Make-up corpse please be reserved!

"Hey, He Qianlin, I heard that the funeral home has a new curator, she's a woman, would you like to go and have a look?" The middle-aged cleaner in blue work clothes held a broom and asked poking at the door.

Seeing that He Qianlin, who had her back turned to her, just shook her head, she couldn't help being a little bored. She turned around and left with the broom, and said in a low voice, "Hmph, if you like corpses so much, let's hold them for the rest of our lives. What a crime."

The needle and thread in He Qianlin's hand paused slightly, and then lightly pierced into the skin of the person lying motionless on the iron bed as if nothing had happened.

In the quiet room, only the sound of 'creaking' skin being pulled by needles and threads can be heard.

"Is everyone here?" Wang Chunhua frowned, looked at the three people standing sparsely in front of him, then stretched out his hand to look at the personnel book in his hand, cleared his throat and said, "I'm the new curator, I'm It's called Wang Chunhua, and now the person I'm thinking of, step forward to make it easier to meet, assistant Liu Yan!"

A middle-aged woman in her 40s stroked her short hair around her ears, took a step forward, and nodded to the new curator in front of her with a flattering expression.

"Creation Chemical Gao Lei"

"Hello, curator." Gao Lei, who is in his 40s, touched his beer belly, took a step forward honestly, grinned, and the flesh on his face trembled and almost fell off.

"Cleaning Handyman Konan"

The person in the blue overalls took a step forward, bowed his body, and said with a smile, "Hi, curator!"

"Makeup artist He Qianlin" Wang Chunhua looked at the three people standing in front of her, and then at the extra person in the personnel list, frowning slightly.

Gao Nan, who was wearing blue work clothes, rubbed the corners of his clothes nervously. He blamed this Liu Yan. He didn't explain clearly, which made him think he was just taking a look. Unexpectedly, it was the curator who was counting the number of people. Thinking of this, Gao Nanchao Watching Liu Yan cast a complaining look.

The new curator looks like a little girl, and she doesn't know how her temper is. If she is so angry that she knows that she didn't call He Qianlin over, it will be bad if she loses her job. Thinking of this, she shrank her body and said softly : "Well, I just... went to call He Qianlin, but she was busy and refused to come!"

Who cares, anyway, if a dead fellow Taoist doesn't die a poor man, He Qianlin, that silent little girl, wouldn't sue her.

Wang Chunhua pursed her lips, looked at the three people in front of her, and shouted angrily: "I'll go find her, let's do our own things, the meeting is over!"

This dilapidated funeral parlor is really small enough. There are two funeral parlors in this city. This one was originally opened first. It was named Chengdong Funeral Parlor according to the region. It occupies a relatively small area and only has some basic equipment.

Later, another funeral parlor opened in the west of the city, which accommodated more corpses and was luxuriously decorated. It was said that people should enjoy five-star treatment even after death. Even the morgue was built according to the five-star standard. But the big bed was replaced by a freezer.

Looking at the funeral parlor I took over, the morgue is also densely packed like the drawers of a traditional Chinese medicine cabinet. There are only eighteen drawers when the number is full, six drawers on the first floor, and three upper, middle and lower bunks. There are fewer and fewer people here, and due to saving resources and opening up the flow, the natural manpower has gradually decreased.

Wang Chunhua went out from the back door of the office and on the left was an empty field, only the size of a basketball court. None of the previous ones.

On the left side of the open space is the only two-story building. The second floor is the staff dormitory, and the first floor is the resting place for family members. At this moment, there are two separate bungalows on Wang Chunhua's right hand side. Wang Chunhua moved her hands behind her back. An iron door was inlaid on red bricks. The cement on the bricks was almost peeled off. The red and white bricks made Wang Chunhua feel a little uncomfortable.

Looking up at the rusty iron door, there is a sign painted with white letters on a blue background. This sign is [-]% new, and it must have been replaced not long ago. There are only three words on it: cremation room!

Not this one, Wang Chunhua shook her head lightly, and walked towards another one-story house. This one-story house is a little different from the cremation room just now. There is no window in the cremation room, but this house has a big window. The glass was uneven, Wang Chunhua opened his eyes wide and stared for a long time, but couldn't see anything in the room.

Suppressing the uneasiness in her heart, she took a few steps forward, and she saw the open door. Wang Chunhua didn't know how to deal with the clear three words on the door. Those three words were: morgue.

Want to go in?I have been looking for it for so long, but I don't know how to tell her, is she willing?Wang Chunhua hesitated for a long time, then patted her head, and muttered in a low voice: "Oh, it's just a somewhat gloomy house, so why not be afraid of it!"

Wang Chunhua cleared her throat, raised her chest, raised her head and retracted her abdomen, clasped her hands, held her neck high, and stepped into the morgue without hesitation.

The thin figure with his back turned to him hesitated slightly, then turned around and stared straight at the person who came in.

Wang Chunhua only saw He Qianlin's eyes, a pair of eyes that were so clear that there were no impurities, and she looked straight into Wang Chunhua's heart like this, and an indescribable feeling arose inexplicably, as if a feather lightly He scratched Wang Chunhua's heart.

But this feeling is very slight, at least our Master Wang Chunhua ignored it directly, pointed to He Qianlin's mask and said: "Take off your mask and show me."

He Qianlin was taken aback, turned her head to look at the unsewn corpse, turned her head to look at Wang Chunhua in a daze and shook her head slightly.

"How dare you disobey my order?" Wang Chunhua raised her eyebrows and stepped forward with her hips akimbo. Just as she was about to slap He Qianlin with a slap in the face, her eyes shifted to the unrecognizable face. It disappeared, leaving only two dark holes facing Wang Chunhua.

Wang Chunhua only felt that Qi and blood rushed to her mind in an instant, she screamed, and before she could react, her legs carried her body, quickly rushed out of the morgue, and ran all the way to the back door of the office. Only then did he hold the corner of the wall and retch.

He Qianlin stared blankly at the whirlwind-like empty door, blinked, a little puzzled, but she turned around and took out the prepared special plasticine and gently pinched it, her long fingers twirling dexterously, but after a while Within a short time, a nose with a slightly collapsed nose bridge was formed. He Qianlin looked at the photo on the side, compared it, nodded slightly, and gently covered the two noses with the formed nose in her hand. In the dark hole.

"How can I be frightened by the dead appearance of these ordinary people? Come on, Wang Chunhua, what you see is just a skin. There is really no need to be afraid of a skin. Hmph, He Qianlin, do you think you won't give it to me?" Look at your true face, can't I see it?"

Wang Chunhua gritted her teeth and pounded on the wall, the white lime rustled down, almost fascinated Wang Chunhua's eyes, but after all, Wang Chunhua's feet walked towards her office without hesitation.

The so-called office is just a combination of two houses, one of which is the office for himself and his assistant, and the other is used as a hall to receive visitors.

"The curator's is really beautiful. I, Gao Lei, have never seen such a beautiful woman in my life. It's the same as those stars on TV, but the butt is not big. Alas, what a pity!"

(⊙_⊙), who is talking?Wang Chunhua stopped and listened.

"You said she was so beautiful, how could she come to such an unlucky place as the funeral parlor?"

As if praising her beauty, Wang Chunhua straightened her clothes and smiled alluringly.

"Don't ask this kind of question, everyone understands"

(⊙o⊙) I know what it is called, but I don’t understand it, so tell me quickly!

Wang Chunhua waited for a long time, only heard footsteps and thought, but there was no movement in the office, isn't that an exaggeration?It's really boring. I can talk about my beauty for three days and three nights. Who are these people? Just say one word and it will be gone!

Wang Chunhua entered the office door with a dark face, and Liu Yan stood up hurriedly, poured a cup of hot tea and handed it over, and said with a smile: "Curator, our financial revenue is completely beyond our means, if this continues, we will not even be able to pay our wages." Released!"

"What can you do?" Wang Chunhua was still in a trance, and the face without a nose and a pair of clear eyes kept flashing in his mind.

Liu Yan flashed her light and said with a smile: "Director, I see that the funeral parlor in the west of the city has opened a small shop by itself, selling some incense candles, wreaths, talisman paper and so on. I think we can also follow suit! "

Wang Chunhua blinked, suddenly thought of something, opened her eyes wide, and looked at Liu Yan: "Where do I live at night?"

Liu Yan was taken aback, thinking that Wang Chunhua had seen through her tricks, and really wanted to make excuses, who knew that the style of painting would change too quickly!He hurriedly said, "Of course you live in a room alone! I've already tidied up the room!"

Wang Chunhua pursed her lips, looked at the pale sky outside the window, and suddenly looked at Liu Yan and said, "Let He Qianlin and I share a room, and you live in a room alone!"

Liu Yan was slightly taken aback, looking at Wang Chunhua's somewhat pale face, she understood in her heart that the curator was very young, and he looked only in his early twenties, presumably there must be some connections in the family, so he bought some royal meals , but after a trip to the morgue, I was scared out of my wits. Although I was a little disdainful, but I was able to experience the curator's treatment and live in a single room, Liu Yan readily agreed.

Seeing that Wang Chunhua's complexion improved a bit, Liu Yan asked while the iron was hot: "Then about opening a canteen..."

"You can figure it out yourself!" Seeing that the goal was achieved, Wang Chunhua responded very casually, and smiled happily, hehehe, He Qianlin, if it's really you, do you think you can escape from my palm!