When Diao Fanshou shouted like this, the speed of the hearse did not slow down at all, and there was no intention of slowing down at all.
"Ahhh" Seeing the hearse hitting the large hollow iron door of the funeral home, Wang Ling was frightened and couldn't help but scream.
Just behind the hearse, rumbling sounds came like a tidal wave.
Through the rearview mirror of the hearse, Wang Ling saw the giant ghost slamming its fists on the ground, creating billowing waves of earth, and rushing straight towards the hearse.
There were some evil eyes flashing around the vehicle, moving rapidly in the dark night, and also rushing towards the hearse.
It was as if countless hungry wolves in the dark night, who had been hungry for centuries and millennia, suddenly discovered a long-lost prey, and they all wanted to devour it in one bite, and they all surrounded it.
There was a gate blocking the way in front, and evil spirits chasing and intercepting him behind and around him.
Wang Ling was almost discouraged. squeak At this last moment, the big iron door in front miraculously opened.
As soon as the hearse was opened, the hearse rushed over.
With a whoosh, it rushed through the gate and entered the large, dark courtyard of the funeral home.
Just as the hearse rushed through the gate, there was a long "squeak" sound, and the wheels rubbed against the concrete floor, like a dancer on the ice, sliding at least ten meters.
The butt of the car adjusted ninety degrees and stopped sideways. .
"It's finally safe."
Chief Wang hissed.
Diao Fanshou didn't even bother to talk to him.
He was so panicked that he hurriedly opened the car door and jumped out of the car.
When Wang Ling saw Diao Fanshou's appearance, he was curious and got out of the car.
Looking around, I saw the large iron gate on the wall of the funeral home creaking shut.
The moment the big iron door closed, there were several "bang bangs" on the big iron door, as if something was hitting and shaking.
"Ah" Wang Ling exclaimed, "What is that?"
Although he was screaming, through the darkness, Wang Ling could still vaguely see that the giant ghost outside the gate was knocked out the moment it hit the big iron gate and fell heavily.
Due to inertia and the push of the lonely ghosts behind them, many ghosts followed and crashed into the big iron gate.
The big iron gate emitted streaks of golden light along the iron art in the middle, as if the big iron gate was a magical rope.
As long as the ghosts touched it, , were all shot away.
Finally, the ghosts behind figured out what was going on, and they all stopped and wandered outside the gate. snap "oops" Suddenly, a slap hit Wang Ling on the shoulder.
Wang Ling woke up and saw that it was Diao Fanshou, and felt slightly angry: "Brother Diao, what did you do to scare people to death?"
"It's okay."
Diao Fanshou said relaxedly, "You see, those ghosts are wandering outside the door and they can't get through at all."
"You can really see it."
Wang Ling was shocked.
"As I said, I can't see."
Diao Fanshou said, "There were ghosts chasing us just now, and now we are blocked from getting in through the big iron gate.
What else can they do if they don't wander around?
Don't worry, they are not that fast.
It will take a while to leave without saying anything.”
"How do you know so much?"
Wang Ling asked in surprise.
"Humph."
Diao Fanshou smiled proudly, "If you have been transporting corpses in the middle of the night for more than ten years, you will understand."
"I see" "Hey, Lao Diao, who are you talking to?"
Suddenly, a voice came from the dark corner of the yard.
Wang Ling followed the sound and saw a hunchbacked black figure slowly walking out of the corner next to the big iron gate.
Wang Ling thought it must be the hunchbacked Old Mo here, and he also believed that it must be him who opened the door to let them in at the critical moment and closed the big iron door in time.
"I can't tell.
It was a young boy looking for that thing to have fun in the middle of the night.
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He picked it up on the way," Diao Fanshou said lukewarmly.
As he spoke, Lao Mo had already arrived in front of the two of them.
Then a beam of bright light leaked out of the room, and Wang Ling looked at Old Mo carefully.
Old Mo was about sixty years old, with gray hair and a stooped body.
He had a bulge on his back as if holding a urinal, and his legs were thin and small, as if they were two hemp poles supporting a lump of flesh on top.
Lao Mo approached Wang Ling, suddenly raised his head, and glanced at his face with two small eyes strangely.
He pulled out his wrinkled cheeks like walnut skin twice, exposed his yellow teeth, and shouted: "Where did they come from?
The kid is drunk and dying.
He's here in the middle of the night.
What are you doing here if you have nothing to do?"
Lao Mo's series of scoldings and questions made Wang Ling a little at a loss.
"Calm down, be calm, it's okay."
The female ghost Yao Yao reminded him inside his body.
Only then did Wang Ling realize that there were still four ghosts in his body, and he gained some confidence.
Mu Di responded with a smile: "You are Uncle Mo.
My name is Wang Ling.
I am from the criminal police team, and I have something to do here." ” "Interpol team" Lao Mo's little eyes immediately widened.
He stared at him for a while, turned around and went back to the house.
As he walked, he said, "Interpol, what are you doing here in the middle of the night?"
"I just want" Before Wang Ling had time to answer, he saw that Old Mo had disappeared.
Wang Ling was about to follow him into the main hall of the funeral home.
Diao Fanshou stretched out his hand to stop Wang Ling and said softly: "Hey, little detective, if you don't want to be scared out of your mind, you'd better stay in the yard and don't go into the room.
Otherwise, I guarantee you."
I’ll definitely be scared to death, and I won’t be able to get out if I can’t get in.”
"What's the meaning" "I think you'd better not ask."
Diao Fanshou said as he opened the door behind the hearse, "You said you are so young and energetic, full of passion and courage, and if you say you come here, you will come here.
If you were really scared to death, wouldn’t it be worth the loss?”
"Isn't it just a dead person?"
Wang Ling said in a dismissive tone, "Although you drive the hearse to deliver the dead, I still solve the case for the dead.
Moreover, in order to solve the case, I often cooperate in cleaning up the corpse.
This pair I am nothing."
"Really?"
Diao Fanshou asked seriously.
"Of course it's true."
Now that he's here, Wang Ling can't give up halfway.
Because he wants to ask what he wants to ask, Wang Ling's answer is also very affirmative.
At this time, the main door of the hall creaked, followed by the patter of footsteps.
Wang Ling hurriedly looked back, and saw a monster half a man tall walking out of the hall.
His head was covered with a sheet, like a half tree stump.
"Oh, ghost!"
Wang Ling exclaimed.
Diao Fanshou hurriedly rushed forward, covered his mouth with his hand, and whispered: "Shut up and don't talk."
As the half of the wooden pile walked in, Wang Ling guessed that the person covered under the sheet was the hunchbacked Old Mo.
In the meantime, Lao Mo walked to the front of the hearse.
Suddenly he raised the bottle of wine he was carrying, took a swig, sprayed a burst of wine mist on himself, took two more sips, and then looked at the bottle.
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He threw it casually on the ground next to him and jumped onto the hearse.
Lao Mo's movements were very agile, like a night owl climbing a tree or a monkey climbing a mountain.
He just climbed onto the hearse with his hands on both sides.
After he carried the dead person on his back, he slowly climbed out of the car, cautiously and extremely smoothly, as if the dead person on his back was a sleeping baby who would wake up if he wasn't careful: