Chapter 80: Legacy

　　 "Are you asleep?"
"No."
　　 "Did you call me to sleep with you?"
　　 "Can't sleep."
"Oh."
　　 "How long have you lived?"
　　 "Two hundred years, but I have been lying in the coffin most of the time. In fact, I have calculated that it is less than twenty years since I spent my days outside."
　　 "How do you like your boss?"
　　 "Not very good, the little family is very angry."
　　 "I think so too."
　　 "Today, did he scold you?"
　　 "I did it wrong."
"Oh."
　　 "Actually, I have always been curious. What kind of person is the boss and the one you often say?"
　　 "What kind of person?"
"Ok."
　　 "Let's put it this way, if he changed position with your boss yesterday, he didn't have to wait for me to shoot, he would kill the puppet himself, and he wouldn't be afraid to expose anything, nor would he come up and ask me to do more business."
　　 "Oh, this way." Bai Yingying pondered for a while, and said: "Who likes this kind of life, doesn't he live long?"
　　 Tang poetry is silent.
"Actually, this boss has many shortcomings, and sometimes he is not man enough. He also looks forward to doing things. After doing it, he has always been thinking about it, but overall, in fact, it is okay. Everyone has a different life. Naturally, each person has a different personality.
　　 He likes to be more cautious, like a squirrel, likes to move things home, enjoy this accumulated feeling, and protect this feeling, because he used to come out from the orphanage, he originally had nothing. "
　　 "Can you understand him?"
"It's hard to understand, but seriously, I don't want to change myself like you are now. I like to play mobile phones, games, movies, and enjoy my life now, to make up for myself lying in the coffin. In the past two hundred years of shortcomings, the boss can still indulge and satisfy me in this respect."
　　 "Isn't it interesting to pursue a life without any waves?"
　　 "Not everyone is longing for passion and passion, everyone should have their own way of life, as long as they like it.
　　 Speaking from the bottom of my heart, sometimes I can see that the boss is also enduring himself, and I am also very worried that the boss can't help it and become the same person as you said in your mouth. "
"Scared?"
　　 "Afraid of it."
"People who have died once, what are they afraid of, and what else need to be afraid, he doesn't suit my taste, he looks very calm and gentle, but his bones are still full of little men's egoistic thoughts, only consider himself, To put it bluntly, it is selfishness."
　　 "The boss is okay."
　　 "Do you disagree?"
　　 "I don't agree, I know that my wife's merits have been handed to the boss after he went to hell, and he definitely said that he would dispose of me, but the boss has never done so.
　　 Moreover, I also know that because I am in the store, the ghosts coming to the store will be much less, and the boss has not drove me away. "
　　 "That's because he takes you as a pillow, he wants to sleep well at night."
　　 "A person willing to give up performance for sleep quality, is it not good?"
　　 Wen Yan,
　　 Tang Shi was stunned,
　　I don’t know how,
　　The figure who likes to sit in the sun in front of the nether shop in a chair appears in his mind,
　　 The sun shines on him,
　　 is like an old grandpa.
　　………………
　　No matter what, the problem of the faceless woman was at least temporarily solved. Now I just have to wait for the final result from Rongcheng.
Of course, this matter can be waited for, but there is no way to wait for the move. Xu Qinglang found a new address, near the South Street in the center of Tongcheng, which is regarded as the commercial center of the old Tongcheng people. The flow is high.
Zhou Ze received an invitation yesterday and attended the mourning meeting of Miss Liu. Zhou Ze was unclear why he had invited him. He did not plan to go, but after seeing the payment, Xu Qinglang strongly requested Zhou Ze Must go, because the shop he fancy is the property of Miss Liu's family.
　　It seemed wrong to discuss business with his family at the funeral of others, but in line with the principle of saving energy and saving energy, Zhou Ze agreed.
　　 Drive by the address on the invitation card, Zhou Ze found that this is not a funeral home, but a rural location, a villa built between fields.
　　 At this time, it is the season when rapeseed flowers are in full bloom. This villa is hidden in the sea of ​​flowers, giving a very cold feeling.
There were not many people coming, and four or five cars were parked at the door.
　　Zhou Ze got out of the car and walked in, saw Cui Yilang standing in the courtyard and several other horror story lovers associations, they stood together and whispered to the sky.
　　 No one greeted Zhou Ze, and no one came to collect the gifts. A few people were scattered there, like going out on a picnic.
　　 The appearance of this house looks no different from the three-storey residential house built in the rural area near Tongcheng, but after walking in, it was found that it was completely decorated in the style of Western Europe.
　　 up to the room beam, down to the tea table and tea cup, it makes people trance like walking into the background board of the English drama.
　　 The sound of music sounded at this time, not a common "sorrow", but Chopin's "Farewell", although it is said to be parting, but the tune is still much lighter than domestic sad music.
　　 Several women dressed in black yarn came downstairs, this is the host.
　　 A priest-looking man walked to the center with a Bible.
　　 Everyone gathered to share their grief together.
　　Zhou Ze pours a cup of coffee at the self-service counter next to it and sips it in a sip.
　　The domestic burial customs have been reformed in recent times, and can even be said to have been subverted. In most areas, burial has long been banned.
　　Mordering in the countryside means building a shed in front of your own courtyard. Some of them in the city just get a place in their own community or simply rent a place in the funeral home.
　　 This kind of western-style funeral was also the first time Zhou Ze met.
Zhou Ze remembered who had heard that there were many "funeral workshops" in some western countries. The first floor of his house was also used for normal life and rented out as a mourning site, as well as corpse collection and art services .
　　Looking at this place now seems to be in the same style, but in China, most people still cannot accept it.
　　At the link of looking at the forgiveness, everyone lined up one by one, the feelings were a little better, you can hold the coffin cover to talk, the feelings are a little worse, walk over to sigh and pretend.
When it was Zhou Ze's turn, Zhou Ze glanced into the coffin and found that Miss Liu was lying neatly in the dress, wearing a black dress, really like she was asleep.
What surprised Zhou Ze was that Miss Liu fell from upstairs in front of herself. No matter how you decorate it with words, there is no way to cover up the fact that her death was terrible, but Miss Liu’s appearance is very very It is exquisite and the recovery is very good.
　　 This made Zhou Ze think of the fact that when he died, the makeup artist holding an eyebrow pencil and applying a very impatient gesture to himself did not enjoy such treatment.
　　 The deceased can't make a bad comment, which is really unfair.
At the end of the obsession, everyone went to the side hall to eat, in the form of a buffet, but there was not much to eat, nothing more than some pastries and sausages and other foods, just serve as a mat for the afternoon tea mat, and it is impossible for you Drink a full meal here.
　　Zhou Ze pours himself a glass of wine, drank some, and then walked out of the side hall, he intends to find Miss Liu's previous family to talk about the rental of the shop.
Xu Qinglang said that he would pay for it for a year, and then Zhou Ze would pay him a monthly rent. This is also because Zhou Ze couldn't get so much money in a single breath. Just talk about the price.
　　 just found a circle, Zhou Ze did not find the family members who had previously appeared wearing black gauze, but saw the priest standing at the stairs and smoking a cigarette.
　　 When Zhou Ze walked by, the priest handed Zhou Ze a cigarette.
　　 The two men stood together, smoking a cigarette.
Father 　　 is not a foreigner but also a Chinese. He is about 30 years old and has some tender faces.
　　 didn't do any communication. After smoking, the priest walked away. Zhou Ze snuffed out the cigarette butt, and happened to see that there was a staircase leading down below.
　　 should be the basement.
　　Ordinary Chinese families generally do not have the habit of making a basement. With curiosity about this place, Zhou Ze still went down and saw the elevator inside. There was also a metal door beside the elevator.
　　 The door was open, pushed the door open, walked in, and felt the temperature dropped a lot.
　　 In front of Zhou Ze, there are two steel bed and a freezer, similar to the style of a hospital mortuary, but with some other equipment.
　　 gives people a feeling that this is the slaughterhouse.
　　 walked to the steel bed, Zhou Ze reached out and touched it. Here, it should be lying dead, and Miss Liu should have been lying here before receiving the last beauty of life.
　　 This is the beauty salon for the dead.
　　 "Sir, this is not open to the public."
　　 A young man in a gray suit stood at the door opening.
　　 Zhou Ze nodded apologetically, he was abrupt.
　　 "Where have we met?" Zhou Ze asked in an opening~EbookFREE.me~ because he thought the man was familiar.
　　 "Maybe, this is my business card. Of course, we don't want you to have the opportunity to use the phone above."
　　The young man handed Zhou Ze a business card,
The name "Chen Zesheng" is written on the business card, and the note is the director of Tongcheng Western-style Funeral Home.
　　 "Is the business good?" Zhou Ze asked.
　　 For a long time, people have come to ask Zhou Ze, "Is the business good?" Now Zhou Ze has finally found the opportunity to ask others.
　　 Of course, Zhou Ze also knew that when people asked themselves "whether the business is good or not", they actually thought:
　　 This shame actually opened a broken bookstore in this broken place.
　　 "A bit deserted, after all, not many people accept this funeral custom in China." Chen Zesheng smiled bitterly.
"Ok."
　　Zhou Ze finished asking, comfortable.
　　 "Right, the family of the deceased is on the second floor." Chen Zesheng reminded.
"Okay, thank you."
　　Zhou Ze left the basement.
　　 It was just that when Zhou Ze had just walked up the stairs, the hand holding the business card suddenly shook and looked down at the name on the business card again:
　　Chen Zesheng.
　　 It seems,
　　 The one who died with Liu on the second day,
　　 also surnamed Chen?
　　…………
　　 closed the metal door,
　　 The young man in a suit and leather shoes lay on a steel bed,
　　He reached out and rubbed his right face gently, his skin was already wrinkled and dry, and there was a green shaping potion flowing out.
　　He shook his head,
　　 sighed:
　　 "As soon as I died, the two makeup artists at home started to be lazy,
　　Go on like this, what can business do? "