Zhu Tian: Starting from the corpse keeper of the funeral parlor
47 Mass Production of Corpse Suppressing Talismans

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At this moment, a snicker came from outside the door.

Brother Li, the security guard, stuck his head in from outside.

"Xiao Han, I just finished my meal and was about to take you to the cafeteria. I didn't expect you to eat first.”

Obviously, he had seen Wang Peipei's figure leave just now.

As a 30-year-old married man with a son and daughter, how could he not know the ins and outs?

"Tsk tsk…I see that you're enjoying yourself. I don't need to replace you in the future.”

Brother Li teased Zuo Xiaohan, making him feel a little embarrassed.

He was still a rookie in this life, and he was still thousands of miles away from the realm of an experienced driver.

Zuo Xiaohan quickly finished the food in front of her and put the lunch box away. She planned to wash it under the tap in the bathroom.

Brother Li suddenly hugged his shoulder and said,"What are you panicking for?" I'll take a shower later and come out to have a smoke with my brother.”

Zuo Xiaohan was also embarrassed to refuse.

The two of them got into position in the corridor and were about to smoke when another figure flashed past the hall at the end of the corridor.

The inspector girl holding a small notebook appeared in their line of sight again.

"How f * cking unlucky.”

Brother Li stuffed the cigarette into his pocket, and his face instantly fell.

Coincidentally, this comment was a little loud and was heard by the girl from the HR department. The latter's expression changed immediately.

Brother Li used his old trick again. He put his hands behind his back and pretended to be patrolling. He walked out of the hall expressionlessly.

Zuo Xiaohan was the only one left in the corridor.

He looked at the girl in the HR department in a panic, then pushed open the door and entered Morgue No. 3 without saying anything.

Last time, he could find an excuse to go to the toilet. What could he say this time?

Could it be that he went out to digest his food after eating?

Zuo Xiaohan decided to use the method that Wang Fugui had told him before--to talk less and do more, and to keep a low profile.

Silence returned to the corridor.

Only the girl from the HR department was left in a mess. She stood rooted to the ground for a while, the corners of her mouth pursed, and she suddenly had the urge to cry.

She had been recruited last year and had gone through the formal recruitment procedures of a funeral parlor. She had no connections or background, so she could only be conscientious and cautious when she arrived.

The leader had set a rule of checking four to five times a day, and she could only carry it out seriously.

Although many of her colleagues did not like her very much.

Brother Li in the monitoring room was experienced and she didn't want to offend him. This Zuo Xiaohan was still on her first day of internship, and she was already so unrestrained. Could it be that the small notebook and ballpoint pen in her hands were just decorations?

So what if he had connections!

The girl couldn't help but think of how Zuo Xiaohan had asked Wang Fugui for housing subsidies in the office a few days ago. She decided to record it truthfully.

"Zuo Xiaohan from the morgue slipped out of his post several times during work. He smoked and chatted outside the corridor. Li Pingan from the monitoring room frequently used the excuse of patrolling to interfere with the work of other colleagues, causing a very bad influence.”

"You still don't respect the inspector."

The girl from the HR department wrote down a few notes in her notebook.

He had to hand in his work records for the day before he got off work, and he had to make these old foxes and connections wait.

She bit her lip, feeling a sense of relief after successfully venting her anger.

Just as she was about to leave, there was a sudden sound of cheerful footsteps in the corridor. It turned out that Wang Peipei still remembered what she had said earlier. She was about to find Zuo Xiaohan to get her lunch box when she accidentally bumped into the inspector girl.

Wang Peipei glanced at her warily and ran straight to Morgue 3 without stopping.

The female inspector was speechless.

The sense of satisfaction that had just emerged in his heart quickly disappeared.

Her face was livid and her expression was gloomy. She followed behind him and asked expressionlessly,"Wang Peipei, it's working hours now. Where are you going?”

"Ah! I have nothing to do now. I'll go get something from Zuo Xiaohan.”

"You…"

You know that it's working hours?

The inspector girl held the notebook and ballpoint pen in her hands. She was about to raise them up, but she suppressed her anger and put them down. Then, she raised them again.

He only felt a lump in his chest, and his anger was rising.

Just as the two of them were about seven to eight meters away from each other, Wang Peipei leaned against the door handle outside the morgue. She couldn't help but turn around and take a glance. Her small mouth opened and spat out," Hmph! You're really a busybody."

The inspector girl who was about to leave trembled, and her face turned red from anger.

After returning the lunchbox to Wang Peipei, Zuo Xiaohan stayed in the morgue alone and focused on the mission.

He hadn't received any reply from Chen Jiao on QQ, so he reckoned that she wouldn't be online for the time being.

Before leaving for Chen Family Village, some preparations had to be made in advance.

For example, to verify if the Corpse Suppression Talisman could be stored.

He folded the old newspaper that he had prepared earlier into the size of a book page and tore it off individually. Then, he raised his right hand and drew a charm in the air.

The moment he was about to finish, he clapped his hand and pressed it on the old newspaper that he had prepared beforehand.

Hah!

Zuo Xiaohan was in a trance and felt as if his body had been emptied.

A surge of essence, qi, and spirit was being extracted from his body through the newly appeared Corpse Suppressing Talisman.

He felt that the charm had been completed, but he did not know if it could be stored on other media.

After taking two deep breaths, he picked up the old newspaper on the table again.

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