Maoshan Ghostbusters

The ugly woman urged, "Come on, quickly expose the talisman. I can't wait, I want to see my son come alive."

The old man coughed twice, grabbed the little monster, and pulled it aside.

"Hey, kid, I have something to tell you."

The three corpses present immediately stared at the old man, and the little monster said sharply, "What's the matter?"

The old man felt embarrassed and had to lower his voice and put his mouth to the ear of the little monster.

"Little friend, I want to discuss something with you."

The little monster was startled, "Huh? Discuss with me? What can you discuss with me?"

Although the old man squeezed his throat to speak, the little monster's voice was too loud, and the three corpses present heard it, and expressions of surprise appeared on their faces immediately.

The ugly woman said angrily, "Old thing, what are you going to do?"

The old man happily, still pulling the dazed little monster and stepping aside. The old man said nothing to the ugly girl, but when he pulled the little monster aside, he immediately attached it to its ear and whispered, "My kid, don't tear off the talisman on the corpse's forehead."

"why?"

The little monster doesn't care what the old man's expression is now, the old man's panic and cold sweat, from its point of view, only more interesting.

"Can't tear it."

"why?"

"Hey, let me be honest. I am on duty tonight. So far, three corpses have survived. If another one is alive, the scene is bound to be more difficult to clean up. When dawn comes, if all four corpses are gone, I really can’t do business anymore. My dear, good job, please."

At this time, the expression on the old man's face was even worse than crying. His bitter pleading was only exchanged for a grinning laugh from the little monster.

"Bad old man, your work is yours. Does it have anything to do with me? Why should I take your feelings into consideration?"

The old man was choked, but the little monster didn’t seem to have anything wrong with his words. It’s not his distant relative. Why should he look at his face? Although the old man is the guard of the duty room, now he doesn’t count. You have to listen to this little monster and the three corpses. The four of them are the real uncles.

The ugly girl said angrily, "Children, what do the old things do?"

The little monster sneered, "The old man doesn't want me to reveal the talisman on your son's forehead."

At this time, all three corpses present were bombed.

The old man stamped his feet with anger, "I said kid, what did you do? How did you tell it?"

The little monster sneered, "Old stuff, you are not relatives to me, why should I hide them for you?"

The ugly woman grabbed the old man by the collar and picked it up.

"Old thing, I said you are pulling the kid with a mysterious secret, what are you going to do? After a long time, you are not allowed to tear off the talisman on my son's forehead. Tell me, what is your heart? "

The old man was strangled so much that he had to tell the truth, "Big girl, you can't be too selfish, and you can't be a ghost. The three of you are now dead and sent to the morgue. As the saying goes, what mountain top to sing? What song, since you are here, you should obey the rules here."

"Old stuff, are you tired of your life? How dare to tell us the rules? What I hate most from birth is the rules."

The ugly woman’s husband was so angry that her facial features moved, and rushed over, grabbing the old man to fight, but was stopped by the ugly woman, "husband, don’t hit him, I’ll ask him." Then, she inserted the one An ugly face of iron drill faced the old man, and said viciously, "Let's talk about it, old immortal, what **** rules you have in the morgue, I want to know."

The old man stammered and said, "The dead bodies in the morgue are counted. I count them every day before going to work, and again when I get off work. If the number is less, I can’t explain to the hospital. You see, today When I went to work that night, the number of corpses was still eight. All three of you were alive. Now there are five corpses lying on the bed. I can’t explain this anymore. If you tear off your son’s forehead again Fu, that means one more life, that is to say, one less corpse. Big sister, it won’t work."

The ugly girl was in the mist at first, but didn't understand. When she understood what the old man was talking about, she suddenly became ugly, picked up the old man and fell heavily on the iron bed nearby. After all, it was an iron bed. The old man fell down and was half dead. He was so painful that he couldn't even yell. He curled up and rolled on the bed for a long time.

"Old stuff, you are really selfish. Now, our top priority is to quickly find out the truth of a series of cases, how we have to die. But you old bastard, you only care about your bad job? I ask you, Is it important to find out the cause of our death or is your work important?"

The old headache was too painful to speak, so he stretched out his hand and gestured, but his index finger was pointing at himself.

The ugly woman immediately understood the old man's meaning, waved her iron fist, and smashed it down like rain.

"Old beast, you bastard, tell you to disregard our life and death, and see if I don't kill you, and ask your hospital nurse to count the corpses tomorrow morning, you will surely guarantee another one."

Watching the old man being beaten, the little monster laughed triumphantly, "Fight! Beat hard! This selfish old man, he patronizes his work and doesn't think about you, he should fight."

"Don't, big girl, don't hit me. Please, my old bone can't hold you a few hits."

When the ugly girl heard the little monster roaring, regardless of the old man's pleading, she fought more vigorously, until she smashed the old man with a bruise and swollen face, she stopped talking.

The girl couldn't stand it a bit, and quickly pulled the ugly woman aside, "Auntie, the old man is all rushing for seventy people. If you beat him like this, you will really kill him."

The ugly girl sneered, "It's good to be killed, we just have another companion. Even if you are alive, your old thing has no contribution to society. It is better to die. It also saves the country's funds."

The girl persuaded, "Forget it, everyone will stop for a while. Didn't we say that we are going to tear off the talisman on my cousin's forehead and ask the truth? The most important thing now is the truth."

The ugly girl nodded, "Yes, kid, I'm sorry to trouble you."

The little monster nodded, clicked, and jumped onto the morgue bed where the ugly daughter's body was lying.

The old man saw the little monster leaning down, reaching out to tear the talisman, and immediately stretched out one hand, and said with difficulty, "My kid, don't tear it."

When the ugly girl heard this, she rushed back, raised her fist, and hit the old man's left cheek. The old man snorted and collapsed to the ground. Then the ugly girl waved at the little monster, "Tear it! Leave him alone."

The little monster reached out his hand and patted the fleshy face of the corpse, then brushed the floor, tearing off the talisman.