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

Silent all night.

The next morning, my biological clock woke me up on time.

Sunlight streamed into the room through the gaps in the curtains, indicating that it was going to be a nice day.

After I got up, washed up, and changed into a clean and tidy set of casual clothes, I was ready to go.

There was still no movement from Li Qing's room; he probably stayed up late playing games again last night.

I didn't wake him. I went downstairs alone, got in my car, and drove towards Jiangcheng Funeral Home.

The streets were bustling with traffic in the morning, brimming with the unique energy of the city.

I opened the car window and let the slightly cool morning breeze caress my face, making me feel exceptionally relaxed.

At 8:50, I parked my car in the parking lot outside the funeral home right on time.

As soon as I reached the entrance of the lobby on the first floor of the funeral home, I saw Grandpa Qin wearing a faded security guard uniform.

At this moment, he was holding a large broom, slowly sweeping the leaves that had been blown down by the wind last night at the door.

"Good morning, Uncle Qin." I walked up and greeted him with a smile.

Grandpa Qin stopped sweeping, straightened up, and when he saw it was me, his face immediately lit up with a smile, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes all came together.

"Little Chen's here, good morning."

Grandpa Qin said with a smile, then seemed to remember something.

He put down the broom, took two steps closer, and lowered his voice to say to me:

"By the way, Xiao Chen, hurry up and go to the second floor."

Director Wang specifically instructed me to go to his office immediately after I called you here.

"Director Wang is looking for me?" I was slightly taken aback, and stopped in my tracks.

Generally speaking, Director Wang spends most of his time in his office drinking tea and reading newspapers.

If the museum sends in a body that requires special handling, he usually comes to arrest me in person.

It's quite rare for someone to specifically instruct the security guard like today, telling me to go to his office as soon as I arrive at work...

Looks like there's trouble ahead again.

"Okay, I understand, thank you, Uncle Qin."

After letting out a silent sigh, I nodded to Grandpa Qin and then stepped into the hall.

The corridor on the second floor was quiet, except for the door to the director's office at the end, which was ajar.

I walked to the door, raised my hand, and gently knocked on the deep red wooden door.

"Thump, thump, thump."

"Enter."

Director Wang's familiar voice came from inside the door. It sounded strong and energetic, but seemed a little less languid than usual.

I pushed open the door and went inside.

Director Wang's office remained the same, spacious and bright, with a row of glass bookshelves filled with various files and trophies against the wall.

On the huge mahogany desk sat a computer, a stack of documents, and a stainless steel thermos that was always filled with goji berries and dried sea buckthorn.

At this moment, Director Wang was sitting in his large boss's chair, holding a copy of today's Jiangcheng Morning Post, pretending to read it.

Hearing my footsteps as I entered, he immediately put down the newspaper he was holding, and at the same time, a familiar smile quickly spread across his face.

"Little Chen's here! Come on, make yourself at home."

Director Wang pointed to the chair opposite his desk, speaking in a very friendly tone.

I sat down in the chair and, without beating around the bush, asked directly:

"Director, Grandpa Qin said you wanted to see me?"

"Has the museum taken on some tricky job that requires my immediate attention?"

Director Wang waved his hand, picked up the thermos on the table, unscrewed the lid, blew on the steam, took a slow sip, and then looked at me and asked:

There's no new work to do.

"Xiao Chen, let me ask you, when you handed over your shift yesterday evening, did you see Lao Zhang come to work?"

"Old Zhang?"

I was slightly taken aback, and the image of Old Zhang's haggard appearance yesterday morning quickly flashed into my mind.

Recalling that I didn't see Lao Zhang come to hand over the shift when I left work yesterday afternoon, I shook my head and answered truthfully:

"No, I didn't see him when I handed over my shift yesterday. What happened?"

At this point, I felt a little strange.

Yesterday, Lao Zhang's condition clearly indicated that he needed to rest for a while and take a bath with ginger and mugwort water to dispel the cold.

So I naturally assumed that Director Wang must have noticed that he wasn't feeling well and granted him leave to go home and rest.

Why are you suddenly asking me if Lao Zhang came to work?

"What happened?"

Upon hearing this, Director Wang slammed his thermos down heavily on the table with a dull thud, and said in a tone of utter disappointment:

"This guy is getting more and more outrageous!"

In the past, it was understandable that people were a bit slower at working because their skills were better, but now they actually dare to skip work!

"This is a proper public institution, not a vegetable market where you can come and go as you please!"

"what?"

I looked at Director Wang with some surprise, and subconsciously asked a question in return:

"What you're saying...didn't you grant him leave to rest yesterday?"

Director Wang was taken aback by my question.

His shrewd little eyes widened instantly, and he looked at me strangely, saying:

When did I approve his leave?

He didn't even submit a leave request yesterday, so what kind of leave am I supposed to approve?

After he finished speaking, an eerie silence fell over the office.

Director Wang and I faced each other across that large mahogany desk.

However, after staring at each other for about five or six seconds, Director Wang's originally confident gaze began to wander.

"Cough cough..."

Director Wang coughed twice, looking somewhat guilty, and avoided my gaze with a shifty look in his eyes.

He stretched out his chubby hand and scratched his bald head, which already had very little hair left, with a hint of embarrassment, and his tone softened.

"Um... Xiao Chen, actually, I noticed he didn't look well yesterday, so I was thinking of giving him a day off."

Director Wang rubbed his hands together and Qian explained with a smile.

"But didn't we lose all contact with this guy after he went back this morning?"

I called him several times yesterday afternoon, but his phone was always switched off.

I figured he was probably too exhausted from dealing with the body in the reservoir, so he went straight to bed when he got home, and his phone died.

At this point, Director Wang shrugged, revealing a very helpless expression:

"Furthermore, he never called me back to explain the situation. Based on our department's work schedule, I assumed that he had rested well at night and would come to work the night shift as usual."

Who knew... that old bastard didn't come all night, not even a word!

Hearing this, I roughly understood what Director Wang wanted to do by calling me to his office so early this morning.

Considering the previous instance when Jiang Ling went missing, Director Wang also asked me about the situation and even hinted that I should run errands for her.

I'm almost certain he's trying to conscript me again.