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Night falls.

The lifeless crematorium was shrouded in darkness.

It was eerily quiet.

The burnt smell lingered in the cold air.

This is the place closest to another world in reality.

Under the cover of darkness, I quietly walked to the workroom.

A cold white light shines from the window of the workshop, like a giant eye with only the whites of its eyes, staring blankly into the darkness ahead.

Occasionally, a figure passed by the window.

The crematorium is not empty tonight.

I approached the workroom carefully. The doors and windows were closed, and I put my ear to the gap and could hear faint voices.

Occasionally, accompanied by the sound of footsteps and figures passing by the window, it must be someone walking back and forth on the phone.

I walked along the wall, looking for the location of the warehouse.

The warehouse should be a small building that is closest to the workshop but exists alone.

Because there is only one passage into the workroom. If the warehouse is inside the workroom, you must take this passage and pass by the office.

It is difficult for ordinary people to enter the warehouse and light a fire without being discovered, let alone the crazy Yang Mei.

Soon, my suspicion was confirmed.

At the very edge of the workshop, there is a low, small house that looks like it was built temporarily next to the workshop, separated only by a wall.

I quickly walked over, looked around, and after making sure no one was around, I turned on the flashlight and turned the light to the lowest setting.

The walls showed signs of being blackened by the flames.

There is an iron lock on the door.

It's a very ordinary lock, and what's inside is definitely not important.

Of course, most people don’t have the guts to go to the crematorium and steal things.

I took out a thin wire and inserted it into the keyhole. After some fiddling with it, the lock opened with a snap.

Gently push the door open.

The rusty door shaft made a series of creaking and friction sounds, which seemed particularly harsh in the silent environment.

I turned off the flashlight and looked around carefully.

After waiting for a moment, it was still eerily quiet, and then I turned on the flashlight again and cautiously shined it through the half-open door to the warehouse.

The area is not large, about 20 square meters.

There are many messy things piled up against the wall, such as iron shelves, white curtains, artificial flowers, etc., all used to build the mourning hall.

Walking into the warehouse, closing the door gently, the flashlight slowly swept across the house.

The wall shared with the workshop still had scorch marks licked by the flames, but the other three walls did not.

The original warehouse must have been burned down, but what I see now was rebuilt on the original basis.

It's very sloppy and crude, and it only serves as a shelter from wind and rain.

I carefully rummaged through everything in the warehouse and couldn't find even half of the paper goods, let alone the paper figures.

It seems that Xue Zhengkai did not lie on this point.

But the task in the live broadcast room mentioned paper figures, indicating that there must be paper figures in the crematorium, but I don’t know where they are hidden.

The warehouse turned up nothing and I was ready to quit.

At this moment, there were slight footsteps outside.

somebody is coming? !

I immediately extinguished the flashlight and hid myself in the darkness.

Knock, knock.

The cautious sound of high heels got closer and closer to the warehouse, and finally stopped at the door.

"Huh?"

A slight sound of surprise came through the crack in the door.

Immediately afterwards, the door was pushed open with a creak.

Before anyone from outside came in, I groped along the wall, quickly hid under the nearest table, and covered it with a white curtain.

"It must be that damn guy. He forgot to lock the door again. He has the brains of a pig!" The woman cursed.

The mean tone makes people easily think of Jin Zhiyou's wife, that beautiful woman with a big temper.

There is a smell of perfume in the air.

I heard the sound of the door closing, and then the lighter clicked on, and a beautiful and flawless but gloomy face appeared in the dim light.

Pulling the white curtain open a little, I could see clearly that she was really Jin Zhiyou's wife.

Skillfully lighting a slender lady's cigarette, the woman leaned her back against the wall and slowly started smoking.

The lighter's flame went out, and the small warehouse fell into darkness again.

The flames of cigarette butts alternated between light and dark in the darkness, and women blew out smoke rings from time to time, making a whirring sound.

She came to the warehouse alone, but didn't take anything. She closed the door and stood here smoking. Could she be waiting for someone?

About ten minutes.

There were footsteps outside again, very soft and sneaky, like a thief.

The door was opened again, and someone came in in the dark.

"My dear Liu Yun misses me so much."

"Put your claws away, why did it take you so long?"

A rustling sound rang out, and the woman wanted to refuse but greeted her with an angry tone.

"Oh, my darling, I have to find a reason to come out of the office. Isn't that guy here today? If he sees us together, I won't have to quarrel with you."

"Why does he have the nerve to quarrel with me? He is in the first grade of junior high school, so don't rely on me to be in the fifteenth grade. Just allow him to be obsessed with that crazy woman, but don't allow me to find someone I like to be happy?"

"I feel sorry for you. We don't have to be the same as him. Don't be angry, my dear. It's not beautiful to be angry."

"Why, if I were like that crazy woman, would you do the same to me?"

"How could that be possible! Can you and her be the same? She is a rotten fruit in the mud, and you are the clouds in the sky. There is no comparison at all. Why have I never gotten married? I am just waiting for you. Look at me, my hair is almost turning gray, why don’t you comfort me?”

"Hmph, who knows whether what you say is true or false? You men can say anything before you get a woman."

"Conscience of heaven and earth, I didn't do all this just for you!"

"Don't lie to me! I've had enough of staying in this hellish place putting makeup on dead people every day!"

"After tonight, everything will be over. When we get what we deserve, I will take you far away and never come back!"

“That’s pretty much it”

The woman's appetite was whetted.

Men are impatient.

In the darkness, the two bodies were hotly pressed together.

Seeing that something indescribable was about to happen, there was a sudden thud outside, as if something fell to the ground.

The man and woman's rapid breathing stopped abruptly.

"Is there anyone?" The man's voice was tense.

"Whatever, it's the last night, are you worried that others will know?" The woman's voice was disdainful.

"No, the closer it is to the last moment, the more cautious we must be."

The rustling sound of dressing was heard, and the man walked to the door, opened it a little and looked outside.

"It was too dark and I couldn't see anything."

"If you think too much, maybe a mouse ran by and knocked things over."

"No, when did we have a mouse before? Someone must have been outside just now." The man thought about it, and after a fierce ideological struggle, he suppressed his desire.

I admire him.

To be able to restrain yourself at such a time is either because you have extraordinary endurance or because you have something extremely important.

Judging from the conversation between the couple, it was obviously the latter.