Ghost Shelter System

The old streets of Baihu Town are all small wooden buildings.

Holding up the wooden window, Qin Kun was sitting in the house on the second floor of the travel agency, watching Chu Qianxun setting up a stall downstairs, and was curious as to why she was here today.

Chu Qianxun's whereabouts had always been erratic, but Qin Kun had never seen this girl setting up a fortune-telling stall in a serious manner.

The stall is different from the Taoist Bagua stall. There are no fortune-telling fortune-telling coins, yellow paper, or writing brushes on it, just seven lamps, one by one.

Qin Kun boiled a pot of tea and sat on a bench next to Chu Qianxun. Chu Qianxun said disgustedly: "Qin Kun, don't be an eyesore, you will affect my business."

"I……"

"Do you have nothing to do? I see you've been wandering around for a long time."

"yes!"

"Then you go to the village on the other side of the river. I bought it. You can see what kind of development we can make."

He was actually sent away. Qin Kun was confused. Chu Qianxun's stall had no business at all. What was he going to do?

Behind the store, there is a river. It is more appropriate to say it is a repaired canal. There is a bridge on it. On the other side of the bridge is a deserted village.

I vaguely remember that the first time I met Yuan Xinghan, he went to this deserted village to sketch. This deserted village is full of gloom at night. During the day, the trees are lush and the sun is not strong, so it is also a gloomy place.

"Chu Qianxun is so mysterious. Why on earth did you ask me to come here?" Qin Kun felt that Chu Qianxun seemed to be hiding something from him.

…

The autumn sun was slightly cold, and a luxury car was parked at the door of the Linjiang City Funeral Home.

A man in a suit got out of the car. Next to the man, a bald bodyguard with a tattoo on his neck grinned and said, "Boss, you really don't have to come to this place in person. If you want to meet someone, I can take him back for you."

The bodyguard was smiling and wearing a European-style hoodie. He was originally a European.

Tu Yong said: "Ward, if you want to observe a person, you obviously need to be at his home court."

Tu Yong walked into the funeral home and looked at the crying family members of the deceased around him, as well as the vague smell of paper ash in the air. To be honest, he didn't like this place very much.

The funeral parlor does not have a front desk receptionist, because such polite words as "Hello, do you need funeral services?" are cursed. People who come here usually take the initiative to consult.

There was no reception in the building, which saved Tu Yong the trouble. Looking at the photos of employees at the entrance of the building, Tu Yong found Qin Kun.

"Encoffiant." He murmured about Qin Kun's profession. This profession of being in constant contact with the dead made Tu Yong feel uncomfortable all over again.

But it doesn't matter, my sister is also a weirdo and likes to interact with all kinds of people.

In the cold corridor, an old man dragged another old man and shouted loudly.

"Director! You have to come and make trouble. The family members of the deceased are clamoring. It's difficult for us in the cremation building! The new encoffiant painted the deceased with a grimace... I was embarrassed to explain to the family of the deceased. .”

Lao Zhou in the cremation building was dragging Director Wang to complain.

The professional quality of the new undertakers is so poor. Their monthly salary is 5,000 yuan, and they have no professionalism at all. Are they the undertakers? He couldn't even respect the deceased at the very least, and he just said that the deceased died suddenly, so of course he would die with his eyes open!

This is just looking for trouble!

We are in the business of doing nothing, not to cause trouble for the family of the deceased. How can you have so much sense of justice?

Director Wang was holding the teacup with a cold expression on his face.

These little guys are so disgusting!

No one can get used to it!

Tu Yong heard the word "curator" at the door of the corridor. He must have thought that this old man was the curator on the photo wall, Wang Shouyi.

"Is that Director Wang?"

Tu Yong stopped Lao Wang, Lao Wang frowned: "Who are you?"

"I'll look for Qin Kun."

"He's not in now!"

"Where did he go?"

"Fired!"

Curator Wang rushed to the cremation building in a hurry, but was blocked by a young man of unknown origin, and he didn't look good.

The European bodyguard in a hoodie took off his hat and grinned: "Old man, can you speak well?"

boom--

Director Wang raised his foot and kicked him.

At this moment, Walder wanted to earn some face for Tu Yong. When he was thinking about how to give the old man some power, he was caught off guard and got a kick in the stomach.

"roll!!!"

Lao Wang was furious: "Your head is black and your hands are bleeding. Don't let me see you, a scum that owes you a life debt, again, otherwise I will keep you in the cremator!"

Back then, Director Wang was also a corpse-burning maniac. Seeing this European bald man with a bloody life was obviously not a good thing.

After kicking him, Director Wang and Lao Zhou strode away.

Walder was speechless for a long time. Finally, after the severe pain subsided, he roared in a low voice: "This old guy, I want him to die!!!"

He was unprepared, and this guy dared to kick him so hard. Wald was pointed at his nose and scolded, which was very humiliating.

Tu Yong didn't even react. Walder was a black umbrella mercenary he collected in Europe. He was a top bodyguard in the world. How could he be successfully attacked by an old man?

Looking at Walder's embarrassed appearance, Tu Yong shook his head. Over the years, Walder had been addicted to wine and sex, and it seemed that he was no longer useful. The title of Black Umbrella Mercenary made him no longer feel safe.

"Ward, let's go."

"Boss, I'm going to find that old guy!"

"Don't be embarrassed." Tu Yong said coldly.

Walder shook his neck angrily, indignantly.

After leaving the funeral home, Tu Yong was in the yard. He couldn't tell who was the staff here, so he walked towards the gate.

The old-fashioned funeral home door and the presence of a doorman.

The old doorman was bobbing his head and listening to the radio, very intoxicated.

Dang Dang Dang.

Tu Yong knocked on the glass of the bathroom.

"What's up?"

The old guard looked up and asked curiously.

"Hello, may I ask, where is Qin Kun?"

"Fired."

Expelled...

Tu Yong was stunned. Director Wang just now, didn't he lie to him?

"Then where will he be?"

"What are you doing with him?"

Tu Yong said seriously: "My sister has some relationship with him, I have to ask clearly."

The guard, Uncle Qu, shook his head. He was a brother-in-law collecting debts. Could it be that Qin Kun had brought trouble to his sister? Uncle Qu still has a sense of justice.

"There is Baihu Town in the northern suburbs. There is a special travel agency in Baihu Old Street..."

"Menggui Travel Agency!"

Does he know all this? I saw Qin Kun really causing trouble to this young man's sister.

"Yes, he's right there."

Uncle Qu has learned about Qin Kun's position through the QQ group in the past few days. The new young people recruited by the funeral home are unreliable, and only Han Yao is left to take care of it. He still feels that it is better for Lao Wang to let Qin Kun come back. If that doesn't work, he can just become a lobbyist.

Tu Yong got the news and handed over a cigarette: "Thank you, uncle."

Before leaving, Uncle Qu suddenly stopped Tu Yong.

"Uncle, is there anything else?"

"Looking at your young age, you are not a bad person. Let me remind you that your bodyguard is not a good person. Change it quickly, or you will be killed."

Tu Yong smiled: "I specially recruited him from Europe. If there is any grudge, it won't be his turn."

Uncle Qu smiled: "A black umbrella mercenary, right? Go and ask, who did the black umbrella mercenary have sex with before? Don't be implicated if you are a low-level remnant of the Black Soul Sect who dares to run around in Linjiang. "

Tu Yong's smile froze.

He didn't believe that a funeral parlor janitor knew about black umbrella mercenaries! But now, I have to believe it!

"The Black Soul Cult is..."

"It's not something you should know. Don't ask." After finishing speaking, Uncle Qu closed the window.