Han Zong: Starting From Chinatown, Dominating South Korea

When Zhu Dantai woke up in the morgue, it was already early morning of the next day,

He has forgotten when he fell asleep,

I just remember last night, he curled up in the darkness where he couldn't reach his fingers all night,

The temperature in the entire mortuary room was cold, the environment was strange, and the atmosphere was oppressive and cramped, which made Zhu Dantai feel uncontrollably terrified.

It was in such an environment that he survived the whole night with difficulty.

The next day, in a daze, he heard a disorderly sound of footsteps, followed by the sound of a doorknob being stirred.

The iron door shook a few times, opening a gap,

A beam of light entered the morgue, and at the same time, a staff member poked half of his head in, "Huh?"

Zhu Dantai, who was curled up in the corner, stood up and lost his mind in an instant.

He rushed to the front of the funeral home staff in a few steps,

He grabbed his collar, "Bastard! What did you do last night!"

Seeing Zhu Dantai's furious look, the staff showed a confused expression, "Mr. Zhu, please calm down, our staff also need to go to and from get off work, it is impossible to be here 24 hours... .”

Zhu Dantai was out of breath, and his hands touching the opponent's collar became more vigorous. He growled with veins all over his face, "What the hell are you doing here? Huh? Fuck......

At the same time, another staff member came up and stood between the two of them, soothing Zhu Dantai's emotions, "Sir, please speak well, you lost your son, we can understand your feelings Feeling....……"

Zhu Dantai adjusted his glasses, his anger didn't decrease because of this, and his tone was still very irritable, "Xiba...Your place is haunted, do you know it?!"

"This…………"

Hearing Zhu Dantai's words, the two staff members looked at each other in blank dismay, 127

One of the chubby also adjusted his glasses, "Sir, we have been working here for several years, and we have never heard of any haunting phenomenon..."

Another bald-headed staff member echoed, "That's true, Mr. Zhu, as a cultural person, you must also know that such things as so-called ghosts don't exist at all.

"It's really haunted! Can I still lie to you?" Zhu Dantai was furious, "Let me tell you one thing, you must not be afraid..."

The two staff members looked at each other, and the bald one patted his chest, "Mr. Zhu, we are professionally trained, no matter how scary it is, we will not be afraid."

Fatty adjusted his glasses and said intently, "Mr. Zhu, Tao please come in.

Zhu Dantai let out a long sigh, "Last night...I just sat in this room perfectly, and then guess what? Teng! My son...he sat up..."

"Pfft," Xiaopang laughed out loud first,

Realizing that he was somewhat defeated, he quickly covered his mouth with the back of one hand, "I'm sorry, Mr. Zhu, please continue...

Zhu Dantai gave Xiaopang a vicious look, pointed at the tip of his nose with a finger, but did not attack, but went on to say:

"And then, my son, he...he just left his place...I mean...he got out of bed by himself...can you understand? Or...he. ..he cheated...

"Cough, cough," the bald middle-aged man covered his mouth with one hand, and said with difficulty, "Mr. Zhu, we can understand your feelings, but to be honest, We all know very well that things like what you just said are impossible to happen in real life...

"What is impossible? How is it impossible!" Zhu Dantai was furious,

He came to the side of the incandescent light switch, pressed it twice, but there was no response,

It was only when Zhu Dantai realized that the light bulb above his head had broken last night, he danced, pointed and growled:

"Look at this lamp, that's what I'm going to say, last night, it broke by itself! And... the candle, yes, the candle went out by itself! The door, and this door, it locked itself , Lock me in this crappy place for one night! One night! Can you understand? Do you know how I got here this one night?!"

Taking advantage of the faint light in the corridor, Xiaopang and his coworkers looked around in the mortuary, and then found something extraordinary, "Hiss..."

The bald staff member scratched his head, "Mr. Zhu, your son

"He saw it by himself!" Zhu Dantai waved his big hand, took off his glasses, covered his face with both hands, his whole body seemed a bit broken, "He...he caught himself..."

"Is it on?" Xiaopang was puzzled,

The bald staff touched his chin, "Mr. Zhu, we don't quite understand what you said.

"What else can it be? Literally burning!" Zhu Dantai gritted his teeth, stretched out his hands and gestured in the air, "Boom! My son's body, he was on fire! On blue fire! It burned for less than a minute, and he..."

Speaking of this, Zhu Dantai was a little emotional, and swallowed hard,

He came to the side of the coffin bed, pointed to a pile of ashes on the ground, "In less than a minute, he was burnt to a pile of ashes...

After all, Zhu Dantai couldn't help himself, he wiped the corners of his eyes aggrieved, and his eyes were a little moist.

It was nothing more than his son's tragic death on the stage, but now he has disappeared for no apparent reason, scattered on the ground and mixed with the dust, how can he not make his heart ache as a father?

The chubby and the bald-headed two were also a little bit embarrassed, they took out a small flashlight from their arms, shone the light on the ground (cafj), and carefully looked at the pile of ashes on the ground

The bald man squatted down next to the ashes slowly, wiped the ground with one finger, twisted it with two fingers, put it between his mouth and nose and smelled it, "Brother, this smell is not right. what."

Xiaopang heard about it, and also imitated the bald head and squatted down,

But obviously, Xiaopang is more sturdy,

After gently pinching the ashes, he first sniffed at the tip of his nose, then licked his fingers, "Bah, it's really wrong.

"Axi..." Zhu Dantai gritted his teeth and covered his eyes,

The two staff members in front of him were like crouching dragons and phoenix chicks, which made him feel very helpless and hopeless.

He also heard before that people who have been in the funeral industry for a long time will become more perverted than ordinary people,

However, the actions of Xiaopang and Baldhead made Zhu Dantai feel extremely broken,

He kicked Xiaopang hard, so it can be right?! Those are ashes! Ashes! Do you understand? Those are my son's ashes!"

Xiaopang adjusted his glasses, "Mr. Zhu, we understand ashes.

The bald man stood up, clapped his hands, "Yes, Mr. Zhu, we work here, and we have seen more ashes than people.

Xiaopang took over the conversation, "After our research, we can tell you responsibly that this is not ashes, it's more like...the leftovers from burning clothes...

The bald man said: "So, unfortunately, Mr. Zhu, this is not your son."

The singing and harmony of the two made Zhu Dantai confused,

His lips trembled slightly, and he murmured, "Then...then...what about my son? What about a son my age? He doesn't even have ashes left? He...

Xiaopang shook his head, "If things are really as you described, it will be difficult for us to explain to you what's going on, because, obviously, we don't know much more than you."

The bald man rubbed his chin and said, "In this regard, we recommend that you choose news reports, or dispatch the police to investigate, or ask a special Feng Shui master to answer your questions."

Xiaopang took the lead, "Speaking of which, I know a good Taoist, maybe he can give you some help."

Zhu Dantai looked at the mouths of the two people in front of him opening and closing, his mind was buzzing and blank.

Everything that happened last night was like a big dream, which made him feel as if he was in a cloud and mist, with no boundaries.

However, all kinds of signs made Zhu Dantai extremely firm in his heart. He was very convinced that there were definitely super-abnormal phenomena in this world.

Because, he did experience it himself.

Faced with the staff's suggestion, calling the police and inviting reporters to interview, these things are useless. Even if the most powerful detective in the world comes, he can't investigate the reason for such unpredictable things.

Therefore, the "Mr. Feng Shui" reminded by the staff has become Zhu Dantai's last hope.

He gradually regained his senses, tidied up his cuffs,

"Where is the Taoist you mentioned?"

ps: The author is positive, and his condition is not good, but don't worry, the update will not be interrupted, and it may be appropriately reduced in the past two days.

The plot line of "The Top Floor" is about to be pushed, and obviously, it will be connected to the main line of "Hotel del Luna".

"Hotel del Luna" is a Korean drama starring IU. It tells stories about ferrying ghosts. If you are interested, you can watch the relevant video explanation in advance so that you can substitute the subsequent worldview.

The author is currently arranging the following plot, writing while thinking, so the update speed has slowed down a bit, and strives to make the follow-up as reasonable as possible so as not to overwhelm the plot.

Regarding the decrease in updates, I hope everyone can bear with me, and a large number of updates will resume soon. .