Bureau of Anomalous Biological Countermeasures

Biquge www.xbiquge.cc, the fastest update of the latest chapters of the Poll Bureau's Unknown Record!After Lao Mo finished telling his story, he took the tea from Fatty Sun and drank it.Fatty Sun was still looking at Lao Mo with a smile, but the next second, he suddenly turned his head to look at Ximen Lian, and said: "The official man, I am not talking about you. Several people here have talked about themselves, you See if you also talk about it?"

After listening to Fatty Sun, the expression on Ximen Chain's face was a little embarrassed.He glanced at Lao Mo and the flushed Xiong Wanyi and said, "I don't want to talk about it. As long as you are in the polls, the experience is the same." At this time, the fat son of Sun was a little embarrassed. Blushing, he waved his hand, and when he was about to speak, he was full of alcohol, and he took a deep breath to suppress the surge of alcohol.

Seeing that Fatty Sun didn't dare to open his mouth at this moment, I continued his words and said to Ximen Lian: "It's still a little different. Sir, I've always been curious. So many people in the polls will look at their mouths. You are the one who reads lip language? How do you think that you are also professionally trained. Before, it was not the national security department, or the field service of which special department?"

After I said this, Simon Chain, who had been drinking almost the same, turned redder now.Old Mo, who knew his details, also smiled slightly, poured a cup of tea for Ximen Chain, and said, "Officials, you are not welcome. You are all mixed in a spoon. Sun Ju and Lazi will know you sooner or later. The bottom line. Come on, there's nothing shameful."

At this time, Simon chain was a little twitched. After drinking half a cup of wine, he said, "What... I... I used to put makeup on." His answer was very unexpected.The senior official of Ximen added, "Being fine-tuned is to put makeup on the dead. Before I entered the polling bureau, I was a makeup artist who did makeup on the dead at the funeral home."

Although the answer given by Simon Chain is different from what I had guessed, I still don't understand. Even if he is a dead makeup artist, there is nothing to tweak.After Simon Lian explained his reason for entering the polls, I understood why he had such an embarrassing expression before, and the process of entering the polls was really not very obvious.

The scientific name of Simon Chain's previous work was Funeral Makeup Artist.A few years ago, this funeral makeup artist was still a disgusting industry, but I don’t know when it became popular.Ximen Chain still earned this job when it stood out from a large group of competitors.

It happened in the second year after Ximen Chain became a funeral makeup artist.When it was nearly twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, Ximen Chain had just fallen asleep when he was awakened by a ringing of the telephone.He grabbed the phone with his eyes half-open and was about to curse. After hearing the voice on the phone, he swallowed the swear word that had reached his throat.On the other end of the phone, it was Ximen Chain’s immediate boss, Xia Renxia, ​​the curator of the local funeral home.

Director Xia informed Ximen Lian on the phone that he should rush back to the funeral home to work overtime.Ximen's face was green at the time.Although he has not been in this business for a long time, he also knows the rules of some funeral homes. He has never heard of anyone who dares to return to the funeral home to work overtime in the middle of the night.He kept coughing into the phone, shrugged off his discomfort, and asked the curator to find another makeup artist.

Unexpectedly, just after he finished saying this, the curator over there became angry: "Do you think I haven't looked for it? Simon, I still look down on your half-hearted craftsmanship. If it weren't for the two bastards, they turned off their phones , I didn’t bother to look for your two knives.” I don’t know who leaked the overtime news. When the curator called the other two old makeup artists, both of them turned off their mobile phones and kept the landline at home. The line was busy, and curator Xia really had no choice but to call Ximen Chain.

Director Xia said on the phone the reason for working overtime. The mother of a local business man passed away in the hospital this afternoon.This big man is usually famous for his superstition. Now that his old mother is gone, he believes everything he should or shouldn't believe, and he has found a well-known local knowledgeable guest to do his work.

The big man's money was fully spent, and the funeral started to go smoothly, until the time when Zha Huangli was buried.Except tomorrow, it was not suitable for burial for two consecutive days, and everything was not suitable for the next few days. It was so easy to wait until the day of burial was over the first seven days.

The big guys are superstitious, and they dare not care about this matter.After studying with Dazhibin, I finally made a decision, cremated tomorrow morning, and went directly to the tomb for burial.Fortunately, he was well prepared for the funeral of the old mother, and the cemetery and the like had already been set up, so that he wouldn't be in a hurry when things came.In this way, in the evening, the big man found the director of the funeral home.

Curator Xia naturally did not dare to neglect, so he was busy at that time.After everything was arranged, I remembered to find a funeral makeup artist to do makeup for the elderly.Unexpectedly, after a phone call, only a makeup artist in Ximen chain was contacted.

Until now, in order to keep their jobs, Ximen Lian had to walk out of the house reluctantly.At this time, it was almost midnight, and the street was deserted, and Ximen chain raised his hand and stopped a taxi.After getting in the car, he said casually: "Master, go to the funeral home. Drive slowly, I'm not in a hurry."

"Where are you going? Say it again..." After hearing the destination, the taxi driver's scalp was numb, and he glanced at Ximen Chain in the rearview mirror.It was also that the senior official of Ximen had a morbidly pale skin, which made his lips unusually bright red.

Ximen Lian really thought the driver hadn't heard it clearly, so he added: "Funeral parlor...It's the old crematorium on Babao Road." Hearing the destination address again, the driver almost cried.He shivered and ignited, and drove the car out with twists and turns.On the way, the taxi driver did not dare to look at the Ximen chain any more, and drove to a position one hundred and eighty meters in front of the funeral home. The taxi suddenly turned off. No matter how the driver twisted the key, the car couldn't start.

Ximen Lian, who was sitting at the back, thought that he should have been lying on the warm bed by this time, and now braving the biting wind, he would return to the funeral home to put makeup on the dead.The more Ximen Lian thinks, the worse his complexion is, and the worse his complexion is, the less the driver in front will catch fire.