Special Social Situation Administration

Yan Ting and Lu Yu brought Nie Wenxi back to the Social Affairs Bureau of Evil City, and settled him in his former dormitory—he lived here before moving in to live with Xie Xuxu.

Fortunately, for convenience at the time, I only moved some commonly used items to Xie Yingxu's house. After tidying up the dormitory a little, I could continue to live in it.

In terms of housework, you can never count on Lu Yu. He is spoiled by Yan Ting so much that he doesn't work hard and doesn't care about food. Even when it comes to cleaning up a little, he can only stand aside and cheer.

The job was done by Yan Ting.

Although Yan Ting is a young master outside his and Lu Yu's small family, there are only three people here, one is the pregnant husband who is broken in love, and the other is his wife who does not touch the spring water. None of them can be counted on. superior.

Nie Wenxi has been silent since he got in the car, like a doll who has lost his soul, expressionless, eyes glazed over, when Lu Yu said that he would move once, let him go to the left and never go to the right, the whole person was extremely passive .

Seeing this, Lu Yu was a little helpless, but he didn't know how to comfort him.

In the current situation, perhaps it would be more appropriate for Nie Wenxi to be alone, so after tidying up the dormitory, Yan Ting and Lu Yu said goodbye.

Before leaving, Lu Yu specially sent a message to Ming Wei to inform her of the matter and ask her to come back as soon as possible.

Originally, they planned to have a dinner after get off work to celebrate that Yan Ting and Lu Yu had finally obtained their certificates for the seven-year long-distance race, but Nie Wenxi took leave early to go home, and only Lu Yu, Yan Ting and Ming Wei were left for the dinner.Who would want to go out to dinner alone with a loving young couple?Anyway, Ming Wei was absolutely unwilling, she was very determined not to be a light bulb, so the party was simply changed.

When receiving the message from Lu Yu, Ming Wei was still shopping. The moment she saw the message, Ming Wei was filled with disbelief. How could two people who were still good before break up?

Although she was very confused in her heart, it did not delay her paying the bill and taking a taxi back to the dormitory.Her dormitory is next door to Nie Wenxi, and Lu Yu told her that she also hoped that she could take care of Nie Wenxi nearby.

After sending the message, Lu Yu and Yan Ting left the dormitory building. It was already past nine o'clock at night, and the night wind was gently blowing on the face, soft and soft, very comfortable. Lu Yu squinted his eyes and felt it for a moment. , turned his head and suggested to Yan Ting: "Why don't we walk back?"

"it is good."

Their home in Huacheng is near the Social Intelligence Bureau, a 10-minute walk away.Yan Ting parked the car in the garage, and walked home with Lu Yu on the No. 11 bus.

There is a paid parking lot at the entrance of the community. Many cars will be parked here temporarily.Lu Yu was too lazy to go around the traffic lights, so he dragged Yan Ting through the parking lot.

Because of the fees, taxis generally don’t park in this parking lot, but today, for the first time ever, one parked. The driver sat in the driver’s seat with a flat armchair and slept soundly. I thought he was too tired to find a place. take a break.

The platform broadcast in the car was not turned off, and when Lu Yu and Yan Ting passed by, they could still hear the broadcast inside: "I want a car in the Jiangxin North Community on the second ring road, and go to Songshan Funeral Parlor..."

With Lu Yu and Yan Ting's hearing ability, they could still hear the broadcast with the sound turned down deliberately, Lu Yu turned around and asked Yan Ting: "Isn't the funeral home already off work at this point?"

Yan Ting rubbed his head when he heard the words: "Generally, someone will be arranged to stay overnight, maybe somewhere near the funeral parlor."

"That's it..." Lu Yu nodded, secretly remembering.

Even though he has been in the WTO for seven years, he is still very unfamiliar with many things.This world is really too big, and God is not omniscient and omnipotent, but he has lived a long time and seen a lot, so he knows a little about everything and knows a little about everything.

Before his father hated humans, he would walk around the world from time to time.When he fell in love with humans, even if he only fell in love with one person, he was destined to start living such a life.

Fortunately, Yan Ting will always be by his side, accompanying him to explore this vast world.

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Zheng Bin is an old driver. Because of his good skills and courage, he would go anywhere in order to earn money, so he often walks at night.

However, if you walk a lot at night, you can meet all kinds of people.

No, he picked up a little girl in the Jiangxin North Community, and she had to go to the funeral home in the middle of the night.Although the destination was a bit scary, the location of Songshan Funeral Home was not remote, so he hesitated for a while before accepting the order.

He received someone at the gate of Jiangxin North Community. The girl was not tall, thin and small. She was wearing a yellow hoodie with the hood buttoned on her head, covering herself tightly.

As soon as she got into the car, she shrank back into the back seat, and said softly, "Master, go to Songshan Funeral Home."

Lao Zheng chatted with her kindly, of course, because it is easy to get sleepy if you don't say anything in the late-night train: "Girl, the funeral home is closed at this moment, what are you going to do?"

"Go find someone." From the sound alone, the girl should not be very old, in her twenties, about the same age as Lao Zheng's daughter.

"Who are you looking for at the funeral home?" Probably because the girl was about the same age as his own daughter, Lao Zheng somehow wanted to say a few more words, "Although the Songshan funeral home is not remote, it is a funeral home after all. After that, there will be no one there, you little girl...is there anyone coming to pick you up?"

There was a chuckle from the back seat: "Master was joking, who else can we find when we go to the funeral parlor?"

Lao Zheng felt guilty for a moment, and he didn't dare to talk to the girl again, so he sent her to the destination in silence, took the money, turned around and left.

Now that the online car-hailing software is so convenient, he is not afraid that the girl won't be able to get a car back, so he really dare not take it.

When the car slowly drove away from the funeral home, Lao Zheng glanced back in the rearview mirror—there was a little rain in the sky, and the girl held up a black umbrella, and then slowly walked into the funeral home...

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As soon as Xia Xinyue stepped into the gate of the funeral home, she was stopped by someone: "Girl! Girl! We are off work, sorry, please come back tomorrow."

The person who stopped her was the security guard of the funeral home. His surname was Song. He was over 50 years old and could have retired in other places, but it was just right here.In a place like a funeral parlor, I'm not old enough to dare to work as a security guard on the night shift.

Lao Song stopped her and looked at her for a while: "It's so late, and I've already got off work inside, what are you doing here?"

Xia Xinyue turned the umbrella around, and the edge of the umbrella was slightly raised, revealing her fair chin: "I'm here to find someone."

Lao Song was stunned: "Who are you looking for?"

"Your words are really interesting. I have come to the funeral home, who else can I find?" Xia Xinyue smiled and raised her umbrella, looking straight at Lao Song with a pair of black pupils - it was a kind of almost dark black, like The night sky is as deep and as viscous as an abyss.

"Of course it's a dead person." Her eyes sank, blood suddenly surged in the calm blackness, and the blood-like red rushed in her pupils, spread and stretched wantonly, and finally dyed her entire pupils red.

Stared at by those red pupils, Lao Song suddenly didn't know his name or where he was.

He stared blankly at Xia Xinyue, only to hear her say with a smile: "Let me in, pretend you haven't seen me."

Lao Song knew in his heart that this was wrong, he had already closed the restaurant after work, and he shouldn't let any irrelevant people in, but looking into those eyes, he couldn't think of a little bit of resistance, so He followed the girl past him and walked slowly towards the hall of the funeral parlor.

After a while, Lao Song suddenly woke up, and was very surprised at the fact that he was standing in a daze in the open space: "What do I want to do standing here?"

It's a pity that he thought about it but didn't come up with a reason, so he scratched his head and went back to the security room.

When entering the hall of the funeral home, Xia Xinyue was stopped for the second time. This time, it was Xiao Liu, the night shift worker of the funeral home who stopped her.

Xiao Liu was very surprised when he saw her: "Little girl, why did you come here?"

Xia Xinyue put away her umbrella, lowered her eyes and said in a low voice, "I'm here to find someone."

"Who are you looking for?" The only people on duty tonight are Xiao Liu and his master. There is no one else in the museum. The master has never mentioned that someone will come looking for him, and Xiao Liu doesn't know the girl in front of him either.If you are looking for other people, it has been a long time since get off work at this point, and everyone has already left.

Xia Xinyue thought for a while and said, "His name is Hong Song, so he's here with you, right?"

"..." Xiao Liu suddenly raised his head and looked at Xia Xinyue. He knew that Hong Song had to check the corpses that had not yet been cremated during the day. , the name is impressively listed.

When he raised his head, his eyes happened to meet Xia Xinyue's red eyes. He froze, and then he let go of all consciousness. Like a puppet, he obediently stood beside Xia Xinyue, waiting for her orders.

"Is he here?" Xia Xinyue asked again.

This time, Xiao Liu answered her question honestly: "Yes."

Xia Xinyue leaned her umbrella against the wall, turned to look at Xiao Liu: "Have you been cremated?"

Xiao Liu replied: "No, it hasn't been cremated yet."

Xia Xinyue smiled when she heard the words: "That's great, I was still worried about whether I might miss it on the way here."

She suddenly moved closer to Xiao Liu, grabbed his chin and forced him to lower his head and look directly into her eyes, and said in a deep voice, "Now, take me to find him."

"Okay." Xiao Liu moved at every command, turned around, and led Xia Xinyue towards the morgue inside the funeral home.

Under the leadership of the insiders, Xia Xinyue quickly found her target——Hong Song, male, 36 years old, a native of Huacheng, who committed suicide at home three days ago.

Xiao Liu helped her drag the body out, looking at the strange lifeless face in front of her, Xia Xinyue didn't move for a long time, until the person in her mind urged her, she took out the bag that she had prepared early in the morning. scalpel.

It wasn't the first time she had done it, but it still made her feel very uncomfortable.

Xiao Liu found a box for her, and inside it was the part that belonged to her brother that she took out from the body.

Afterwards, the two recovered the body and put it back in the freezer.

Xia Xinyue looked into Xiao Liu's eyes again, and ordered him: "Before someone finds out, dispose of his body, and then you will forget about it."

"Totally forgot, not remembering at all."

"You never saw me."

Taking advantage of the night, Xia Xinyue quietly left the funeral home. Holding the box, she walked along the street to the bustling area not far away.

When she blends into the crowd, she can erase her sense of existence.

When dawn comes, everyone will forget about this late-night visitor, and the traces of her visit will be erased together with the organs in her bosom that were returned to their original owners.