What do you mean by saying that the corpses I sew are all ominous creatures?

The identity of the Folklore Bureau is indeed useful.

Whether at the airport or the train station, the security checks along the way were indeed smooth sailing, allowing for unimpeded passage.

When I arrived in Jiangcheng, it was already past 8 p.m.

After picking up the used Santana from the train station on my way there, I drove back to my rented apartment.

Pushing open the somewhat warped security door, a whiff of dust hit me.

In the cramped single room, there was a single bed, a folding table, and a simple wardrobe—that was all my belongings.

After entering the house, I casually tossed my suitcase into a corner and then began cleaning.

After cleaning, the dusty smell in the room dissipated considerably.

"call……"

I let out a long sigh of relief, and then completely collapsed onto the bed.

I took out my phone and glanced at it; my bank account balance was down to five figures.

Asking Li Qing to help this time almost cost me all the money I'd saved up over the years to get married.

However, I don't regret it.

Firstly, this kid is indeed capable and reliable.

Secondly, the involvement of a geomancer goes beyond what money can measure.

After putting down my phone, I closed my eyes and listened to the noisy sounds coming from outside the window.

These sounds, so full of life, finally allowed my long-tense nerves to completely relax.

"Buzz—Buzz—Buzz—"

Just as I was about to fall asleep, my phone on the bedside table suddenly vibrated.

I groggily pulled out my phone, and when I saw the caller ID, my previously hazy eyes instantly cleared up.

Three words appeared on the screen: Director Wang.

That was the director of Jiangcheng Funeral Home, whose real name was Wang Tianxiang, and who was also my nominal boss.

I pressed the answer button. "Hello, Director Wang, you're still up so late?"

"Little Chen!"

A slightly anxious middle-aged man's voice came from the other end of the phone, "Have you finished taking care of things at home? It's been more than ten days, and the leave slip was due yesterday."

I said with a hint of apology, "I'm really sorry, Director Wang. There are a lot of rules back home, and I was also busy cleaning up the old house, so it took two days."

I just got off the train and was planning to go to the museum first thing tomorrow morning to report back from work.

"Oh dear, please accept my condolences. Please accept my condolences."

Upon hearing that I was back, Director Wang visibly relaxed, but then became anxious again, "It's good that you're back! You don't know, the museum was almost in chaos while you were gone!"

You know Old Zhang's skills; sewing up a car accident victim is like sewing a sack. The family has complained several times already!

Especially that one that came over yesterday… Ugh, anyway, you better come to work tomorrow! There's a tricky situation waiting for you to step in!

"A tricky job?"

A slight thought crossed my mind.

In a place like a funeral home, the cases that Director Wang calls "tricky" are usually either because the body is too badly mutilated or because the family members are too difficult to deal with.

Of course, there are occasional situations that science cannot explain.

"Okay, don't worry, Director, I'll be on duty early tomorrow morning," I replied.

"Okay, okay, then you should get some rest. Oh, and by the way, consider this overtime work; I'll give you a big bonus later!"

I casually hummed in agreement twice, then hung up the phone completely.

I'm so tired after all that traveling.

I didn't even eat dinner; I just tossed my phone aside and drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, after washing up, I took my toolbox and went downstairs.

I bought two steamed buns downstairs and then took out the keys to my old, used Santana.

Unlock, get in, start the engine.

By the time I arrived at Jiangcheng Funeral Home, the steamed buns were almost finished.

"Hey, Xiao Chen! You've finally arrived!"

As soon as I entered the hall, Director Wang greeted me with two huge dark circles under his eyes.

He was slightly overweight, had a receding hairline, and was clutching a handkerchief soaked with sweat.

Good morning, Director.

I put the car keys in my pocket, smiled gently, and said, "Isn't this a bit much? It's just a corpse, isn't it?"

"Isn't it just a corpse?"

Director Wang's eyes widened, and he pulled me toward the elevator, his voice extremely low, "You have no idea how strange this corpse is! It's been here for two days, and the freezer still can't freeze it!"

Old Zhang was on night shift last night, and he insisted he heard a woman crying inside the morgue, which scared him so much that he called in sick today!

I raised an eyebrow slightly.

Is the freezer not freezing properly? Did you hear crying?

It seems this job is quite interesting.

The elevator slowly descended, and the number jumped from "1" to "-2".

As the elevator doors opened, a blast of cold air mixed with the smell of formaldehyde hit us.

The second basement level is a place specifically for storing "special remains".

The so-called "special" cases are either highly decomposed or fragmented; in short, they are cases that would deter ordinary morticians.

The corridor was dimly lit. Director Wang led me to a morgue at the end of the corridor and we stopped.

He took a deep breath, as if to bolster his courage, before swiping the electronic lock with trembling hands.

"It's in cabinet number 3."

He pointed to a row of stainless steel freezers against the wall, but his feet seemed rooted to the spot, refusing to take another step forward.

"Xiao Chen, look for yourself. The family is still making a scene upstairs, saying that if the deceased can't have a dignified passing today, they'll smash up our funeral home. I... I'll go upstairs and try to calm them down."

After saying that, this old fox ran off in a flash before I could even reply, his speed hardly befitting a 180-pound fat man.

I shook my head, put down the toolbox, and took a sterile gown from the shelf next to me and put it on.

After putting on a mask and rubber gloves, he slowly walked to counter number 3.

"Splash—"

As I opened the cabinet door, a strong smell of blood mixed with a strange fragrance wafted out.

The tray slid out, revealing the corpse on it.

It was the body of a young woman.

Although it had been roughly cleaned up, the horrific state of her body before her death was still evident.

She fell headfirst, and her entire skull was severely deformed, like a smashed watermelon.

Only her pointed chin, which showed obvious signs of plastic surgery, remained relatively intact.

"That's really tragic."

I muttered to myself and gently pressed the corpse's arm.

It was cool to the touch, but not stiff.

As Director Wang said, the body was kept in a freezer at minus ten degrees Celsius for two days, and it did not frost over. In fact, the skin even maintained a strange elasticity.

It seems there is indeed a problem.

I channeled a wisp of malevolent energy within my body and focused it into my eyes.

Suddenly, the scene before my eyes changed.

A faint layer of black mist was swirling around the mangled corpse!

This black aura was not like ordinary resentment; rather, it was like countless tiny venomous snakes, burrowing in and out of the corpse's wounds, as if greedily sucking up the remaining blood and essence.

At the throat of the corpse, there was a thick, impenetrable black mist that vaguely formed a weeping face.