Here Lies The Wicked

“People are afraid of three lengths and two shorts. You know what incense is most afraid of? ”

“Incense is most afraid of two short lengths. ”

With the people at the crossroads, turning around, Fang realized that this was a somewhat elegant middle-aged man with the temperament of Mr. Teaching.

And in front of a middle-aged man, there was a brass fire pot, which was burning yellow paper, paper money, yuanbao and other mediums.

In the other hand, there are three lit lines.

It's the kind of incense that's often burned in temples.

The scene in front of us all shows that the other party is worshipping the dead soul.

However, three lines of incense in the hands of a middle-aged man are weird at this moment, two short and one long, two short sides and a long middle.

Fang noticed the eyes of the middle-aged man, and kept an eye on the yellow paper stuck under his shoes. Fang quickly tore the yellow paper off, carefully placed it on the ground, while apologizing to the dead soul.

It's not about superstition or superstition.

It doesn't matter if you believe in ghosts or not.

Rather, it is a due respect for the dead and does not desecrate the dead.

When Fang was finishing all this, he found that the middle-aged man had turned his back on him, ignored him, and continued to burn paper money and yellow paper into the fire basin. After this little insertion, Fang felt a little more positive about this middle-aged man's senses like Mr. Teaching's temperament. He could respect the deceased. At least this man can't go anywhere bad.

There was only one path ahead of him, and he had to keep going. This time, he was very careful and tried to avoid the yellow paper and paper money on the ground.

At this time, another shady wind was shaken, the square nose flapped a few times, and the eyebrows wrinkled.

It smells like nasal acid when corpses rot.

As it approached the middle-aged man, the smell of decay gradually became stronger. It was precisely from the direction of the middle-aged man that the square did not move. When the wings passed by the middle-aged man, it was only in the eyes of the square two sides that there was a deep glow completely incompatible with his age temperament. It flashed past, and the square face changed dramatically.

Corpse!

On a middle-aged man, he saw a strong, overwhelming corpse, and death!

Huh?

No, it's not!

The party is watching carefully, but it sees a line of life from the other party. In the overwhelming wind and death, there is a hidden to deep living cheerfulness.

A living dead face?

The dead take the sun?

With vigilance, he began to scratch up the recent charge in his brain and learned a lot about it.

At this time, Fang Zheng discovered that the three incense lines in the hands of middle-aged men changed back from two short to one long to Qi Ping. It was really strange, Fang Zheng Zheng was surprised.

“Mr. Fook, you're acting like a ghost again in the middle of the night to scare ordinary people. ”

A sound, huh? Fang Zhengzheng, this sound… seems to be familiar, the subconscious follow the reputation.

It was only then that he noticed that at the crossroads he was situated in a visually blind area, in the middle of the night, in the only shop that was open and operated, the lights lit up.

Just a few steps ahead, the owner of some familiar sounds was finally seen… the butcher Zhang, who was facing a plate of pig's ears for the sake!

Fang Zheng was stunned.

Not only was Fang Zheng stunned, but even Zhang Butcher, who was about to sip a sip of wine, was also obviously stunned.

But the first reaction was the butcher Zhang.

Seeing that he soon recovered to that plain look, after drinking the wine in his glass, he said calmly: "I'll be fine with my ghost knife. ”

There is no way for the parties to argue, because Zhang Butcher's eyes have looked directly towards the direction between his waists.

Covered by the jacket directly behind you, there is no sheath.

The face just changed.

Shit, his scalp is numb, he can't help it. Or did he already see something?

Fang was standing in place, his brain spinning rapidly, thinking about how to respond next to the most natural. At this time, the corpse who had been squatting at the intersection burning paper money rushed to the middle-aged man, that is, Mr. Fu, who had risen up and walked back to the store.

“Since Zhang is a butcher's friend, come in. ”

After passing by Fang Zheng, Mr. Fu walked directly into the store.

At this time, it was just noticed that from the first glance, this teacher had the temperament of Mr. Zhang, Mr. Fu in the mouth of the butcher, from the beginning to the end, he pulled a dead face with no expression.

To think of it, Fang suddenly has some pain in his balls.

Zhang Butcher's indifference.

Mr. Fook's dead face, faceless.

It turns out that things are clustered.

Fang didn't know what he had in mind. Suddenly he smiled and saw him walking into the store with generosity and sitting directly next to the butcher Zhang.

“The ghost knife works well, but the only regret is that it's shorter and sometimes it's hard to chop.” Fang is picking up another pair of clean chopsticks, clamping the meat from the ears of the pig into his mouth and chewing it, and then praising it for its wonderful taste.

Be generous.

No correction, no fear of the feet.

The butcher Zhang took the initiative to pour a glass of wine.

Some say the wine table culture is the most elusive, it can easily turn brothers against each other, and it can make two strangers year-round.

Let's see if your liquor gets into each other's eyes.

Fang did not have any correction, and drank a refreshing drink.

At this time, we also took the opportunity to measure the situation in the store, a meditation shop in the old street that specializes in funeral items such as paper money, yellow paper, life vests, candlestick yuanbao, etc.

I didn't see a paper man.

But Fangzheng's eyes are more on Mr. Fu. What's with all the dead air and corpses?

Kept him out of his mind.

Mr. Fook, the butcher's friend, is dead? Or alive?

The underworld shop is divided into a front hall for business and a back hall for the storage of goods, which has not been out of the back hall since Mr. Fook entered the store.

“Isn't that curious?” Zhang Butcher looked at Fangzheng calmly and without waves, and wondered if he meant anything else.

“Follow me. ”

Butcher Zhang got up and walked back to the hall.

Fang hesitated, or followed.

As soon as he entered the backyard, he noticed that the temperatures in the backyard were significantly lower than in the front yard, and the lights were slightly dim, and then he saw three verbatim coffins in the backyard.

Square surprised.

Cremation is now endemic, the State has long banned burial, coffins are no longer visible in cities, and coffin shops have been converted. The only opportunity for people to see the coffin is the ice coffin hired from the funeral home. Of course, some burial practices are still visible in rural areas where there is still little legal awareness of individual cases. I can't believe there are three coffins in this underworld shop in the city.

Fang Zheng was bold, the probe looked into the coffin, not empty coffin, each lying a female corpse.

Before seeing Mr. Fu busy, it was precisely for the three female corpses that he was buried in the morgue. At this time, he had put on makeup, but Fang Zheng's eyebrows still couldn't help wrinkling. This death method is somewhat tragic.

“There's a place at night, there's going to be a lot of fun, are you interested in seeing it together? ”

The butcher Zhang is talking to each other.

“Mr. Fook, me, you, the three of us. ”