C289 spiritual hall

When I was in the house, I didn't feel anything, but when I went into the corridor, I felt that it was really cold on a winter night.

I wrapped my clothes tightly around myself and quietly went downstairs. My voice was so low that even the sound control lights in the corridor didn't budge.

I didn't do it so that I wouldn't disturb the neighbors, of course, but rather so that I wouldn't alarm the people downstairs.

I stood at the entrance of the building and carefully looked in that direction. The men were in uniform, a little like couriers, and now they were moving boxes down from a truck.

After looking at it for a while, I couldn't hold it in anymore. This place was like a wind vent. The cold wind poured in and my hands and feet quickly turned cold.

I thought about it, then walked out of the building.

In the dark, at three in the morning, a person suddenly walked out. Those porters naturally gave me a glance. However, they only took a glance before quickly focusing their attention back on the goods.

This action convinced me that these people did not know me.

So I pretended to be bored and walked over to them.

I smiled at them and pretended to chat. "Why are you still working so late at night?"

One of the men in the group, who should be the leader, was holding an account book. He smiled at me and said, "Isn't that so? We have a client who has told us that we must deliver at three in the morning, and that's weird. "

"But the few of us have nothing better to do, so earning a bit of overtime is also good. It's the night that's so cold. "

I nodded. "This customer is quite strange."

That person did not seem to have any sort of secret consciousness. It's probably some young couple wanting to confess, right? "

I curiously asked, "What?"

The man chuckled and said, "That man gave us a death sentence. He said he wanted to arrange everything by three-thirty. We just opened a box and looked. Flowers. This person will probably come to confess at half past three. "

I smiled and said, "I don't think so. Even if you want to confess, how can you confess at three-thirty?"

That person acknowledged, "That's true. "But there's no need to rush. We'll know what to do after we open all the boxes."

I replied, "En! Are these placed at the entrance of the building? I don't know who to give it to. "

The leader said, "For the family on the fourth floor. No specific name was given. We've already asked around. There's a girl named Tang in there. She's very pretty. These things are probably for her, so we assume they are meant to be confessions. "

I nodded, thinking: It's really coming for us.

However, this person's guess was not impossible. The students of the Little Tang Wei were all students of the Wuzhong, and those students, other than being unable to learn, were good at everything. Maybe they would like to confess in the middle of the night?

The man and I talked about something that didn't matter, and I knew they were here to deliver goods. As long as the money was enough, no matter what the goods were, no matter the time, these people could send it over.

The leader said that the worst time was when a woman paid 10,000 yuan for a condom and sent it to a hotel room. After knocking on the door, a middle-aged man came out.

These people handed the condom over as requested, then said, "Your wife wants me to tell you something. The women outside are too dirty, so clean the condom a bit."

They even used a megaphone when they said that. Most likely, the entire floor had heard it. The man was extremely furious. If not for the large number of people who delivered the goods, they might have started fighting on the spot.

As he said that, the leader said happily, "I was planning to go alone that day. Luckily, I told others about it before I went. In the end, they felt that it was rare, so they all put down what they were doing and insisted on following me to take a look. Otherwise, I would definitely have been beaten up. "

I nodded in agreement.

The two of us were having a lively conversation. A worker ran over and said to the leader, "Big brother, all the boxes have been moved down. Should we set them up now?"

The leader looked at his watch and said, "Yes, it's half past two and there's still an hour left. Let's hurry up and set it up."

These people hurriedly began to pull off the tape on the boxes. I pretended to be a curious passerby and stood by to watch them.

I saw that the nearest box was filled with flowers. However, the color of the flower was a bit strange. It seemed to be white in color. Whose confession is the white flower?

To make sure that it wasn't the color difference caused by the street lamp, I took out my phone, pressed on the flashlight's barrel, and squatted down to take a careful look.

It was indeed a white flower. And it was a chrysanthemum, a flower.

I started chuckling: To use this thing to confess, can't the Little Tang Wei be angered to death?

I'm even more reluctant to leave now. I really want to know who did this.

The leader, seeing how excited I was with my research, also walked over. When he saw the chrysanthemums and flowers, he also had the same vulgar smile as me.

The rest of the boxes were opened, and the workers took out some square tubes and diagrams. The square tube was simple, a few horizontal and some vertical, quickly forming a shelf. The top of the shelf was covered with a layer of rain, which turned into a dark shed.

The leader stood inside the shed and mumbled, "It's already dark at night. Wouldn't it be even darker if we covered it up with this thing?"

As he spoke, the workman brought in another folding bed. In the middle of the shed.

The leader smiled and said, "This person is interesting. Even the bed had been prepared. Was it really that urgent? "Could it be that after the confession is over, the marriage will be completed immediately?"

A few workers who heard the joke chuckled, but I couldn't laugh. I was sensitive to the fact that this shed and this bed were not that simple.

Sure enough, the workers brought in a folding table. Candles were lit on the table.

The leader of the group was also a thick-skinned man. He said in satisfaction, "That's right, we'll light the candles and make them brighter. It'll be more convenient to do work here."

I quietly pulled the supervisor and pulled him out of the shack. "Bro, something's wrong with this thing. Didn't you notice?"

The leader asked in bewilderment, "What's wrong?"

I said, "Think about it, at three-thirty in the morning, white chrysanthemums, flowers, and a little shed in front of the building with tables and white candles. What can you think of? "

The leader looked at me with a puzzled expression. Suddenly, his body trembled violently. "The mourning hall."

I clapped my hands. "Yes, the mourning hall. This thing is unlucky. "

The leader looked back and saw that the workers were placing the chrysanthemums and flowers on the table as requested.

Soon, another worker opened a new box and took something out. It had white paper on it, colored paper, and was very beautiful under the candlelight. In addition, there were a few bamboo legs.

Someone casually pulled at it, and it spread open like a peacock spreading its tail.

A wreath.

The workman screamed in fright and threw the wreath on the ground. The leader's face twitched, then he quickly walked over and picked up the wreath, reprimanding the worker: "What are you doing? This was a customer's item, how could it be thrown onto the ground? When they find out and refused to pay the bill, do you want to pay the wages of these brothers of yours? "

The worker apologized again and again and arranged the wreaths in accordance with his request.

The leader turned around and said with a pale face, "Brother, it's better if you hide. Tonight is truly unlucky."

"Aren't you going to hide?" I asked him.

The leader laughed bitterly, "How can we hide? We are afraid of ghosts, but even more afraid of poverty. He still hadn't sent out his last payment yet. Forget it, forget it, isn't it just the mourning hall? We've even given away urns before, so this is nothing. "

The leader spoke easily, but I saw that his hands and feet were trembling.

I did not leave, and the leader did not continue to persuade me. He helped the workers. It looked like he didn't want to talk about casual days anymore. He wanted to finish his work and return home quickly.

The mourning hall was quickly decorated. There were paper men, horses, and firepots full of paper money. I reckon everyone in the neighborhood will be shocked when they wake up tomorrow morning.

But gradually, I realized that something was wrong with the workers. Originally, their work was in full swing, but all of a sudden, they slowed down.

A few men crowded around the leader, and they seemed to be at loggerheads.

The argument was fine, but there were a few people who looked at me from time to time.

Finally, two workers left, and the leader led the others to continue the discussion. However, even those who stayed behind secretly looked at me.

When they looked at people, they were very strange. They didn't look at them openly, but lowered their head with all their might. Then, they raised their eyes and stole a glance.

Very wretched, very strange.

The more I thought about it, the more uncomfortable I felt, so I strode over. Who knew that these people would reflexively take a step back, then brace themselves and return to their original positions.

I was even more certain that they were guilty.

These people were standing in front of the mourning hall. When I walked over, I saw that the hall was roughly finished. Even the offerings on the table had been arranged.

I smiled and asked the leader, "What is it?" "Finished?"

The leader smiled at me. "Just a bit more. Just a bit more."

I noticed his cold sweat running down his cheeks.

I frowned and asked, "What's missing?"

The leader chuckled, his smile was uglier than crying: "Nothing, nothing, brother, don't worry about it, we can just do what is needed here." "Since we have already accepted the money, we will definitely be able to do it well."

After looking carefully, I suddenly understood. "Could it be a corpse?" The spirit bed is still empty. "

The leader's body suddenly went soft and he almost fell down. Trembling, he said, "Brother, don't scare us. We only take care of the delivery, no one will take care of it. "

I scratched my head. "Then what's the difference?" Then my eyes fell on the altar table, which seemed a little empty. I was stunned for a moment, then I slapped my forehead. "I understand, it's a portrait. Right? "