May be I asked too much, Zhang Sanfen a little impatient.
He said, "Zhao Fei is the one who asked you to collect the body, so ask him if you have anything." Xiao He ah, not I say you, but I pay you every month, you have to share my troubles, not every day to give me trouble."
This guy, I can't believe he lectured me.
I'm a little frustrated. Okay.
Take people's money, remove the disaster for people.
We can't talk about eliminating the evil, but it's normal to share his troubles.
See the boss cheap Xi Xi ready to go back to sleep, I find director Gu borrowed a broom ready to clean up.
When I met Director Gu, I also casually asked how the matter was handled just now.
Director Gu said, don't mention it.
Is that the mistress and the man who cheated and played with women's feelings want to be together, gave the original prescription under the sleeping pill.
This guy has major depression, can't sleep every night, has to rely on sleeping pills to help him sleep.
However, two people did not expect that the original prescription regularly took such drugs, and already had resistance.
The dose wasn't enough. He passed out. He didn't die. It was then taken to the funeral home for cremation.
I tutted and said: "That boy looks so good, I didn't expect to be able to do this."
"Where are people?"
Gu said: "The police took away, after all, it is an attempted murder case."
After that, Director Gu looked at Zhang Sanfen's disappearing back and whispered: "Xiao He, is the boss fighting with someone again?"
"Xiao He, I tell you, you talk to the boss, you can persuade him more in the future, you can move your mouth, try not to do it."
"Because of the fight last month, I lost more than 700,000 yuan." If he keeps fighting, the funeral home's income won't be enough for him."
I smiled and said, "Director Gu, don't worry, the boss has plenty of money." Look what he's driving today, this car alone is worth over a million dollars."
Gu director angrily said: "nonsense! Even if you have money, you can't do whatever you want!"
"Fight every day, if one day is beaten by someone, the pain is not still yourself?"
"Well, just take my words with you. I have to get people off work."
Look at the time. It's almost 6:00.
The funeral home staff started packing up to leave.
I said goodbye to Director Gu, but I was thinking in my mind.
About the boss, Director Gu doesn't seem to know very clearly.
He didn't know how well the night shift paid for the funeral home, and he probably didn't know how capable the boss really was.
When I was thinking about it, I heard Zhao Fei's voice outside.
This guy gets things done fast, black dog blood, pig iron scraps, red beans, and a full tank of gasoline.
I told him to move everything to the Wrangler's trunk, and then I asked Zhao for an address.
Suddenly seeing Xiao E following Zhao Fei, I crouched down in front of her and said, "Xiao E, my brother needs your help, okay?"
With a wary look on his face, Zhao Fei said: "Little brother, don't let the child get involved in this matter again."
I glared at him and said, "What are you thinking?"
"The child does not need to go, but must borrow some blood." He's the father, after all."
Small MOE timid very, hiding behind Zhao Fei always dare not appear.
Or Zhao Fei said, just put out his hand to let me take a drop of blood.
I took out a paper figure from my bag and smeared the blood on the brow of the figure. Then I said to Zhao Fei, "Zhao Fei, today, in the face of Xiao E, I will not care about you."
"But I put my words in front of me, and if you use this method against me in the future, don't blame me for turning around and denying people!"
After I finished talking, I got into the car and drove to Xiao 'e's house.
As I left, I glanced toward the funeral home's third-floor office to see if the boss cared about me.
But the curtains on the Windows were closed, and not a peep of light came through.
I can see the boss didn't give a shit about me tonight.
All right, well, we're working. Just do the dirty work yourself.
Small E's home is very biased, is a piece of the old community should be demolished long ago. The neighborhood is dirty and bad, and the street lights are broken almost 80%.
The dark corners smelled like urine or something rotten.
I parked outside and looked carefully for building 23.
As a result, this dilapidated community, even the number of the building was knocked down by the wind and rain.
I turned around twice, according to the arrangement of buildings and other number plate comparison, locked in this place.
This dilapidated building used to be occupied.
But then a terrible murder happened, and the last two families moved away.
I was looking at the dark stairs, nervous at the thought of a mutilated body chopped into seventeen or eight pieces.
At that time, I had a deep grudge against my boss.
This is not a fucking human job!
As soon as I'm done paying my debts, I'll jump ship. No! Change my career!
I'm going to work where the girls are!
As I thought, I muttered to myself.
Suddenly I heard a clang upstairs, as if something had fallen to the floor.
At that time, I was a shock, my God, it is not Ma Cong Jun this dude jumped up?
I opened my handbag, pulled out a metal spike, turned on my flashlight, and walked quickly upstairs.
This is my first time working alone, and I don't want anything to go wrong!
As soon as I got to the third floor, I heard a thin noise inside, like someone lying on the ground fumbling.
My mind immediately came to the scene of the mutilated body lying on the ground looking for eyes.
But I still gritted my teeth, kicked the door open, and there was a handful of pig iron crumbs thrown in the past.
Almost at the same time, I saw a bloated monster, turning its head sharply to look at me!
The beam of the flashlight swept past, I found that where is what kind of bloated monster, it is clearly a thin man, is carrying the tattered corpse ready to leave!
Seeing me enter the room, the man did not think twice, turned over and jumped out of the window.
I couldn't help crying out, and then I threw myself at the window.
This is the third floor!
Ordinary people jump from the third floor, can not say that they will be hurt, anyway, it is certainly not good.
Not to mention the guy's carrying a dead horse on his back!
At that moment, I was a little confused.
People do steal corpses these days, don't they? Or steal a corpse?
Thinking of this, I suddenly got angry from my heart and shouted: "Stop!"
At the same time, I threw black dog blood and gasoline and other things on the ground, carrying spikes also jumped from the third floor.
You stole the body. Where am I supposed to collect it?
Isn't that ruining your brand?