man twice.
They were all hit on the shoulders, similar to the beating situation of Li Xiaotao. The white-faced man's shirt was burned on his shoulders, and the skin inside was burned with a "pricking" sound, but the wounds healed quickly - at a speed visible to the naked eye.
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I don't quite understand the scientific principle. Do ghosts' wounds heal quickly, or only ghosts injured by Xie Xin'an's stick heal quickly? It's similar to some kind of punishment. There is pain, but no pain.
Will cause substantial harm.
I don’t understand. Anyway, this white-faced ghost grinned for a long time after being beaten, and he didn’t dare to resist. After recovering from his wounds, he kowtowed to Xie Xin’an again, then stood up, retreated respectfully, and retreated into the second room next door.
Private room number.
"Who is he?" I asked.
"You don't have to worry about a blind thing." Xie Xin'an said casually. The stick she was holding in her hand was gone. I don't know where she hid it.
After a lot of trouble from the white-faced ghost, I forgot about looking in the mirror and followed Xie Xin'an downstairs. I drove my car and she drove hers, and we went back to the funeral home one after the other.
On the third floor, 305, Xie Xin'an's luggage had been packed. There were three large suitcases. I didn't know what was in them. I took the two suitcases down, thought about it, and put them in the back seat of her Audi.
If I use my Cadillac, it will occupy the space of the coffin in the trunk. If there is an emergency and I need to get out of the car, there will be no room to put the body.
Xie Xin'an came down with the last suitcase. There was no room in the Audi's trunk, so she had to put it in the back seat.
"You stay here, Xiaoling and I can go." Xie Xin'an reached out to me and asked for the key to my house.
"...Oh, okay." I still didn't know who Xiaoling was, so I gave her the key to my home.
When Xie Xin'an drove away, I looked specifically at the co-pilot, but there was no one there!
After she left, I went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. It was me in the mirror. I looked carefully and checked my facial features. Apart from being handsome, there was nothing special about me. Maybe I could see that Xiaoling when I got home from get off work in the evening. Already?
Back to the team duty room, it seemed to be very busy today. Several of them had left the car. I found a piece of paper and divided the plan I imagined in my mind to replace Li Xiaotao's body into several steps. I wrote it out according to the diagram to avoid
Mistakes occurred while taking action.
After I finished writing, Uncle Qin called me and said that the family of one of the newly transported corpses had come over in the afternoon and wanted to thank me "as usual".
I went to the backyard morgue. The deceased was a young man of eighteen or nineteen years old, wearing glasses and a school uniform. Before entering, Uncle Qin quietly told me that this was a senior high school student who committed suicide by jumping off the building due to too much study pressure (
Uncle Qin knew that it was "Master Bai" who brought it back. I don't know the situation, so I'll tell me again).
The family members were very sad and expressed their gratitude to me for transporting the body. The deceased’s sister, who had just entered high school, also came with her, crying like a ghost.
I quoted clichés and comforted the family members for a while. If you jump from a building, your limbs will inevitably be broken. I called and invited Brother Feng, the undertaker on duty today, and the two of them arranged the body together and restored it to a normal person. Afterwards, the family members
Each of us was given a red envelope. After the family members left, I opened it and counted it. There were odd parts and rounded parts. The total was 3033. The same was true for Brother Feng’s.
When it comes to funerals, odd numbers are all important, and this family knows it very well. Whether it is a single number or the sum of each digit (three three equals nine), it is always an odd number, and three and nine are both "auspicious".
I thought this amount was already very large, but Brother Feng was obviously used to this kind of treatment. He weighed the red envelope without taking it seriously, put it in his pocket, and went to wash his hands.
I didn't dare to take the money alone, so I gave Uncle Qin 1,033 yuan as a favor (he just helped me), and transferred another 2,000 yuan to Xie Xin'an. After all, she was the one who brought him back.
catch.
She accepted the clinker, and immediately transferred a sum of money to me. I clicked on it and saw, ten thousand?!
"What do you mean, leader?" I asked in my voice.
"Your probation period salary, weekly salary."
"...Did the underworld give it to me?" I asked in surprise. Do you still get paid for working for her?
"Yeah, the probation period is shorter, only 10,000. After becoming a full-time employee, the weekly salary is 18,000, and there will be bonuses every quarter."
Wucao! I didn’t expect that I could make so much money by doing a job. If I had known I would drive a hearse, my weekly salary would be 18,000 yuan, which is more than 70,000 yuan a month. Plus the bonus she said, I could make a million a year!
However, while I was excited, I couldn't help but be a little worried because the money came so easily.
I have a life to earn such a generous salary, but do I still have a life to spend...