Boyfriends are crazy

"Xiao Shen, have you read it? Someone on the Internet broke the news about the group of juvenile delinquents."

As an embalmer, Song Shuqiang has no social life except for work, because this kind of industry is difficult for people to understand. Apart from being able to get along with friends in the same position, he rarely moves around even among relatives.

Because of this, most of their lives are very monotonous, so they need some life flavoring.

And Song Shuqiang is obviously a big man, and also has a bit of a gossip physique. After returning yesterday, he has been paying attention to the progress of this case over and over again.

When Shen Xibai heard Song Shuqiang's words, his expression paused again and again. He seemed to be preoccupied. He turned around with a serious expression.

Song Shuqiang couldn't help but feel a little strange seeing him like this, "What's wrong with you?"

Shen Xibai's lips moved, his Adam's apple rolled, and he asked, "Could it be that as long as you are under the age of 14, you don't have to bear any legal consequences?"

Song Shuqiang was a little surprised that Shen Xibai would ask this question, but looking at the struggling and even confused eyes of the other party, Song Shuqiang was rarely silent, and didn't know how to answer for a while.

"..." Song Shuqiang moved his lips, and his expression was a little struggling. The next second, he pursed his lips again, forming a straight line.

Finally, Song Shuqiang opened his lips and asked, "Then do you think laws exist to prevent crimes, or to punish crimes?"

Shen Xibai was stunned, turned around, stared into Song Shuqiang's eyes in a daze, and answered with some uncertainty, "...prevention?"

Song Shuqiang nodded and sighed, "The existence of the death penalty is not revenge or punishment. They exist to warn citizens of the world to follow the laws of society."

"So even if they are death row prisoners, the law will still not deprive them of their basic human rights, and will not impose torture similar to the ancient one, which is crueler than the death penalty, because once there is a torture that is greater than the death penalty, it means that the criminal law The role is no longer to maintain the order of this society, but to avenge these criminals."

Shen Xibai's expression was blank, as if he hadn't thought of this at all.

Song Shuqiang sighed again, "The law does not prevent juvenile offenders from bearing the consequences, nor does it have any restrictions, but it chooses to exempt them from criminal responsibility out of the original intention of maintaining social order, but their legal responsibility is inevitable. .”

Song Shuqiang got up, walked to Shen Xibai's side, patted him on the shoulder earnestly, and said, "If we don't have the ability to change the status quo, we still have to believe that it will change one day, because those who have the ability, They are all working hard towards this goal, and there are many people who have worked hard all their lives."

Song Shuqiang paused, and added, "This is true for any industry."

Shen Xibai opened his mouth wide as if enlightened, and his eyes lit up all of a sudden.

Song Shuqiang looked at him like this, lowered his head helplessly, and shook his head, "This world is indeed not very good, but fortunately, justice will never be absent."

After speaking, Song Shuqiang put on his mask, took a deep look at Shen Xibai, and continued to prepare.

Shen Xibai took a deep breath, adjusted the little Jiujiu in his heart, stopped thinking about it, and then returned to work.

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"Do you think this corpse..." Song Shuqiang pressed his gloved hand on the corpse's neck twice, frowned, and weighed his adjectives before finishing his sentence, "It's a bit strange."

Hearing the words, Shen Xibai turned sideways, walked to Song Shuqiang's side, and began to carefully examine the newly delivered old man's body in front of him.

"What's so strange?" Shen Xibai was a little puzzled.

Song Shuqiang's brows flicked up and down, his expression was a bit indescribable, "There are strangle marks on his neck, and if you look at his expression, it's also a bit like the reaction that you will have when you die from mechanical suffocation."

Shen Xibai's pupils trembled, and he began to look at the corpse seriously.

The corpse was sent over secretly at noon, and the family members were not present, nor did they make any request, they just hoped to be cremated as soon as possible.

"No, look, he has a formal autopsy report." The veins in Shen Xibai's temples were twitching.

"The autopsy report clearly concluded that the old man died of suffocation due to a sudden asthma attack."

The two of them, who knew that the professional autopsy report could not be wrong, remained silent.

They both saw the unconcealable horror in each other's eyes.

But despite their misgivings, the two of them couldn't stop working.

The narrow body washing room is airtight and oppressive.

A long iron bed on which the remains were placed, a high cabinet filled with various "cosmetics", and a washstand.

The whole room, even if it is cleaned regularly every day, still has a lingering corpse smell.

Indistinctly, there is still a cloud of yin that seeps in from nowhere.

Shen Xibai assisted Song Shuqiang to clean up the old man's body.

Shen Xibai was clearly wearing a fleece sweater, but during the cleaning process, he couldn't help shivering and shivering.

It was like a flexible snake suddenly attached to his calf, then climbed up little by little, and finally entwined tightly around his body, the chill also swept over Shen Xibai's whole body, wrapping him layer by layer.

Shen Xibai, who had already had goosebumps three times in a row, couldn't help but muttered, "Why is the weather so cold today."

Song Shuqiang is carefully using glue to help the old man sew up his mouth.

He glanced at Shen Xibai, put down the glue, and picked up the wire to fix his face.

"Is it cold? The temperature is quite high today." Song Shuqiang replied indifferently.

Shen Xibai shrugged his shoulders again from the cold, and trembled twice.

Hearing the sound, Shen Xibai raised his head, glanced at Song Shuqiang who was only wearing a thin coat, and saw that the other party was calm and calm, and didn't feel cold at all, he couldn't help but feel strange in his heart.

Is his physique so bad?He is usually not afraid of the cold.

With a solemn expression, Shen Xibai shook his head, pondered for a moment, and finally decided to bring an extra sweater tomorrow, just in case.

smell good...

A black mass invisible to the naked eye wrapped around Shen Xibai.

Like the black smoke from the old chimney of a country house, it filled the air.

The black smoke suddenly spread and filled the entire cleaning room, and then condensed into an object-like entity, rubbing against Shen Xibai's side.

And the silhouettes of the human figures that this ghost thing accidentally transformed also look like blue-faced fangs, which is very terrifying.

Unfortunately, both Shen Xibai and Song Shuqiang were completely ignorant of what was happening around them.

smell good...

Hei Yan sniffed the fragrance of Shen Xibai's body, and whimpered greedily.

Shen Xibai's brows twitched suddenly, as if he had been stimulated by something, and if he felt something, he suddenly turned around, rolled his eyes, and scanned the entire room.

Strange...how did he feel as if he heard some strange sound.

Shen Xibai shook his head vigorously, thinking that he didn't have a good rest yesterday, which caused him to have auditory hallucinations.

Think no more.

The concentration of black smoke is getting deeper and deeper, and the surrounding temperature is also getting lower and lower.

It was so low that Shen Xibai no longer just had goosebumps, he even started to tremble, and a thin layer of icicles appeared on his face.

Song Shuqiang, who occasionally cast his eyes on Shen Xibai, immediately noticed something was wrong with him.

Song Shuqiang's eyes changed, and he was about to stretch out his hand to pull the other party, but suddenly realized that his hand was not clean, and quickly retracted it.

"what happened to you?"

Shen Xibai raised his head, his shoulders were still shaking, "I feel a little cold."

Song Shuqiang frowned, thought for three seconds, and said, "You go to rest first, I'm fine here alone, you go outside and drink a cup of hot water."

Shen Xibai couldn't show his strength, so he nodded his head, but trembled even more.

He opened the door outside the cleaning room. Outside the door was a long and dark corridor. There was a lonely darkness in the corridor, and the lights flickered on and off.

As soon as Shen Xibai left, the black smoke that had been stalking him immediately followed his footsteps, lingering around him.

"Buzz buzz—" the phone in Shen Xibai's pocket made a muffled sound.

Shen Xibai just took two steps, paused again and again, took off his silicone gloves, and took out his phone with difficulty.

He glanced at the phone screen, it was someone outside his address book.

Shen Xibai stared at the word "unknown number" for three seconds, hesitated for a moment, not sure if it was a harassing call, and finally pressed the confirmation button.

"Hello?" Shen Xibai responded.

"..." There was no response from the other end of the phone.

Shen Xibai frowned, feeling strange, and said "Hello?", but the other party still didn't say anything.

The black smoke continued to spread, turning into a four-dimensional beast, three parts like a human, seven parts like a ghost, constantly sniffing the scent of Shen Xibai's body.

It smells so good...

Black Smoke sneered greedily, it lost its thinking and consciousness, it was already a monster swallowed by desire.

Looking at Shen Xibai's eyes is like a delicious gluttonous meal.

Shen Xibai took the phone away from his ear, and glanced at the screen suspiciously. The other end of the phone was not hung up, but there was still no answer.

Just when Shen Xibai was about to press the hang up button, there was a rustling sound on the other end of the phone.

Shen Xibai was stunned for a moment, then tentatively asked "Hello?"

"Hmm." The person on the other end of the conversation finally made a sound.

Shen Xibai was taken aback.

Hei Yan couldn't hold back her impulse anymore, and opened her bloody mouth, wanting to swallow Shen Xibai into her mouth in one gulp.

It just opened its mouth wide and before sticking out its tongue, it was stopped by something, and its body also froze in place.

"Yu Feng?" Shen Xibai rolled his eyes, feeling that the voice on the other end of the phone was all too familiar to him.

"Yeah." The man replied.

Gu Yufeng held the mobile phone in one hand, and directly pinched Heiyan's neck with the other.

Heiyan whimpered in pain, and then let out a howl of crying, the cry was extremely shrill, as if it wanted to break through the sky.

It tried hard to escape from the man's hand, but no matter how hard it struggled, it was just an ant in front of the man, and it would shatter when pinched.

Shen Xibai pursed his lips, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and his body temperature gradually warmed up. Hearing the affirmative answer from the other end of the phone, he couldn't help but ask, "Where did you get my phone number?"

The man crushed the black smoke into his palms, turned around, and took two more steps. His body was facing Shen Xibai, and his eyes were calmly staring at the other person's face.

At this time, Shen Xibai couldn't see him, and he didn't know what kind of bloody storm was around him just like this.

Gu Yufeng lowered his body, relying on Shen Xibai not to be able to see, his lips were directly printed on the corner of the other's right eye like a dragonfly on water, and he attached a kiss without the slightest lust.

"you guess."

Listening to the voice on the other end of the phone, Shen Xibai's heart palpitated, and his eyelids also twitched.

It was as if suddenly, an unknown premonition popped up in my heart.