On the day I left school, I knocked all the relatives in the hospital to death

"The funeral home must report the corpse to the Special Investigation Bureau if it destroys it. However, as for the situation at the bottom of the lake, we have to go there first and take a look before making a decision based on the situation."

After Zhang Lingchuan sealed the house with paper charms, he took me to get ready to go out.

"First take us to see the people who have been in close contact with the corpse."

Inside the funeral parlor, there was a mixed crowd.

Shen Qiu rushed over from the other end of the corridor, panting from exhaustion, her cheeks flushed.

Before she could catch her breath, she grabbed the director's sleeve and asked quickly: "Director, where is my master? Why can't I find her anywhere?"

At this time, the curator adjusted his glasses nervously: "Your master is a little uncomfortable and is in the warehouse."

Not feeling well? Go to the warehouse?

I was acutely aware that something was wrong.

Then he thought that Shen Qiu's master was an embalmer makeup artist.

So he blurted out: "Could it be that Shen Qiu's master was also the one who had close contact with that corpse?"

The curator gave Shen Qiu a troubled look before speaking with a mournful face.

"This is the second thing I want to tell you!"

Zhang Lingchuan's eyes fell on him: "Speak more clearly."

He walked up and down the dark corridor with his hands behind his back.

Finally he sighed deeply.

"It's hard to talk about this matter. Please just go and have a look with me."

The more vague he was, the more anxious Shen Qiu became.

"My master, she..."

The curator waved his hand: "Let's come together."

The backyard of the funeral home is in disrepair or is due to the evil spirit.

The lights along the road were all flashing.

The warehouse is on the first floor of the funeral home.

The further down you go, the colder it becomes.

The curator carried a flashlight and went all the way down.

Until we stopped in front of a huge iron door, the curator spoke tremblingly.

"That corpse is probably infected with an infectious disease."

"The people who carried the body, the people who examined the body, and the make-up artist were all infected with strange diseases that day!"

"First the skin on their hands began to ulcerate, and then abscesses grew on their bodies!"

Shen Qiu's eyes widened, and he rushed forward to knock on the door, but was stopped by the curator.

"Don't go, don't go!"

"Who knows if I might infect you if I get too close?"

Shen Qiu cried: "But my master is still inside!"

"People from the Special Investigation Bureau will come over to treat them in a moment. Don't go up and cause trouble!"

In fact, we have come all the way here, and we already know it in our hearts.

Zhang Lingchuan was not surprised by this.

He raised his head and looked at the dark iron door intently: "First call the headquarters of the Special Investigation Bureau and ask them to send an isolation vehicle to transport all the people here to the hospital of the Special Investigation Bureau without any contact. treat."

The curator nodded repeatedly, then walked aside to call the Special Investigation Bureau for help.

Zhang Lingchuan took me up.

"We have to destroy those poisonous corpses up there."

I asked in surprise: "What is a poisonous corpse?"

I've heard of all the inferi, walking corpses, and zombies, but I've never seen this poisonous zombie.

But Zhang Lingchuan said with a stern face: "This thing is particularly dangerous and very troublesome to deal with. Because its body contains highly toxic substances, once the poisonous gas spreads, it will pose a great threat to the safety of the surrounding residents."

I took a breath.

Kong Sanniang’s voice came from behind me: “Isn’t this turning people into weapons?”

"Oh, you two stayed in that room for so long just now. Are you okay? Do you want to go to the hospital for a check-up?"

Arriving at the door of the freezer room again, Zhang Lingchuan said softly: "It's okay. Fortunately, the corpses here were infected not long ago, so the poisonous gas will not be very deep."

"However, before processing, we still have to seal this place to ensure that the poisonous gas inside will not leak out."

He took out his mobile phone and called Liu Yanliang directly, asking him to bring in the sealing strip.

However, when Zhang Lingchuan did these things, he lowered his voice and spoke quietly.

It seems that he doesn't want others to know.

While waiting for Liu Yanliang's arrival, Zhang Lingchuan leaned at the end of the corridor and whispered to us about the origin of the poisonous corpse.

He said that he also learned it from ancient books.

The book says that during the war hundreds of years ago, hundreds of people fled for their lives to a place called Buzhong Village.

But that place is in a barren mountain, remote and isolated from the world.

Ordinary food is simply difficult to grow.

Fortunately, there lived a man named Duan Gong in the village who was good at calculating things.

He found a water source for the village and used Feng Shui to forcibly change the water supply, so that the barren Buzhong Village regained its vitality.

When the villagers had a headache or fever, they always asked him to help.

Therefore, Duan Gong was supported by the villagers and became the village chief. From then on, he became a highly respected person in the village.

I don’t know if Duan Gong has leaked too many secrets. His family is very small. He has been married for more than ten years and only has an only son.

What's even more bizarre is that his only son is ugly and stupid.

Duan Gong was worried about whether his son would live well in the future, and tried various methods to treat him, but to no avail.

Duan Gong loved his children so much that when he was dying, he helped his son marry a daughter-in-law, hoping that she could take care of his silly son.

In addition, Duan Gong specially found an auspicious day, organized a party in the village, and distributed his property to the whole village.

I just hope that they can take more care of this silly son after his death.

When talking about this, Zhang Lingchuan stopped and bent down to light a cigarette.

I listened with rapt attention and quickly asked him: "What happened next? How did it go?"

Zhang Lingchuan blew out a wisp of tobacco and smiled mockingly.

"That Mr. Duan has been calculating all his life and has revealed countless secrets to the whole village. But he has only forgotten that human nature is extremely complicated."

After he finished smoking, he continued the story.

After Duke Duan died, the people in the village did take care of the fool for a while.

But later, they discovered that the fool was really stupid.

His daughter-in-law went out to hook up with other villagers without telling him. However, the people in the village had already received the money donated by Duke Duan, and instead they coveted the property left by Duke Duan even more.

After a heavy rain, they put on masks, pretended to be bandits, rushed into Duan Gong's house and killed the stupid son.

Everyone in the village has been favored by Duan Gong.

But that night, for money, they killed the benefactor's son, divided his house, and took his wife.

He even opened his mouth and filled it with feces, fearing that his stupid son would complain underground.

Finally, throw the body into the pit.

It is believed among the people that evil spirits are most afraid of dirty things.

As long as the dead are thrown into the pit, they will never be reincarnated.

But who could have expected that Duan Gong's stupid son could turn into a poisonous corpse in the cesspit!

I felt extremely uncomfortable hearing this.

My mind was filled with Zhang Lingchuan's last words.

"No matter how poisonous the corpse is, how can anyone's heart be evil?"