Vol 2 Chapter 1: Two funeral homes

【Ford Funeral Home】
It was close to midnight, and Ford and his accountant were still in the office, anxiously processing the stacked files.
"Look for a chance to let Grande and Allen bleed over to compensate me !!" Ford looked up fiercely from the pile of papers and howled fiercely.
The accountant was not scared by the roar near midnight at the funeral home, but glanced at his boss ugly, ridiculed, of course, not for his boss Ford, but, "can these two guys It ’s only in one sentence. I heard that Allen ’s restraining order against Grande is not a joke, it ’s true. Grande cannot appear within 100 meters of him.

"Huh!" Mr. Ford, who couldn't say anything, his face twisted and his tone increased, "Huh !!" The head turned back, and his eyes flicked back and forth on the full table of documents and reports. I struggled with my current accountant. "How much is it?" It's quite gentle. I also made a decision in my heart. When this matter is handled, I want to give this accountant a big reward.
"It's coming." The accountant stretched his aching body and rubbed his interfering eyes, but there was still helplessness. "It's just the first quarter of this year. Spring and summer have not moved."
Ford's eyes drifted away, and he also sighed helplessly, as if the whole person was a little numb.
It should be forced comfort, "Uh ... the spring is the most troublesome, because the loss of privatization and the compensation plan that was later planned by the municipal government, everything is chaotic ..." Remember, the earliest exposure The problems brought about by the privatization of the funeral industry led to the later funeral home for compensation in the cemetery, which is the Ford funeral home in this northern district, which is the leader of the funeral industry. , I did n’t have time to sort out these finances. It ’s easy to pass this level ... "
This forcible comfort, Ford does not eat, "Easy? Gee! We are safe in the summer? It's still a mess! Several attempts to open a new funeral mode have failed. It's only slightly better in the fall. The various bad attempts of the summer , It's still troublesome! "
If anyone is curious-in order to make a private funeral home profitable, before the cremation and traditional ceremonial combination package passed to Grande, Ford, the unlucky leader, has also done things like transforming incineration facilities. , People can see the process of their relatives a little bit of ashes, this magical business attempt ... So, bad debts.
As for why Ford Funeral Home now sorts out its accounts, right away.
"Hey." The accountant is already an expression with no thought, "Sir, you go back first, I will do the spring accounts first, and then ask the deadline when you go to the municipal government tomorrow. If the city If the government ’s censorship is not in a hurry, we do n’t have to ... "He glanced at the messy documents and the wall clock on the wall. It was close to midnight, and it is now midnight. it is more than words.
"Yes!" Ford twisted his neck back and forth, not knowing whether to show a certain kind of momentum, his face gloomy, "I will ask! I will also go to Grande and Green! Ask them clearly! They are It ’s better to be as bad as ours! "
It is almost known that this was raised by the Alan Funeral Home in the private trial of funerals. The problems of the apparently unfair competition environment in the funeral industry now are reviewed by the municipal government.
The target of this review is that both parties are very clear, and Allen is unhappy with Grande. So simple, Ford is an innocent collateral injury. So, Ford's words at this time, with full maliciousness!
Unfortunately, this malicious doom is destined to disappoint him. Allen was at a loss, and he was the initiator of the problem, and he was very happy to cooperate. Is Grand trading bad? We've seen it, not at all. After receiving the Patton City Government's attitude to this matter, it was procrastination, at least until the end of the campaign. Grande was not at all concerned about this matter.
There are even more cruel, Grand and Allen, it is impossible for a pile of bad debts like Ford, the reason is straightforward. Allen has no business at all this year and has been losing money; Grande, in turn, has a smooth business and can't rotten if he wants to rotten.
Ford probably knew the current status of these two peers himself, and when he was full of momentum, he put all his emotions on a mess of documents and did not benefit. A face twitched a few times, stood up from behind the desk, took a deep breath, "OK, then I will go first, you have worked hard. Let's take a day off tomorrow." I can only say that.
"Yeah." The accountant nodded, relying on tomorrow's holiday, forcibly cheering up, and continuing to bury it in the document in front of him.
Ford sorted out the documents on the table-but just gave the accountant room to organize the accounts. He was completely impatient, touched a flashlight, and walked out of the office.
After privatizing the funeral, [Ford Funeral Home] finally belongs to Ford, a little psychological compensation. Ford now has a habit. Before leaving, he inspects his own industry. For psychological compensation, Ford really needs it.
The diffused cone-shaped flashlight aperture swayed aimlessly in the funeral home under midnight, with fences, gray walls, bungalows, and a strange and strange smell. In any situation, this may not be a good idea.
However, the coolness of midnight is coupled with this Ford belonging to Ford, and Ford's mood is really relaxed. Probably only the owners of funeral homes, such as Ford, who truly support privatization, will have this kind of mood change, it is also magical ...
The beam of light that had just shook somewhere was quickly shook back, and Ford just relaxed and felt a little bit, well, unknown, "Who is there?" Ford stared at the gray cement wall in the aperture, and there was nothing. It's just insurance. The beam of light swayed from side to side, but there was nothing.
Ford frowned, shook his head, and said to himself, "Illusion." He wasn't quite sure why he just looked there suddenly. By the way, it is an incineration room.
The beam of the flashlight continued to sway aimlessly.
An anxious, inconsistent random turn, the iris fell to where it had been before, "Who's there!" Ford made a louder voice this time.
The gray wall remains.
Ford frowned tightly, "Come out! Be aware! The policeman is on duty! Don't be smart!"
This is not intimidation. The morgue next to it is really police on duty. It is mentioned above. Ford and the police station have cooperation, just like the cooperation between the Mill and the Southern District Police Station (to facilitate the police to retrieve the body).
Ford's shoulder was clicked.
Ford's body was full of excitement, his head turned sharply, and a human-shaped mop.
The mop smiled at Ford. "It doesn't understand what you say, it doesn't speak federal language."
"Which ..." Ford lost consciousness.
【Allen Funeral Home】
midnight.
The moon is not bright, because some people compete with it. It was golden, like a bridge across the dark farmhouse under the night, and fell to a window on the second floor of the Allen funeral home.
Knock knock.
There was no sound in the room, only steady breathing.
Knock knock.
The sound of steady breathing was interrupted a little, leaving room for the unconscious bar and bar. The high school student sleeping on the single bed was lying in a large font that fits his gender and age. He grabbed his lower body and stopped moving. Breathing continues to be steady.
Percussion ... paused, gold passed through the window, and then the wall cracked and was opened by gold.
Qianxi walked into this room with a gloomy face on the golden light. With a wave of his hand, the cracked wall behind him closed, "Chris!" (Allen's son, Sissy's boyfriend, senior)
Chris on the bed moved a bit, snorted, and slept his hands down again, this time, a little inappropriate, against the skin, and crossed the inside ...
"Chris!" Sissy slaps on her boyfriend's face. "Are boys a pig!"
The boy on the bed finally woke up, opened his eyes and looked at Sissi directly above him. "Uh--" The brain is reacting, "Treasure, baby ..." Don't care about the name of high school students in love.
"Don't call me baby!" Sissy frowned, angry. "I've been knocking outside for a long time!"
long time? Just two and a half, it doesn't matter.
"Uh--" The brain is still reacting. Sit up first and say, "You, why are you here ..." The first thing that came out of the reaction was pulling the quilt over the lower body. It's nice to be young.
Sissi stared at Chris and examined, "What dream are you doing!"
"Uh ..." The embarrassed look showed that the young man's brain was fully working. "No, nothing ... how come you, why?" Hope, you can change the subject.
"I didn't see you today." Sissi pouted and turned her gaze away, walking casually in the room belonging to an 18-year-old boy. "Come and see you."
Chris started to grab the scattered clothing by his bed, put it on, and smirked.
"Pig." Sissy glanced at Chris and was familiar with things that began to fiddle with Chris. They were normal male stuff, magazines, game consoles, sports gear and the like. As if Chris had nothing to hide, Sissi played around.
"I can go out tomorrow, and I will accompany you tomorrow." Chris wears fast, thanks to the simple clothes of boys at this age. A denim plus a T that doesn't smell bad is enough.
"Tomorrow I don't have time." Sissi was also merciless, and she directly killed her boyfriend's enthusiasm. "I'm going to Mary Church tomorrow."
Chris was a little stunned and blinked, "Oh."
The truth is that when you have a saint girlfriend who knows that there are demons and angels in this world, there are many times when a ‘oh’ is the only thing you can respond to.
Sissy raised her eyebrows, flicked a spinning football in the air, with her head sideways, a strange expression, a strange tone, "You don't care, what am I going to do?"
"I ..." Chris lowered his head and pursed his lips. If he turned the boy's head up, it would be a self-blaming face that felt incompetent. The last thing he said was only this sentence, "You, there will be no danger."
Sissi ’s eyes drifted away, not knowing what she was thinking, and finally she turned into a smile. It ’s just a second time. Then, see what ’s going on. "
Still incompetent, and blaming Sissi for not being sure, Chris approached Sissi, "Will there be no danger?"
What followed was a very heartbreaking, transformation.
Sissi took a step back and took a step back into her arms. She was skillfully looped left and right. Without speaking, she was shrouded by the silver moonlight that could finally shine through the window, a quiet situation of all things.
Chris is going up, about to lift Sissy's head in line with the situation, and is about to drive a boy should do at this time ...
Come personally, interrupt this uncomfortable teen romance ...
"Have you washed your hands?" Sissi stared at the hand that was about to touch her cheek.
"Uh, no ..."
"Don't touch me with that hand!" Cici still stared at the hand.
Chris froze for a second, just a second, don't doubt the mobility of an 18-year-old guy, "Wait for me!" He turned and ran away to wash his hands.
"Pigs, boys are pigs!" Sisie looked at Chris's running back, pouted, and continued to play with the football that had just been put down.
It's really unfair. I don't know who voluntarily ran into a boy's room at midnight.
The world banned for an instant.
Gold filled this room. Sissi was at the center, "Who! Who is talking !!"
"Uh, I accidentally said it?"
At the corner of the second floor of this funeral home, overflowing gold began to reveal through the wall.
Silently, the corner of the building of this funeral home was broken down.
Wooden planks, tables and chairs, socks, books, magazines, protective gear ... In the golden light package, it violated the laws of physics and flew toward the night.
At the center of this space that was vacated was the vacant Sissi, or the sentence, "Who! Who is talking !!!"
"Can you whisper? Saint's saint."
Sissi in the air, with coldness in her eyes, glanced around her body, trying to capture the voice of the speech.
"Are you going to wake everyone here?"
Allen ’s employees live in the funeral home, do n’t forget.
"Who !!" Sissi didn't care.
"Uh." The dark red spell attached every inch of gold, scattered everything, gathered where they should be, wrapped to Sissi.
This is not an attack, just to restore everything. Sissi's pale face had already felt it. If it was an attack, Sissi could not stop it, which was obviously the power of witchcraft. Overwhelming power.
To the saints at the top of the faith, the saints, the overwhelming witchcraft, every shadow of gold covered in dark red, returned to the dark night, returning the funeral home to its original state.
Sissy stood pale in Chris's room, looking through the window, watching the mop-shaped guy under the window.
"You shouldn't put your attention on me, saint." The mop opened his head, pointing towards the direction of Allen's funeral home in the midnight moonlight, "over there."
Sissi turned instinctively in that direction.
Do n’t be stupid, she is still in her boyfriend ’s room, so what he sees is a ‘revised’, excited Chris with open arms,
I ’m back! I ...
"Shut up! Pig! What's over there!"
"Uh, my father's bedroom ..."
"outside!"
"Uh, incineration ..." (To be continued.)