I am your natural enemy

"I'm here to help you." The old man responded casually while chewing the soft stewed pork ribs.

"Then I'll trouble you, old man, to take action in person. The only one I can rely on is you, dad, and you are the only one who can help me." Mo Zhicheng put down his chopsticks and looked at the old man with sincere eyes that were both grateful and somewhat a little bit overwhelming. ashamed.

"You work hard. Men still focus on their careers. If I can support it, I will definitely support it." The old man patted Mo Zhicheng on the shoulder and encouraged his son with tears in his eyes.

After finishing the meal, Mo Zhicheng cleared the table, washed the dishes, swept and mopped the floor of the house, and tidied up again. He was busy until almost ten o'clock in the evening before leaving.

The old man continued to sit on the sofa watching TV and eating the fruit brought by Mo Zhicheng. His mind was full of his son who was the most ill-treated, but he was the only filial child. He wanted to do everything possible to help his son.

Early the next morning, the old man got up at six o'clock as usual, shaved, changed into clean clothes, combed his sparse hair carefully, put his small bag on his back, sat on the sofa and waited to go out.

He murmured to himself, his eyes gradually trembled, and he looked a little crazy, but the crazier he became, the more determined he became.

"I want to help my son, I want to help my son..."

When other sounds came from outside the door, the old man stood up, opened the door, and locked the door with the key.

At the top of the stairs, two old ladies who had gotten up early were preparing to go out to buy groceries. The old man looked up and said hello as usual.

"Let's go buy groceries."

"Yes, Lao Mo, are you going to exercise again?"

"Yeah, I can't do it without exercise. My son just told me yesterday that he asked me to walk more..."

The old man said as he locked the door and put the key.

As he was walking down the stairs, the old man missed a step, his ankle sprained, and he fell forward. He instinctively wanted to hold on to the railing, but he missed it, and he kept walking all the way down the stairs. Tumbled down.

After rolling all the way to the next floor, the old man lay on the ground with his neck crooked, his eyes widened, and the corners of his mouth were twitching as if he were smiling. His expression seemed to have a sense of satisfaction in getting what he wanted.

The two old ladies who were walking down the stairs saw the old man tumbling down the stairs and disappeared. They were frightened and at a loss. One froze in place, and the other shouted.

"Someone is coming, someone is coming quickly..."

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Wen Yan came out of the coffin room and looked at the client's family members who were crying and their eyes were red and swollen. He rubbed his temples and his head hurt.

The family members had been arguing here for a long time just now, and it had to be handled by the undertaker.

The client was shocked. The lady in the body processing department was able to treat the body to the point of recovery as before in just over a day. He felt that she must have used magic. Even so, the family was still not satisfied.

He felt that his blood pressure was soaring. If it weren't for fear of intensifying the conflict, he would have thought just now, if it weren't for the fact that the old man in your family has been dead for a few days, and you, the children, still don't know, it is so difficult to repair.

He walked to the cremation department and felt the quietness here, and Wen Yan's mood calmed down.

What he is most familiar with now is the process of the cremation department. After working for a few days and meeting a few family members, he felt that what Lao Zhang said was true.

After going through the previous process, there are not so many troubles here anymore. From family members to leaders to customers, everything is easy to talk to. The legendary intrigues, shady and difficult family members basically do not exist in the cremation department.

Customers will not jump up on the spot to complain to you or take a short video just because your cooking is wrong.

He sat on a chair outside the cremation room for a while, and after hearing the sound of firecrackers coming from the distant speakers, he got up and went to the body processing department, ready to ask the eldest sister in the mortuary for advice.

There is no hope of learning the magic of that elder sister, but at least you need to know the process, know how far it can be done, and have an idea. If you meet a client's family member and ask about it in the future, you will not be confused about everything.

As soon as I came here, I saw the owner of a funeral shop standing at the door of the mortuary. Next to him was an elder sister wearing goggles, a mask, a hat, and a protective suit.

"This uncle is my old neighbor and is from the same village. He rolled down the stairs and broke many bones in his body, including his neck. I can only trouble you to clean him up in a neat and decent manner. point."

"Well, don't worry." The eldest sister nodded and responded, then turned back to the coffin room and closed the door with a snap.

The owner of the funeral shop didn't care. When he saw Wen Yan coming, he immediately took out a business card.

"Wen Sheng, I've heard about you for a few days. My name is Agui. This is my business card. If you need anything, just call me."

Wen Yan accepted the business card and responded with a smile.

Some funeral shops not only sell funeral supplies, but also take care of funeral planning, with all kinds of high-end and simple processes, so that customers don’t have to worry about anything and just follow along, which is very convenient and worry-free.

Except it costs money.

Wen Yan's colleagues are also happy to communicate with these people, which saves everyone trouble and worry.

Seeing that Wen Yan didn't seem to want to talk nonsense, Agui quickly left. Wen Yan turned around and walked in. He looked at the situation in the mortuary through the glass next door.

An old man was lying on the stainless steel bed, his neck tilted to his shoulders. Although the skin on his neck was not broken, you could still see the outline of the bones. There were still bloodstains on his body, and some ribs were broken and punctured the skin.

Sister Ye raised her head and glanced at Wen Yan, waved to Wen Yan, and then pointed outside, signaling Wen Yan to get out of here and get down to business.

Wen Yan quickly ran through the employee rules in his mind. It seemed that only when there were employees operating in the mortuary room, he was not allowed to enter casually. It didn't say that he was not allowed to look at it. This glass was specially reserved for people to look at. The mortuary master had just brought his apprentice. At that time, the apprentices were not qualified to enter, so they just observed and learned here.

Wen Yan waved his hand, turned and left.

When no one was around, Sister Ye, who was in the coffin room, stretched out her hands calmly and held the old man's neck. When she moved her hands, she heard a click and reset it, and then reattached the old man's ribs. Within a few minutes, the old man's neck was restored. The body shape has basically returned to normal.

She flicked her fingers in the old man's throat, and saw the old man open his mouth, and a heavy gasp came out of his mouth, and a wisp of white air spurted out. She stretched out her hand again and touched the old man's eyes. Then he closed his eyes, and his slightly deformed face became calm.

At this moment, she continued to take out various tools and began to clean the old man's skin...

In just over an hour, the old man's body shape and appearance were completely restored, and the rest had to wait until the end, otherwise it would be more troublesome to reapply makeup as time went on.

After get off work hours, people in the unit left one after another, except for Lao Zhang from the cremation department and the guard at the gate.

The entire funeral home became very quiet, without the noise and lights of the city, and even without the chirping of insects and birds.

The surrounding mountains gradually turned into huge shadows, as if they were surrounded by several giants, overlooking the funeral parlor.

At 11 o'clock in the evening, in the small office next to the cremation department, Lao Zhang, who was on duty today, was drinking small wine and eating fried peanuts.

He looked at his watch, lit the wine in the glass, and drank it all. Then he went out with a flashlight and began to inspect the middle and back yards except the office building in the front yard.

After a round of inspection and no problems, he returned to his small office, turned on his mobile phone, started drinking and watching videos.

At one o'clock, a creaking sound came from one of the rows of VIP single rooms in the central courtyard. The handle on the ice coffin door was shaking gently. A trace of cold air rose, and water droplets condensed, adding a little more lubrication. After the effect, the shaking became larger and larger.

After a while, he raised his hand and the door of the ice coffin slowly opened. The old man inside moved his stiff body bit by bit and got out of it.

He was wearing a dark blue shroud, his eyelids were slightly opened, he stood on the ground, stiffened, opened the glass door outside, and walked out of the VIP room.

He staggered, his body stiffened, and he walked toward the backyard bit by bit. His chest, the newly connected ribs, collapsed again, and as time passed, blood gradually seeped out.

In the concierge of the funeral home, the janitor was sitting in front of the surveillance camera as usual, watching TV shows on his tablet.

As he watched, he caught a glimpse of something moving. When he looked up, he saw a stiff man moving slowly in the surveillance camera.