At this point, the old man knew very well that the young girl had a corpse odor, a red thread sewed on her neck, and a fear of talisman. She was obviously dead long ago. What she told herself just now was definitely not the truth, at least how she died, she must have lied. Oh? By the way, he had obviously pasted the talisman on the girl's forehead, but now, looking at the girl's smooth and delicate forehead, he was immediately dumbfounded. Where is that talisman? Looking back, there was a talisman under the bed where the girl lay. I immediately understood that this symbol must have been blown away by the wind. There is no talisman on the girl's forehead, so it's no wonder she will get up and toss. The old man thinks about it carefully. This girl was sent into the morgue during the day. The masters who specialize in makeup for the dead are afraid of evil. They all work during the day and rest at night. However, I didn't go to work during the day. Of course I didn't see what the girl's body was like when it was delivered. As for whether the makeup artist sewed her neck back after putting on makeup, it is not known. The old man said in his heart that if he were there during the day, he would not appear in this joke.

Seeing the old man standing still, the girl yelled with anger, "Hey, I said the old color bag, why are you not moving? Tear off the talisman, hurry up."

Only then did the old man wake up, "No! You can't tear this talisman."

Suddenly the girl's mouth slumped, and she opened her throat and started crying.

"Master, you said so well before. You promised to let me go. How did you change your mind now? I have told you all about my life experience. Do you want me to be taken away by them for cremation tomorrow? They are murderers. ."

"Girl, there is no other way. You are already dead. Those who have died should forget all the grievances in this world, reincarnate with peace of mind, and enter the next cycle."

The girl angrily said, "Who said I was dead? I'm not dead at all, I'm still alive."

"Girl, don't fool me anymore. You have a corpse odor, and your neck is sewn with red thread. My old man is dazzled, but I can see it just now. Your neck is sewn with red thread. . You are dead a long time ago. Those who are dead should admit their fate and report to the underworld with peace of mind."

"You're talking nonsense, you die old man, if you don't help, you still make me angry."

After the girl finished speaking, her eyebrows were erected, and she rushed over and grabbed the old man's neck, "Stubbornly, since you refuse to help me, then go to death."

The old man wanted to break her hand away, but she had a lot of power. The old man used the strength of feeding, and still couldn't break her hand. Seeing that, the old man had been pinched to make his face blue and purple, and only vented out of breath. , The old man knew that he would go down with her again, and there was nothing to end, so he had to beg for mercy, "Girl, we have no grievances, you can let me go, whoever you have enemies with, you will find someone to settle the account. Don't come to me."

The girl snorted coldly, "Old man, I thought you were not afraid of death. It seems that you are also a coward. Since you begged me to let you go, I had no intention of killing you. You just need to tear the talisman on the door to me and we will do it. Nothing happened."

"Well, isn't it just tearing the talisman, I promise you that."

"Huh, this is a smart person, you are just a mess, you can't take your own life again."

The girl giggled and released her hand. Where did the old man dare to fight against the girl, he got up from the ground obediently, and tore off the talisman on the door.

"That's right, go against me, remember, nothing will end."

After the girl finished speaking, still giggling, she tore open the door of the morgue and walked out staggeringly.

The old man rubbed his bruised neck, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and he was completely awake. what? No, there are countless corpses in this morgue. I just wrote in the log that there are nine corpses. Now I ran one. Tomorrow the girl’s family members will come to pick up the corpse and find that the corpse is gone. How can I explain it? No, you can't let her run.

At this time, the old man was completely awake, time was running out, and he had no time to think about it, he immediately opened the door and chased it out. Sure enough, I saw the girl not far in front, still walking forward in a weird posture.

"Girl, don't run, come back."

When the girl heard the shout, she looked back, not to be aware of something stepped on her feet and tripped over. Her body didn't seem to bend, so she just fell straight down. When she went down, her head hit the wall behind her, and she heard a bang. The girl and the head and body separated. His head was sturdy, rolling out all the way, just to the old man's feet. The old man was so frightened, he jumped out two meters away.

At this moment, I saw that head jumped up, standing on the ground with the neck instead of the feet, and gave the old man a vicious look, "The old man, what are you doing with me?"

The old man trembled and said, "Girl, don't screw it up and come back with me. You are dead, but accept the fate's arrangement and go back and wait for the cremation tomorrow."

"Bah! Waiting for cremation? I am not a person willing to fate, I want to go out, I want to leave here, I want revenge, their family of three killed me, I can't make them feel better, you wait and see, they It must be ugly to die."

"Girl, why do you repay such an injustice?"

"Shut up, you useless old guy. Their family of three is not dead, can I close my eyes?"

When the head finished speaking, he immediately whistled at the headless corpse lying on the ground. Then, the headless corpse immediately got up, staggering towards this side. Seeing this, the old man hurried back a few steps, how dare he look directly at the situation. I saw the headless corpse walked to the head, slowly bent down, reached out to pick up the head, and set it on the empty neck. After a strange click, the head miraculously "grew" on the neck of the headless corpse. The girl seemed to have returned to "the original".

The girl walked up to the old man and sneered, "This makeup artist's craftsmanship is really not good, isn't it just to sew a head? The stitches are not strong at all, and they fall off when they touch them. This kind of craftsmanship is still mixed in this industry. Eat, don’t you think we dead people are perfunctory and can’t complain to him?"

The old man was so frightened that he didn't dare to come out, "Oh, that, I just saw it, in fact, the makeup artist's craftsmanship is good, the stitches are fine and dense, and it can compare with the soles of the old lady."

The girl frowned, "Huh? Do you still dare to speak for him?"

"Well, I didn't want to speak for him. I saw that the stitches are quite fine."

"Enough, I have to go, goodbye."

The girl stretched out her cold hand and patted the old man's shoulder. Then, she turned around and staggered away. She stretched out her hand to help her neck as she walked, as if worried that her head would fall again.