I'm killing crazy in the horror game world

Wang Zun rolled his eyes at Zhou Jing: "You have the nerve to say, why didn't you think so just now? It's not all because of you. You said you, why are you joining in the fun!"

Wang Zun felt dizzy for a while, helpless and speechless.

"Isn't this just to help you?"

"As soon as I entered the door, I saw her scolding you. Of course I had to help you. From your eyes, I saw that you were eager to be saved. As a just police officer, of course I can't ignore death.

!”

"No need to thank me, this is what I should do!"

Thank you?

It’s good if you don’t strangle you to death!

When did I give you a certain look? Please stop talking nonsense, okay?

"Can't you tell, you are quite vain. Your house is just like yours. It is magnificent on the outside and has thousands of villas, but inside it is simple, simple and without any style!"

Wang Zun: "..."

What do you mean? If you have any idea!

"The same goes for you. You look like a virtuous lady, but when you open your mouth, you turn into a tigress!"

Zhou Jing:(o_o)

In fact, she is quite beautiful. She has a small dress, small cloth shoes, a small ponytail, and a pretty face. She is also the pure and sweet type that many male dancers like.

Of course, the premise is that she is a just police officer!

"It's getting late!"

Wang Zun packed his things, picked up his backpack and walked out, followed closely by Zhou Jing.

"Take my car!"

Zhou Jing shook her car keys.

It's a small electric car with only two seats. It's pink inside and out, and there's a car sticker on the outside!

What about [female driver] [older leftover girl, who will get married if she catches her] [lightning speed car] [female car king of Qiu Mingshan]...

The corners of Wang Zun's mouth twitched again and again. It was completely impossible to tell that the car was driven by a female police officer.

"Don't be surprised, I am a woman, there is nothing strange about it!"

Zhou Jing shrugged, opened the car door and got in.

"How about you continue to take your vacation? I can go alone!"

Wang Zun felt that having Zhou Jing by his side was indeed a bit intrusive, so it would be more comfortable to do it alone.

"What's the meaning?"

Zhou Jing was unhappy. She pulled her face and looked at Wang Zun full of resentment.

"Uh... I'm doing this for your own good. After all, the night before yesterday, you... seemed... um..."

Wang Zun was too embarrassed to point it out, fearing that Zhou Jing would be furious.

"I helped you a lot the night before yesterday, and I will do the same to you tonight!"

Wang Zun: "..."

This woman has no shame at all!

There was no other way, Wang Zun could only try his best to protect Zhou Jing. He did not expect that these two missions would be related to Zhou Jing, and he was really not used to it.

Western District Crematorium!

Yes!

The name hanging on the door is indeed [Western District Crematorium], the word "factory" is used instead of "field"!

Wang Zun didn't know what the meaning was, and he didn't dare to ask. Each profession has its own rules and secrets.

It is very modern, not as dark, messy, and shabby as Wang Zun imagined. It does not look much different from the Western District Forensic College.

The only thing that makes people feel uneasy is that two large brick chimneys stand straight in the middle, which is very eye-catching.

The crematorium is divided into many departments, including the condolence area, the incineration area, the makeup area, the morgue area, the ablution area...all kinds of areas!

Why?

Make money!

Very simple reason!

The more services you provide, the more money you make. Regardless of whether the service is necessary, 80% of the family members of the deceased will agree to use it!

Looking around, the factory area is lined with green trees and full of vitality. It is not as lifeless and eerie as imagined.

It looks like a campus, with basketball courts, football fields, and various sports equipment.

The only place that feels a little out of place is the staff dormitory building, which looks older than the surrounding buildings and has a style that resembles that of decades ago.

The dormitory building is not very tall, only three floors, arranged in rows, with about thirteen rooms in each row.

The tiles in other buildings are white, while the dormitory buildings are yellow!

The doors and windows of some dormitories are already in tatters, and they look like they haven't been lived in for a long time.

On the ceiling outside the corridor, there are still some clothes that are cold, some of which are men and women. Some of them seem to have been cold for a long time, and they are already hard and straight. They are shaking like wooden boards when the wind blows, and they make noises when the clothes hangers rub against the iron wires.

The weird sound of "gurgling"!

Wang Zun just thought it was strange and didn’t think much about it!

What makes Wang Zun feel even more incredible is that there are yellow charms posted everywhere in the Western District Forensic College, various statues of gods, Bagua mirrors and so on, but the Western District Crematorium, which everyone is frightened by and keeps away from, has nothing to ward off evil spirits.

This is very intriguing.

Wang Zun dares to say that this place is definitely more exciting than the Forensic Medical College at night, but there is nothing to ward off evil spirits.

got used to?

Or fearless?

There are not many people in the factory area and it is very clean. The West District Crematorium has the least workload in Fengcheng City, so it is natural that no one comes and goes!

Wang Zun and Zhou Jing found the factory director directly!

Comparing the dean of the Forensic Medical College with the factory director in front of him, there is a world of difference.

The dean is noble and elegant, and he seems to be a very wise man.

The factory director in front of me, how should I put it... is a middle-aged uncle with a bald head, a fat belly, and an unshaven beard. He talks carelessly and yells, and also has some dialect!

"Have you found any clues about the body that was lost last night?"

The factory director was very surprised. The police left in the morning and came again in the afternoon?

How could we go and come back if we didn't find the clue?

"No, we came here just to look for clues!"

Wang Zun smiled and looked left and right. Looking out from the window of the factory director's office, he could see the entire factory area. Two tall chimneys were emitting smoke.

"How do you want me to cooperate?"

The factory director had become accustomed to the police's requests. The police would come over every now and then to help find the bodies, which made him feel embarrassed.

"I'm going to spend the night here. Director, can you arrange a room for us?"

Wang Zun directly stated his request, which shocked Zhou Jing.

"What are you doing, what kind of night are you spending, are you crazy?"

Zhou Jing can't help but shiver when she thinks about that night at the Forensic Medical College. This is a crematorium, and the scene at night is unimaginable!

Wang Zun wants to spend the night here?

What is this if not crazy?

"I didn't count you, so don't be nervous or afraid, just leave later!"

Wang Zun smiled, which aroused Zhou Jing's desire to win.

"Who says I'm scared? I'm not scared at all. I'm not scared at all!"

Zhou Jing snorted coldly, pretending to be strong, but it was obvious at a glance that she was actually panicking!

"Yes, no problem. If necessary, I can arrange for you to live in a dormitory with my employees!"

"I wish I could. This is the best. Can you arrange for me to live in Song Ci's dormitory? I heard that he is an old man in the factory. With him taking care of me, I will feel much more at ease!"

This is what Wang Zun was waiting for. He didn't know how to say it just now. Once the factory director said it, he would of course climb up the pole.

The first person Wang Zun suspected was Song Ci!

The second one is the old man guarding the morgue door.

The two are the biggest suspects!

"Well, you have to ask his old man about this. He has no problem at all in doing things. He is just taciturn, not good at words, and has a bit of a weird temper. He lives alone in an old dormitory and doesn't like talking to others. You guys

Do you really want to have a nice night with him?”

Wang Zun: "..."

A happy night!

"Living alone in the old dormitory building?"

Zhou Jing is worthy of being a police officer, and she immediately found the special thing in these words.

"Yes, the three floors over there were the old dormitory building. Now it has been abandoned. Only Lao Song lives there alone. The other employees have gone to the new dormitory building. Lao Song himself refused

We have no choice but to move!"

"He is indeed a weird person. This kind of person is the most difficult to deal with. Sometimes he can't say a word for half a month. Let's not disturb him, right?"

Zhou Jing persuaded, but Wang Zun had made up his mind, "No, he is not weird at all. I like to deal with this kind of people. I am also a taciturn person. Behind every taciturn person there is a fascinating story.

, I want to hear his story!”

Zhou Jing:convex^-^convex

Are you silent?

Aren't you a good talker? You keep chugging!

"You have to ask Lao Song in person about this. I don't dare to agree to you casually. He is the treasure of our factory. Many unresolved things have been solved by his hands. We can't ruin his mood!"

"What couldn't be solved? Did he solve it?"

Wang Zun became interested and could not solve the problem. You can imagine what it was like.

Is there something unexplainable in this weird environment?

it goes without saying!

"Haha, you should understand, what can't be solved in the crematorium? What do you think?"

The factory director smiled and lit a cigarette.

"for example?"

Wang Zun had no intention of letting the factory director go, he just wanted him to speak out.

"For example..." The factory director glanced at the two of them, the smile on his face dropped, and he said seriously: "Whether you believe it or not, we have a lot of rules in this industry. If you are not careful, you may be in catastrophe. For example,

, some corpses were put into the incinerator and burned for three hours, only the clothes on their bodies were burned away, and their bodies did not change at all. Do you believe it?"

Wang Zun's expression showed no change, but Zhou Jing's face trembled again and again.

She doesn’t believe it!

Even if it is a piece of iron, if it is burned in an incinerator for three hours, it will deform and melt, right?

There is nothing wrong with the human body?

It’s too fantasy!

"You don't believe it?"

"But what if I say it's true?"

The factory director smiled: "Old Song did this. I don't know what he did. After playing drums for a while, the corpse can be cremated normally."

Wang Zun smiled, saying this, even if Song Ci is not a member of the corpse exorcism sect, he is still a person with certain Taoism.

"What about another example?"

The factory director glanced at Wang Zun. This young man was very courageous and his expression remained unchanged.

"Another example...for example, there are many rules in the incineration room, especially the blades in the incinerator. These blades are usually replaced once a month. The replaced blades cannot be thrown away casually. They must be collected and stored. After one month, even if we

The workload of the West District Crematorium is not large, and the blades in the incinerator have dissected at least a dozen corpses. The corpses are stained with resentment and disaster, so they must not be touched, let alone cut your fingers or anything like that."

"Once, an employee accidentally cut a wound with the blade while removing it..."