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Chapter 19 019. Room 205, Shelf 04, Building B

On the bus, Qiao Mu checked her phone to confirm that the address was correct.

A funeral parlor indeed.

This bus was bound for a funeral parlor on the outskirts of the city. Normally, there would be almost no one at the last stop. Now apart from the driver, there was only one passenger on the bus, Qiao Mu.

"Master driver, is there a place to stay in the funeral parlor?"

Qiao Mu sat on the seat on the driver's side and spoke.

"?"

The driver held the steering wheel and did not look back, not knowing how to answer.

The scenery outside the car window became desolate, from the rows of high-rise buildings to old and shabby houses, and finally to bungalows and fields.

This road was built more than 20 years ago. From time to time at night, small animals would jump out from both sides and die violently. Later, a barbed wire fence was installed, which reduced some of these tragedies.

But from time to time on the road, you can still glimpse some dried rotten corpses and traces of blood dragging, which cannot be erased even by wind and rain.

The afternoon sun was gray, like a veil covering the world.

The driver was silent for a moment before speaking.

"Are you going over there to sweep the tomb?"

Their drivers who drive this route will not directly say the funeral home, but use pronouns.

"Go find someone. Don't look at me like this, but I'm actually a psychiatrist."

Qiao Mu was very into the drama.

“A patient came to me for help and said he had a problem, so I came to see him.”

"patient?"

The driver chewed on Qiao Mu's words.

There were not many staff in the funeral home, and the driver remembered them more or less. In his impression, those people did not need psychological treatment.

"Yes, Master Driver, you drive this line, so you should be familiar with the people there. Do you know what the people living in Room 205, Shelf 04, Building B are like?"

Qiao Mu just spoke.

The driver immediately stepped on the brakes.

Qiao Mu finally managed to steady herself without falling off the seat.

The driver turned around and looked at Qiao Mu suspiciously.

"The people living in that place may not be human."

he said coldly.

"Oh, that would be great."

Qiao Mu clapped his hands. He was not just a perfect person. He was eager to find something unusual for a while.

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The driver didn't say anything, just turned around and continued driving, making a "crazy" mouth gesture.

The road began to become bumpy, and Qiao Mu looked at the fields outside the window.

He soon saw several people in long robes standing at the edge of the field, under the shade of the trees, looking over here.

The faces of those people were pale, and only their lips were unnaturally red, as if they had been wiped with blood.

Qiao Mu waved to those people, but when they didn't respond, he turned around.

Turning his head, Qiao Mu saw a pale face looking at him across the aisle.

The car suddenly became full, and those wearing long gowns sat on the seats quietly.

Everyone stared at Qiao Mu as if he was some kind of star.

Qiao Mu leaned back on the chair. A man wearing a long gown sat on his right side. Qiao Mu looked carefully and could not feel the man's breath. There was a cold feeling coming from him.

"What are you looking at?"

The driver suddenly spoke. Through the rearview mirror, he caught a glimpse of Qiao Mu looking at the empty seat next to him. He felt that this person was very strange.

"You can not see it."

Qiao Mu answered.

It was obvious that these people in long robes were probably some kind of anomaly, and the driver was obviously not deep enough to see them.

As for why these people reacted so coldly to Qiao Mu.

Qiao Mu felt that it must be because of his popularity.

After all, even people like Cuihua, Fuwang, Amei, and Ahei have a good relationship with him.

Maybe Qiao Mu was born to deal with anomalies!

The driver muttered and stopped talking to Qiao Mu.

The bus terminal was not a funeral home. At about four o'clock in the afternoon, Qiao Mu arrived at the bus stop.

He came to the back door and saw the people in the car wearing long gowns who seemed to have no intention of leaving.

"It's time for you to get out of the car."

Qiao Mu reminded.

Those wearing caftans did not react.

The driver honked the horn and said something to Qiao Mu at the back door.

"arrive."

"okay."

Qiao Mu took three steps at a time and jumped out of the back door.

The bus drove away as if running away, carrying a bus full of people wearing long gowns.

Qiao Mu glanced over and saw people wearing long gowns gathering at the rear window, staring straight at him.

"Bye-Bye."

Qiao Mu waved his hand and turned to look at the building in front of him.

There are three buildings in Jiangcheng City Funeral Home. The largest building looks ordinary. It is a three-story building with a spacious courtyard and parking lot. There are several locust trees planted in the courtyard with luxuriant branches.

The other two buildings are slightly dilapidated, one seems to be an old building, and the other has been converted into a temporary dormitory.

But no one would want to live in a funeral parlor. The dormitory was empty. Qiao Mu could only see a girl in a red dress looking at him through the security net on the second floor of the dormitory.

The setting sun in the afternoon shines on the sign of the funeral home, giving it a twisted and scattered feeling.

"What are you doing?"

A voice suddenly came from the sign.

Qiao Mu looked back and found a person standing by the wall.

His hair was somewhat sparse and he looked to be no more than thirty years old. He was wearing a T-shirt and jacket and had heavy dark circles under his eyes.

"Are you a staff member here?"

Qiao Mu asked.

"The library has a holiday today, and I'm the only one keeping watch."

The man thought Qiao Mu was here to do business and said coldly.

"Hey, who is that on the second floor over there?"

Qiao Mu pointed at the dormitory building, and then he realized that the girl had disappeared.

".Don't make such a joke here."

The night watchman asked again with a straight face.

"What are you doing here?"

"Oh, it's like this. I met a person from your side on the Internet. He said that he has mental illness and lives in Room 205, Shelf 04, Building B."

Qiao Mu explained his purpose.

"?"

The night watchman frowned and looked Qiao Mu up and down.

"Did you take the wrong bus? You should take the bus to the terminal of No. 13."

he asked rhetorically.

The terminal of bus No. 13 is No. 900, Xicheng North Road, Jiangcheng City Mental Health Center, also commonly known as the mental hospital. This is a mockery of Qiao Mu's mental illness.

"No, the funeral parlor is right here. How about you take me in and I'll look for him. After all, I think that man's mental state is not normal. It would be bad if he did something extreme."

As a person who had just been discharged from the hospital, Qiao Mu did not understand the local joke of the night watchman.

".It's up to you, there's no one here today anyway."

The night watchman didn't bother to explain to Qiao Mu. He walked towards the building, his shadow stretched long by the setting sun.

In the dim shadow, blood-like words appeared in Qiao Mu's field of vision.

[It’s not a quiet place, it’s crowded and lively. I suggest you follow the rules here, otherwise you may get a permanent residence permit here]

Qiao Mu followed.

The moment he walked into the funeral home, Qiao Mu felt that the surroundings became silent.

Originally on the roadside, you could still hear some insects and the whistling of the wind through the leaves. But after you walked in, it was very quiet. You could only hear a subtle whine, like the low roar of an exhaust fan.

He took two steps and suddenly felt the footsteps were a little loud, so he stopped immediately.

Da da--

Only then did Qiao Mu notice that the footsteps stopped for a second after he stopped.

The footsteps came from behind him.

Qiao Mu looked back.

Outside the gate of the funeral home, weeds grew wild.

"strangeness."

Qiao Mu ignored the footsteps and continued walking forward, quickly walking into the door of the funeral home.

He found no figure of the night watchman, only the dim corridor.

There are obvious problems with the design of this old-fashioned corridor. Even during the day, the outside sunlight cannot shine in. Only the door at the end that leads to the other end of the room faintly shines.

The incandescent lamp above the head has not been replaced for a long time, and it is dim and dull, making the entire corridor look eerie and dark.

There are closed doors on both sides of the corridor, and I don't know where they lead.

From the deep corridor, there was a slight roar like an exhaust fan, like a stove with a high fire on.

To the left of the door is the front desk. The wooden tabletop has many mottled marks, as if nails were scratched on it.

On the wall behind the front desk, there is an old plastic board with some words printed on it in regular fonts.

"Funeral Home Code."

Qiao Mu silently read the words above.