Boyfriends are crazy

"Senior, hello, um, I'm Shen Xibai who was sent here to work together today."

Song Shuqiang heard the boy's voice, turned his head, and looked at the person who was talking.

The boy in front was wearing the same lake-blue plastic surgical gown as him, a disposable hair cover, and gloves on his hands.

The boy looks very thin, with broad shoulders and a height of 1.8 meters. The mask has not been put on properly, revealing his better facial features.

It has to be said that the boy in front of him is really outstanding in appearance. He looks even whiter than many girls who have put on powder. His facial features are more delicate, with thick eyebrows and straight nose, and a pair of almond eyes that look very spiritual.

It can be said that this boy, no matter in terms of figure, appearance, or temperament, is very eye-catching in the crowd.

Song Shuqiang nodded at him, glanced at the other party's calm expression, and couldn't help sighing secretly in his heart, the younger generation is terrifying.

Yao remembered the first time he came into contact with a corpse, and then when he was doing makeup for someone, he almost wanted to vomit out all his food for three days.

He majored in burial in college, so all the classmates around him felt the same way, and with each other's encouragement, he survived the special period when he felt sick when he saw flesh.

After graduating, he worked in this industry for many years before he became a third-level cosmetologist.

Song Shuqiang can be regarded as a big brother. Seeing that the other party was young and only in his early 20s, he took the initiative to say, "You will come in with me later, and I will introduce some work arrangements to you first and tell you how to do it. Docking work and some caveats.”

Hearing what the other party said, Shen Xibai nodded with a smile, he looked very obedient, and looked younger when he laughed.

Seeing him like this, the man asked a little strangely, "You look quite young, didn't you major in this in college?"

Shen Xibai shook his head, "No, I became a monk halfway, and then went to a specialized institution to receive training for a period of time."

The man was even more surprised when he heard this, and asked, "Although laymen have always misunderstood our salary, you should have seen it when you were recruiting. The salary in our industry is very low. You are not doing it for money, right?"

Shen Xibai smiled and shook his head, "No."

He paused and paused, and just about to continue, suddenly, some strange memory fragments flashed in his mind, which made him frown, and even forgot to speak.

He took a deep breath, reacted, and continued to explain.

"Well... I think the mortician can help more people, so that they can bid farewell to this world with dignity..."

This reason is rather novel, Song Shuqiang couldn't help but look at Shen Xibai twice more, and found that the other party had a serious expression when he said this, and he didn't mean to be joking at all, so he was a little surprised.

After all, even those like him who have been working for many years, few of them started out of awe.

Song Shuqiang didn't think much about it, and led the people inside, intending to introduce to them in detail the workflow arrangement of their funeral home.

Suddenly, Song Shuqiang shivered, and felt something liquid dripped on the back of his neck, which was as cold as ice, and then slipped down his back and into his clothes.

Shen Xibai gave him a strange look, and being careful, he immediately noticed something was wrong with the other party, and asked directly, "Senior, what's wrong with you."

When Song Shuqiang heard his concerned greeting, for some reason, he instantly felt as if he had been thrown into a freezer. The cold air hit him, making him shiver again.

He touched his neck, raised his head and glanced at the undamaged ceiling, his brows twitched, and he looked back.

"it's okay no problem."

just how it feels...

It's getting colder around here? ...

It's like being threatened.

The two continued to walk forward.

But both of them were so engrossed that neither of them noticed that the shadow under Shen Xibai's feet was slightly different from that of Song Shuqiang.

Shen Xibai's shadow seems to have a stack of double shadows, it looks like two similar shadows are superimposed together slowly, and it's like a tall shadow building hugging another smaller shadow, the picture is extremely weird. ..

"Hiss." Shen Xibai suddenly took a deep breath.

Song Shuqiang turned his head to look at him and asked, "What's wrong?"

Shen Xibai had a strange expression, and touched his neck, "It's fine."

Strange, how he felt the illusion of being bitten on the neck.

Seeing him like that, Song Shuqiang thought that a mysterious liquid had been dripped into his neck, so he didn't take it seriously, and continued to introduce him to work.

The two shadows under Shen Xibai's feet hugged even tighter...

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Tired all day, Shen Xibai took off his gloves leisurely, hammered his sore neck with his hand, prepared to take off his work clothes, packed up his things, and prepared to go home to rest.

It's really strange, obviously he didn't do too much work today, but he always felt that his shoulders were sore, as if he had carried something for a whole day.

In the eyes of others, even just mentioning the name of "funeral parlor" will be taboo.

So those who come here on weekdays, apart from the family members of the deceased, are the internal personnel in charge of cremation, embalming, cemetery and other aspects in the entire funeral industry.

Today's Shen Xibai wore a gray turtleneck sweater, jeans, canvas shoes, and a simple denim backpack. He was dressed in a very simple way.

As soon as he came out of the gate of the funeral parlor, he noticed a man standing in the corner next to him holding an umbrella.

Because of this umbrella, Shen Xibai couldn't help but look at each other a few more times.

The current season is too early for spring. Although the coldness of the winter solstice has long since disappeared, long clothes and trousers are still the standard equipment for this season.

But the man in front of him was only wearing an extremely thin black shirt and a pair of well-tailored suit pants, which made people feel cold and desolate at first glance.

But the man stood very straight, with a firm back, and he looked a bit like a model walking on a runway, without the cold feeling of bending over for a long time because of the cold.

It's just that the umbrella that the man was holding seemed to be very dramatic, and there was no other reason, not to mention that there was no rain or sun today, there was really no need for an umbrella.What's more, the umbrella that the man is holding is too old and worn out!

Although the distance between Shen Xibai and the other party is a little far, Shen Xibai can clearly see that there are countless patches on the umbrella, and the shape of the umbrella is no longer a smooth circle. The iron brackets were so rotten that it was almost impossible to support the umbrella.

One sentence can sum up the status quo of this umbrella.

That is, -- horrible.

Shen Xibai is not a gossip person either, so he just glanced at the other party a few more times before silently withdrawing his gaze.

He was even afraid that these two eyes would make the other party think too much, make him feel uncomfortable or burdened.

It was also with this thought in mind that Shen Xibai looked at the road ahead of him without squinting, and continued to walk forward, not daring to stop.

The man stood in the distance with a blank face, his eyes were like pools, black and full of energy, his eyes stared at Shen Xibai's every move, and the light in his eyes became brighter and brighter.

His right hand was holding the handle of the umbrella, and his phalanges were rattling. He looked as excited as if he had been injected with a stimulant, and he couldn't suppress his ups and downs.

After staring at it for a while, the man let out a small chuckle, which sounded very pleasant, with a kind of joy and admiration that was lost and found.

but......

Very strange.

Even when the man laughed, he maintained a dead fish face from beginning to end, without any expression, and even the muscles on his face were not involved at all, as if he couldn't express at all. .

In short, it is a literal facial paralysis face, with weak facial nerves and very stiff.

Shen Xibai breathed a sigh of relief, and rubbed his temples a little weakly.

He took out the earphones from his pocket, plugged them into the phone, and started playing some soothing light music.

Shen Xibai first took the subway, then walked for a while, and after half an hour, he finally arrived at his own community.

The location of this community is not bad, there are subways for transportation, the air is relatively fresh, and there is no noise from cars at night.

As soon as Shen Xibai arrived at the gate of the community, he keenly sensed that something was wrong in the community today.

A police car was parked at the gate, and the usual sloppy security guards were standing in a row negotiating with the police. The atmosphere was very strange.

Shen Xibai glanced suspiciously at the direction of the police, and went in without knowing.

Could it be that thieves broke into their neighborhood?

Shen Xibai held some doubts, and began to continue walking into the community. After walking a few steps, he noticed with sharp eyes that a group of onlookers were gathering together not far away, surrounded by something from three floors inside and three floors outside.

Shen Xibai's ears were very good, and after a long distance, he heard the group of people discussing the key information of "dead people" and "jumping off a building".

Shen Xibai's brow twitched, his right eyelid also started to twitch, and a little reverence for life rose in his heart.

He also roughly guessed in his heart.

Shen Xibai couldn't help but sighed.

Life is really very fragile.

"Hello."

Shen Xibai lowered his head and continued to walk forward, suddenly a black figure blocked in front of him, and then called him.

Shen Xibai paused for a moment, then raised his head uncertainly.

As soon as he raised his head, his eyes widened in shock and he took a breath.

It turned out to be the strange man he met at the door of the funeral home when he got off work.

The only difference is that the man at this moment does not hold an umbrella in his hand.

Shen Xibai stared at the other person's eyes with some uncertainty, "Hello, may I ask...what can I do?"

The man didn't speak, but stared straight at him with very aggressive eyes, and his eyes were a little naked. If the man hadn't maintained an indifferent expression from the beginning to the end, Shen Xibai might have mistakenly thought that the other party was right. What do you mean by yourself.

The man paused, his lips moved, greedily enjoying the pleasure of staring at Shen Xibai from a close distance.

Finally, seeing the embarrassing and weird atmosphere between the two, and when Shen Xibai couldn't hold his breath, the man finally asked, "...Where is Building E going?"

The man's voice was very pleasant, hoarse and slightly magnetic. Shen Xibai was stunned for a moment, blinked dully, and forgot to speak for a long time.

Seeing that the other party was staring at him closely, Shen Xibai suddenly got excited, blushed, pointed to a direction with his finger, and said incoherently, "Well, just go straight in that direction and you will be there."

There was a flash of light in the man's eyes, which changed in obscurity, "Thank you."

You are finally back...