After the waste wood is dropped, A explodes the world

Chu Xun took a deep breath and asked me, is this guy a ghost, why can he meet him everywhere? Even though he thought so in his heart, he obediently opened the car door and got in.

"Where are you going?" Liu Xuan's voice was as cold as his face.

"Anywhere is fine." Chu Xun sniffed.

The car started, Liu Xuan turned the steering wheel and drove to another road.

Chu Xun looked down at the watch on his wrist, the hour hand was already pointing to eleven o'clock, and finally mustered up the courage to speak: "It's so late, don't you sleep?"

"Can't sleep."

The golden sycamore trees on the side of the road retreated rapidly outside the car window, and occasionally one or two drunks who were staggering here and there flashed by.

In less than 10 minutes, the car stopped, Chu Xun opened the door, and the three characters "Funeral Parlor" appeared in front of him.

Liu Xuan walked to the door with her hands in her pockets, and the security uncle pushed open the glass door of the lobby, smiling, "The team leader is here?"

"Yeah." Liu Xuan nodded slightly.

Chu Xun followed Liu Xuan into it. It stands to reason that this was not the first time he came here, but the first time he didn't have time to see anything in the mist. Now he walked in, he felt gloomy, but he was used to seeing ghosts and ghosts. I don't even feel scared.

Walking through the dark corridor to the office, Liu Xuan took off the white coat on the wall and put it on, and handed Chu Xun a disposable work clothes, then entered the refrigerator next to it, and pushed a corpse into the dressing room.

Turning on the light switch in the dressing room, Chu Xun looked around and saw palettes, brushes, cosmetics, paints and disinfectants on the workbench next to the coffin.

Liu Xuan put on disposable gloves, took off the white cloth covering the corpse, and started working.

Chu Xun stepped forward, and when he saw clearly the broken and ferocious face under the white cloth, he subconsciously took a few steps back. It was a boy's face.

Liu Xuan picked up the alcohol cotton pads, calmly cleaned the boy's face and body, then skillfully dressed the boy, and finally stitched and sewed the boy according to the photos of the boy before he was alive.

Chu Xun glanced at the photo next to the dead body, and immediately froze. The boy in the photo was none other than the boy he met in the mental hospital, the boy who called An Ling his mother.

"When... did he die?" Chu Xun wiped his eyes, unable to believe his eyes.

"Three days ago."

"How did you die?"

Liu Xuan didn't even lift her eyelids, "Jump off the building and commit suicide."

"Impossible!" The quiet dressing room was broken by Chu Xun's excited voice, "He is in a mental hospital, how could he jump off the building?"

"Have you seen him?"

Chu Xun said in a trembling voice, "This kid was on the hospital bed next to me back then."

Liu Xuan continued with the work in hand, "His father took him out of the hospital half a month ago."

"Who is his father?" Chu Xun stared at the boy on the bed, his lips turned gray.

"Client requested confidentiality."

Chu Xun grabbed the child's icy hand, hesitated for a while, and said word by word: "I saw with my own eyes that his mother...is An Ling."

Liu Xuan finally stopped what she was doing, "His father is Ji Qingyun."

Chu Xun was completely dumbfounded. Ji Qingyun is an expert who specializes in excavating ancient sites and is also Ji Qinglin's elder brother. He has a family for a long time, so how could he have anything to do with An Ling? Also, since her son is dead, how could An Ling not know about it? ?

Back to the program group, I couldn't sleep all night.

The next day, when I came to the rehearsal room, neither An Ling nor Ji Qinglin came, only Wen Hua stood in front of the window in a daze, and the contestants gathered together and whispered.