Secret Talent At The Beginning, Burning Corpses Can Make You Stronger

Chapter 91 Another Mosquito Died

As the sun set, four officers on duty arrived, waiting at the door of the crematorium to pick up Bingmasi's body.

The four of them murmured and didn't know what they were talking about.

Seeing this, Qin He walked over, firstly out of curiosity, secondly, wanted to know the origin of the cremator with the scar behind the corner of his eye.

Qin He hasn't paid attention to this person for the past two days, so he doesn't know which crematorium it is.

"Boss, speaking of it, our crematorium has been quite peaceful except for Dilu's attack last time."

"That's necessary, Mr. Liu praised our Dongcheng corpse burning performance yesterday." Qin He approached, and heard Ling Zhonghai say cheerfully, patted his chest.

"What are you talking about?" Qin He asked.

Seeing that it was Qin He, the four of them consciously stepped aside. Xu Changshou said, "We're talking about what happened in the other two cities that burned corpses recently."

"What happened to the crematoriums in the other two cities?" Qin He was a little surprised.

"Qin He, don't you realize that our crematorium has been too quiet recently? A while ago, every day was Christmas Eve, and the corpses stopped throwing people away. Other crematoriums are envious of us." Li Tie said.

Qin He smiled, this is no nonsense, the black snake that was condensed from resentment and bad luck absorbed by the crematorium was slaughtered by himself with a kitchen knife, the cremators can keep the yang energy, naturally it is not so It's easy to get into trouble.

Then add your own merits and virtues, and you can suppress any kind of ominousness. It is really not as easy as before for this crematorium to get a corpse.

Of course, only Qin He knew about this, and he wasn't interested in revealing it, so he said, "Maybe...the corpses we got here were not so vicious."

"Oh~ you can't say that."

Ling Zhonghai waved his hand, and said: "You may not know that the soldiers and horses in the five cities are all randomly assigned to send corpses. It doesn't say which crematorium is more vicious, and which crematorium is not vicious. The previous paragraph There were too many dead people in the two crematoriums in the west and north at that time, and they deliberately stuffed us with a lot of difficult corpses, but what happened, our crematorium still has Christmas Eve every day."

At the end of the speech, Ling Zhonghai was already full of arrogance.

In this kind of thing, as the head of the duty officer of the crematorium, he has a bright face. When encountering a gathering of soldiers and horses from the five cities or something, the voice can be louder.

"If you put it that way, that's really cool." Qin He grinned, paused and asked again: "Then what, what's the situation with the crematoriums in the west and north cities?"

This kind of thing will be spread among the subordinate staff of the Bingma Division. Ordinary people don't like to remember this kind of thing. The cremators are all refugees and beggars from outside, and no one cares about their lives.

Not to mention the few people in the crematorium, even the tens of thousands of deaths in the refugee camps, no one will mention it after two days.

So Qin He didn't know the situation of the crematoriums in the other three cities.

"It's terrible."

Xu Changshou shook his head directly, and said: "First, the crematorium in Beicheng, two or three people died a day, and they couldn't be shaken. In six or seven days, the entire crematorium changed people. Finally, the crematorium in Beicheng quieted down, and the west city came again. , Two people died a day, two people died in a day, seven or eight days passed, and then another crop. This capable cremator almost died."

"So miserable?"

Qin He's mind instinctively flashed the faces of Tao Dayong, Li Ergou, and Tian Mancang.

It was the last time when the cremation hall was recruited, the three cremators in the other three cities were considered as capable as their respective cremators.

No one said goodbye when the partners broke up, because no one except Qin He knew if they had a tomorrow.

Never thought that we would never see each other again so soon.

"In this troubled world, when will you be tall?" Gao Linkun couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

Several people looked at each other, shook their heads and sighed, even the arrogance on Gao Linkun's face disappeared.

After all, Dongcheng Crematorium has nothing to be thankful for.

The corpse stopped attacking people, but Di Lu attacked the Dongcheng crematorium.

Eight cremators died in one night. If Gao Linkun and the other three hadn't run fast, they would have become the souls of Di Lu's sword.

Just as he was talking, Qin He noticed a person walking not far away.

His face was an unhealthy blue-gray, and there was a scar behind the corner of his left eye, extending all the way from the corner of the eye to behind the ear, sharp and thin, as if a gust of wind could blow him down.

"Is there something wrong?"

Ling Zhonghai also saw this person approaching and asked.

"Master, will it rain tomorrow?" Jian Shou asked timidly.

Ling Zhonghai was obviously stunned for a moment, and when he realized it, he said speechlessly: "How do I know it won't rain tomorrow? It hasn't rained in this capital city for half a year. If there is something wrong with you, ask this."

"Oh, I'm a little sick." The pointed and thin man rubbed his hands together.

"Huh?" Ling Zhonghai was stunned, and the remaining three people looked at each other unconsciously.

"Go back to the room, the corpse will come later." Ling Zhonghai waved to him impatiently.

"Okay."

The thin man nodded hurriedly, but stopped when he was about to turn around, suddenly pointed at Ling Zhonghai and said, "Guy, don't move."

"what?"

Ling Zhonghai was stunned again.

At the moment when he was stunned, the thin man stepped forward and slapped him on the face.

There was a "snap".

Loud and crisp.

Everyone: "..."

Qin He: "Eh?!!"

"mosquito."

The pointed and thin man smiled, and at this time his palm was spread out, and there was a dead mosquito with blood on it.

"You...you dare to hit me?!"

Ling Zhonghai covered his face and immediately went into a frenzy, pointing at the skinny man and pulling out the knife, "I'll hack you to death, you bastard! You dare to hit me~!"

"Don't, boss!"

"Head can't!"

Li Tie and Gao Linkun were taken aback, and hurriedly grabbed Ling Zhonghai and dragged them back.

"Let go of me, I'm going to hack him to death!"

"Head, calm down, calm down!~, he is also a fool~!"

"You can't be as knowledgeable as a fool, otherwise people will think that we are also fools!"

"You can't chop the cremator."

Ling Zhonghai struggled hard, but failed in the end, and was dragged and dragged into the duty room.

Qin He: "..."

Xu Changshou: "..."

"It's true that there are mosquitoes, I'll go first." The thin man turned around in fright and fled, returning to Room 18 and closing the big iron door with a bang.

"Boss, you calm down, maybe you are more attracted to mosquitoes."

"Fuck your mother, where are the mosquitoes coming from in the late autumn cold dew!"

"He is provoking me!"

In the duty room, Ling Zhonghai roared again and again.

"We don't need to use a knife, it's not cost-effective, just stuff him with a corpse."

"Yes, get the three most vicious corpses for him, and keep him dead tomorrow."

Li Tie and Gao Linkun tried their best to persuade them.

"Four! Put four, I want him to die, I want him to die!"

Ling Zhonghai roared extremely angrily, he couldn't stand it, why was he always the one who got hurt.

What happened to this crematorium, 100% slapped in the face or something?

Anyway, he is also a small leader, shameless?

You don't slap someone in the face, it hurts your self-esteem!