ford funeral home
It was almost midnight, and Ford and his accountant were still in the office, irritably dealing with piles of documents.
"If you find a chance, you have to let Grande and Allen do bloodletting to compensate me!!" Ford suddenly raised his head from the pile of documents and howled viciously.
The accountant was not frightened by the roar at the funeral home near midnight. Instead, he glanced at his boss with an ugly face. He mocked, of course, not his boss Ford, but, "Can these two guys be killed?" It can only be put together in one sentence. I heard that Allen's restraining order against Grande was not a joke, it was true. Grande cannot appear within a hundred meters of him."
"Huh!" Mr. Ford, who wanted to say something but couldn't say it, twisted his face and said in an aggravated tone, "Huh!" The accountant who has worked hard until now asked, "How far is the gap?" It was quite gentle, and I made a decision in my heart. When this matter is resolved, I will give this accountant a big reward.
"It's almost time." The accountant stretched his sore body and rubbed his interfering eyes, but still felt helpless. "It's just the first quarter of this year, the spring and summer ones haven't moved yet."
Ford's eyes drifted away and he sighed helplessly, as if his whole body was a little numb.
It should be forcible comfort, "Well... the spring is the most troublesome, because of the losses caused by privatization and the compensation plan planned by the city government later, everything is in chaos..." Remember, the funeral industry was the first to be exposed The problems caused by privatization led to the funeral home that later paid compensation to the cemetery. It was the Ford Funeral Home in the North District, a leader in the funeral industry. "Later, there was a contract with the police department. So many things happened together. I didn’t have time to sort out these finances. After this level is passed, it will be easy... "
Ford refused to accept this forced comfort, "Easy? Tsk! Are we living in peace in the summer? It's still a mess! Several attempts to develop a new funeral mode failed. It was only in the autumn that things got a little better. All the bad attempts in the summer , it’s still troublesome!”
If anyone is curious - in order to make private funeral homes profitable, before the cremation and traditional ceremony package that is now spread to Grande was formed, Ford, the unlucky leader, also did things like modifying the incineration facilities. This magical business attempt allows people to watch their relatives turn into ashes little by little... So, bad debt.
As for why Ford Funeral Home is getting its books in order now, right now.
"Hey." The accountant already had a look of no thought, "Sir, you go back first, I will finish the spring accounts first, and then when you go to the city hall tomorrow to submit them, ask about the deadline. If the city hall If the government's review is not urgent, we won't have to do this..." He glanced at the messy documents and the clock on the wall. It was close to midnight just now, and it is midnight now. it is more than words.
"Yes!" Ford twisted his neck back and forth, not sure if it was to show some momentum, with a sullen face, "I will ask! I will also find Grande and Green! Ask them clearly! It’s better to be as exhausted as we are here!”
As you can probably tell, this is a trial of private funeral services, raised by Allen Funeral Home, and a review by the city government regarding the obvious unfair playing field that currently exists in the funeral industry.
The target of this review was clear to both parties: Allen was unhappy with Grande. So simple, Ford was innocent collateral damage. Therefore, Ford's words at this time were full of malice!
It's a pity that this malicious intention is destined to disappoint him. Allen was worried at all. He was the one who raised the issue and was very cooperative. Did Grande have a bad deal? We have already seen it, and it is not true at all. It is received that the attitude of the Patton city government on this matter is to delay, at least until the end of the campaign. Grande does not care about this matter at all.
What’s even more cruel is that neither Grande nor Allen can be as bad as Ford. The reason is very straightforward. Allen has had no business at all this year and has been losing money; on the other hand, Grande's business has been going smoothly and he can't even think about it.
Ford himself probably knew the current situation of these two colleagues. After building up his momentum, he focused all his emotions on a pile of messy documents, without any benefit. His face twitched a few times, he stood up from behind the desk, took a deep breath, "Okay, I'll leave first, thank you for your hard work. Let's take a day off tomorrow." That was all he could say.
"Yes." The accountant nodded, relying on tomorrow's holiday to cheer up and continue to bury the documents in front of him.
Ford sorted out the documents on the table - it was just to leave space for the accountant to put the sorted accounts. He lost all patience, touched a flashlight, and walked out of the office.
After the funeral privatization, the Ford Funeral Home finally belongs to Ford, which is a bit of psychological compensation. Ford now has a habit of inspecting his own properties before leaving. Ford really needs this small psychological compensation.
The diffuse cone-shaped flashlight aperture swayed aimlessly in the funeral home at midnight, surrounded by fences, gray walls, bungalows, and an inexplicable and strange smell. This is probably not a good idea under any circumstances.
However, with the coolness of midnight and this Ford belonging to Ford, Ford actually felt really relaxed. Probably only funeral home owners like Ford, who sincerely support privatization, can have such a change of heart, which is also miraculous...
The light beam that had just passed somewhere was quickly swayed back. Just as Ford relaxed, his mood became a little, well, unclear, "Who is there?" Ford stared at the green-gray cement wall in the circle of light, but there was nothing. It was just for safety. The light beam swayed left and right, but there was still nothing.
Ford frowned, shook his head, and muttered to himself, "Illusion." He wasn't sure why he suddenly looked over there just now. By the way, it's the incineration room.
The light beam of the flashlight continued to flicker aimlessly.
In a quick, unnatural turn, the aperture fell back to where it was before. "Who's there?" Ford's voice was louder this time.
The gray walls are still there.
Ford frowned, "Come out! Be conscious! There are police on duty nearby! Don't be too smart!"
This is not a threat. There are actually police on duty at the morgue next to it. As mentioned above, Ford cooperates with the police department, just like the cooperation between the mill and the South District Police Department (to facilitate the police to retrieve the bodies).
Ford was tapped on the shoulder.
Ford's whole body trembled, and he turned his head sharply, a human-shaped mop appeared.
The mop smiled at Ford, "It doesn't understand what you are saying. It doesn't know the federal language."
"What..." Ford lost consciousness.
Allen Funeral Home
midnight.
The moonlight is not bright because there are people competing with it. It was a piece of gold that spanned the dark farmhouses at night like a bridge, and landed at a window on the second floor of Allen Funeral Home.
Knock knock knock.
There was no sound in the room, just steady breathing.
Knock knock knock.
The steady breathing was slightly interrupted, leaving room for the unconscious moaning. The high school student sleeping on the single bed lay down with large fonts that fit his gender and age, scratched his lower body, and stopped moving. Breathing continued evenly.
Knocking... I paused, the gold penetrated through the window, and then the wall cracked and was opened by the gold.
Sissi walked into the room under the golden light with a gloomy look. With a wave of his hand, the cracked wall behind him closed up, "Chris!" (Ellen's son, Sissi's boyfriend, senior)
Chris moved on the bed and grunted. His sleeping hand reached down to his lower body again. This time, it was a little inappropriate, sticking to the skin and crossing the inner...
"Chris!" Sissi slapped her boyfriend in the face, "Are all boys pigs?"
The boy on the bed finally woke up, opened his eyes, and looked at Sissi directly above him, "Uh-" His brain was reacting, "Baby, baby..." Don't care about the names of high school students in love.
"Don't call me baby!" Sissi frowned and looked angry, "I've been knocking outside for a long time!"
long time? Just two and a half times, it doesn’t matter.
"Uh-" The brain was still reacting. He sat up first and said, "You, why are you here..." The first thing that came to his mind was to pull the quilt to cover his lower body. It's good to be young.
Sissi stared at Chris carefully, "What are you dreaming about!"
"Uh..." The embarrassed look on his face showed that the young man's brain was fully working. "No, it's nothing... Why are you here?" I hope I can change the subject.
"I didn't see you today." Sissi curled her lips, looked away and walked casually in the room belonging to an eighteen-year-old boy, "Let's see you."
Chris began to grab the scattered clothes beside his bed and put them on while giggling.
"Pig." Sissi glanced at Chris. She was very familiar with the things that Chris started to play with, which were normal boy things, such as magazines, game consoles, sports protective gear and the like. It seems like Chris has nothing to hide, and Sissi can do whatever she wants.
"I can go out tomorrow, and I'll accompany you tomorrow." Chris was able to get dressed quickly, and it must be attributed to the simple clothes of boys at this age. A pair of jeans and a casual t-shirt that doesn't smell bad is enough.
"I don't have time tomorrow." Sissi was also ruthless and directly dismissed her boyfriend's enthusiasm, "Tomorrow for worship, I'm going to Mary's Church."
Chris was a little stunned and blinked, "Oh."
The fact is that when you have a girlfriend who is a saint and know that there really are demons and angels in this world, many times, an 'oh' is the only thing you can respond to.
Sissi raised her eyebrows, flipping a spinning football in the air, tilting her head, with a strange expression and a strange tone, "You don't care, what am I going to do?"
"I..." Chris lowered his head and pursed his lips. If he forced his head up to look at it, he would see a self-blaming face showing his incompetence. The last thing he could say was this sentence, "You are not in danger."
Sissi's eyes drifted away slightly, not knowing what she was thinking, and finally turned into a smile, "No, I just happened to bring a pair during the weekend." There was a pause of unknown meaning, "'Twins', angels and fallen angels meet It’s just a meeting. Then we’ll see how things develop.”
Still incompetent and blamed for Sissi’s uncertainty, Chris approached Sissi and said, “Isn’t there any danger?”
What follows is a very terrible and bloody transformation.
Sissi took advantage of the situation and took a step back, into the person's arms, and hugged her from left to right very skillfully. Without saying anything, he was just enveloped by the silver moonlight that could finally shine through the window, creating a peaceful scene where everything was peaceful.
Chris is moving up, about to hold Sissy's head in a suitable manner, and about to do what a boy should do at this time...
Someone, please interrupt this uncomfortable teen romance drama...
"Have you washed your hands?" Sissi glared at the hand that was about to touch her cheek.
"Uh, no..."
"Don't touch me with that hand!" Sissi still stared at that hand.
Chris was stunned for a second, just a second. Don't doubt the mobility of an eighteen-year-old boy. "Wait for me!" He turned around and ran away to wash his hands.
"Pigs, boys are all pigs!" Sissi looked at the back of Chris running out, curled her lips, and continued to play with the football that had just been put down.
*It’s really unfair. I don’t know who came to a boy’s room at midnight. *
The world stopped for a moment.
Gold fills the room. Sissi was in the middle, "Who! Who is talking!!"
"Uh, I accidentally said that?"
In the corner of the second floor of this funeral home, overflowing gold began to penetrate the wall.
Silently, a corner of the funeral home building decomposed.
Wooden boards, tables and chairs, socks, books, magazines, protective gear... Wrapped in golden light, they flew into the night in violation of the laws of physics. The flowing golden color once again blocked the moonlight.
In the center of the vacated space is Sissi hanging in the air, still saying, "Who! Who is talking!!"
"Can you please keep your voice down? Saint of the Holy Lord."
Sissi was suspended in the air, with a cold look in her eyes as she glanced around her body, trying to catch the voice that spoke.
"Are you going to wake up everyone here?"
Allen's staff lived in the funeral home, remember.
"Who!!" Sissi looked unconcerned.
"Uh." The dark red spell attached to every inch of gold, and everything that was scattered gathered where they should be, wrapping it around Sissi.
It's not an attack, it's just getting things back together. Sissi's face was pale and she had already felt it. If it was an attack, Sissi couldn't stop the power of obviously witchcraft. Overwhelming power.
For a saint, the spokesperson of the top faith, overwhelming witchcraft, every touch of gold wrapped in dark red dimmed, returning to the dark night, returning the funeral home to its original appearance.
Sissi stood in Chris's room with a pale face, looking through the window at the guy with a mop-like hairstyle under the window.
"You shouldn't pay attention to me, Saint." The mop head spoke, pointing in a certain direction of Allen Funeral Home under the midnight moonlight, "over there."
Sissi turned in that direction instinctively.
Don't be stupid, she was still in her boyfriend's room, so what he saw was an excited Chris with a 'start over' look on his face, with his arms spread out, "I'm back! I..."
"Shut up! Pig! What's over there!"
"Well, my father's bedroom..."
"Outside!"
"Uh, incineration..." (.)