Chapter 2 Morgue
The morgue in the early 21st century used traditional large freezers.
For this newcomer test, the funeral home also made some preparations in advance.
For example, lift the body that was previously parked in the freezer and place it on a dragging four-wheeled hospital bed.
The hospital bed was covered with a white cloth, and the general outline of the deceased could be vaguely seen.
"There is only one corpse, and the deceased is an adult male."
Zuo Xiaohan breathed a sigh of relief.
The air in the morgue smells very bad, with a sandalwood mixed with disinfectant water. The air conditioner is turned on low, and there is a row of dense closed windows on the top of the room, which makes people involuntarily feel cramped and tight.
There are several energy-saving lamps hanging above my head, but I don’t know how long it has been since I cleaned it, and there is a layer of misty white light shield.
"Ah! Zuo Xiaohan, what should we do now?"
Chen Jiao followed Zuo Xiaohan timidly, sweeping her eyes in the morgue, and staying slightly on the medical drag bed in the middle for a second.
Then his head shrank and his face turned pale in an instant.
Like a frightened little elk, he quickly withdrew his gaze.
The calm and generous aura that had been pretending outside was soon exposed.
Girls are girls, and they are naturally short-lived boys in terms of courage.
"What else can I do? Just wait for time. If you don't make any mistakes until dawn, you will be considered completing the task."
Zuo Xiaohan calmly looked at an old clock hanging on the wall.
It's 21:00 pm now.
According to Wang Fugui's previous explanation, they only need to stay until 9 o'clock the next morning and successfully pass the preliminary assessment.
At that time, there will be staff members to rotate and change shifts.
The morgue is about 50 square meters in area, and seven or eight large empty freezers are placed against the base of the wall. The drag bed and the male corpse are suddenly crossing the middle, making the surroundings look very empty.
In the corner of the wall beside the door, there was an old-fashioned office desk, with a few old newspapers placed on the table, as well as a sloppy duty schedule and work manual.
"Zhang Xuebin, male, 37 years old, from Hekou, committed the crime of robbery and intentional homicide during his lifetime. He was seriously injured in two people during the fight with local police officers and was shot dead on the spot. Because no family members came to claim it, they were temporarily stored in the funeral home."
"The deceased is a bandit!"
Zuo Xiaohan glanced at the table curiously, then glanced at the drag bed in the middle of the room, and sat down on a bench next to the desk.
Smartphones have not appeared yet, and the entertainment methods for young people are nothing more than surfing the Internet to chat with QQ and listen to music, movies and novels.
Two games that are popular in the future, "Legend" and "Bubble Hall" have just made their mark on the Internet, far from being popular in the future.
There is no computer in the morgue, and there is no Internet.
After the two of them sat down one after another on the bench, they seemed a little idle for a moment.
In addition, there was a strange silence in my heart, and the surrounding air also appeared.
In fact, Zuo Xiaohan still has a secret in his heart.
He is a time traveler, not a person from this world at all.
I finally survived the epidemic in 2020 in my previous life and was about to go out to work and earn money and pay overdue credit card bills. But after only two days of opening, I died in front of a whizzing car.
By chance, the soul was born on Zuo Xiaohan, who had just graduated from college in 2000.
If you live again, you will have a lot of life experience and insights out of thin air, and you will have many shortcuts to make a fortune.
This is why Zuo Xiaohan is more calm than other peers in every way.
"The welfare benefits of this funeral home are good. I will find a job to settle down first. After solving the problem of food, clothing, housing and transportation, I will slowly start to make a fortune."
This is the previous plan.
Another important reason why I came to participate in this interview at the funeral home is that he was a standard materialist in his previous life.
I only believe in Grandpa Mao, but not in ghosts and gods.
"Man cannot be resurrected when he dies. There are no ghosts or zombies in this world. All monsters and monsters are paper tigers that are fooling people. We must believe in science."
Thinking of this, Zuo Xiaohan felt that today's alternative experience was not useless, at least it enriched his life experience a lot.
Most of the time in my previous life I stayed at home alone and worked nine to six. My life was like a piece of depreciated waste paper.
There is neither a life experience of ups and downs, nor a prominent wealth that is as rich as a country.
Half a lifetime of lack of good deeds, like a pool of stagnant water.
Even if you show off and brag online, you are not as comfortable and exciting as those keyboard warriors and whispering kings.
"By the way, housing prices in later generations are rising, and bride prices are getting more and more expensive. The army of bachelors with more than 30 million has no wives to marry. Should we buy at a low price while the people are still simple and take the lead in planting a tree and taking advantage of the pit?"
Zuo Xiaohan's eyes rolled, and his eyes fell quietly on Chen Jiao next to the bench.
I didn't look closely before, but I just thought that she had a slender and even figure and a good face. She would shine with a little dress, and she would be a treasure girl in the future.
Whether you are a girlfriend or a wife, you won’t lose money after buying it.
What Zuo Xiaohan even more appreciated was that Chen Jiao was generous throughout the whole process, neither did she have the many scheming and artificiality like a green tea bitch in later generations, nor did she have the recklessness and ignorance like a tomboy.
"This time is also a good opportunity."
He was a human being in his two lives, and judging by the wonderful chemical reactions between men and women, this girl had a pretty good impression of him.
Zuo Xiaohan continued to glance down.
Following the other party's straight and tight thighs, it gradually slid on the washed white jeans and a pair of women's leather shoes with obvious cheap temperament.
"Zuo Xiaohan, do you think this corpse will suddenly jump out of the bed while we were in a daze at night?"
Chen Jiao didn't know what she thought of, and a sentence came out without thinking, which scared Zuo Xiaohan.
He withdrew his gaze lightly, pouted his lips, and the old driver replied calmly, "There are no ghosts and gods, just sit down obediently. If you are sleepy, you can take a short look and ensure that there is nothing wrong this night."
Finally, he pretended to be generous and arrogant and said, "If anything really happens, I will definitely stand behind you and let you go first, so you can relax."
Zuo Xiaohan was a little righteous and took on a big favor, and after comforting and encouraging, he played some role.
Chen Jiao tightened her coat tightly, and her eyes were no longer as panicked as before.
She generously curled her legs onto the bench, sat cross-legged and straightened her upper body, and moved her butt to Zuo Xiaohan without hesitation.
"Zuo Xiaohan, I tell you that we must not fall asleep tonight. The propaganda that believes in science in the newspaper may not be true. Zombies have appeared in our hometown."
"What?"
Zuo Xiaohan thought he had heard it wrong for a moment, and retorted without hesitation, "I'm afraid it wasn't a fake news compiled by the locals to gain popularity? Where are there any zombies in this world?"
"Don't believe it. My hometown is the most western mountainous poor county. I saw with my own eyes that when I was a child, zombies came out to hurt people, and they also caught rural livestock for blood food. Finally, the local ZF sent troops to search out from the mountains and burned them."
"That day, my fellow villagers who were within a radius of several kilometers came to watch. The black smoke soared into the sky and could be seen from afar. I was only seven or eight years old at that time, but I saw it with my own eyes."
Zuo Xiaohan was stunned for a moment, and it seemed that a lightning flash had struck her in her heart, and she was left on the spot by lightning for a moment.
Chapter completed!