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The funeral home has a new night watchman, a young man named Wang Ming. His job is simple, to take care of the dead bodies. The wind was very strong that night, it was pitch black outside, and there was no moon in the sky. In the backyard of the morgue, there was no sound other than the rustling of leaves. In the front room separated from the morgue by a door, Wang Ming was holding a cup of brewed hot tea and sipping it carefully. He stared at the newspaper on the table. The huge printed font on the front page of the newspaper clearly read "The Mystery of the Bizarre Death of a Watchman." "Huh, do you think I'm scared? Wang Ming threw the newspaper far away. Then, he leaned up Putting his feet on the table, he continued to drink tea. He was just doing this to embolden himself. Not long ago, Uncle Zhang who was watching here suddenly died. There was an obvious mark on the neck of the body, indicating that he died of suffocation. But there was no trace of struggle or chaos at the scene. Many people said that it was a ghost that locked their lives, but no one knew exactly what happened. "Dong, dong, dong." Someone knocked on the door, and Wang Ming was suddenly startled. I almost dropped the teacup in my hand. Who would come so late? Impossible, those guys who can enjoy themselves ran faster than anyone else, "Who?" "I sweep the front yard." "Wang Ming opened the door. An old man in his fifties with a little white hair. "Who are you? What's up? "Wang Ming asked in surprise. "I am a sweeper in the front yard. I come here to have a rest after it gets late. "The old man said. "Oh? Then please come in. "Wang Ming let the old man in. But he was wondering, does the old man still have to work so late? The old man was not polite, as if he were at home, and sat carelessly on the chair where Wang Ming had just sat. "You How to call it? Wang Ming asked while making tea for the old man. Anyway, it is a good thing to have someone to accompany you at night when you are afraid of people. "Call me Uncle Zhang!" "The old man raised his head and looked at Wang Ming with cloudy eyes. "Ah! "Wang Ming screamed, and the thermos bottle in his hand almost fell to the ground. "Haha! Don't be afraid, it's not the dead Uncle Zhang, there are many old men named Zhang here! "Uncle Zhang laughed at his explanation. After hearing this, Wang Ming wiped the frightened sweat, poured water and made tea with shaking hands. "Come, Uncle Zhang, drink tea! "Young man, you don't have to be so polite!" "Uncle Zhang took the tea and said politely. At this time, the wind outside became stronger, and soon there was a strong wind. It seemed like it was going to rain, and the strong wind poured into the hut. The newspaper that Wang Ming threw on the ground lifted up the old man. Gao, the black printed title of "The Mystery of the Watchman's Strange Death" once again appeared in Wang Ming's eyes. "Do you know why 'Uncle Zhang' died?" "Uncle Zhang took a sip of tea and said solemnly. "I don't know! The death was so bizarre. "Wang Ming replied. "He was strangled to death by a female ghost. "Uncle Zhang still had the same tone. "Oh? Everyone says this, do you hear it? "Wang Ming said suspiciously. "Wow, wow, wow" It was very noisy outside. It started to rain, and it rained heavily. It took a long time for Uncle Zhang to speak: "I didn't hear about it, I know everything. go through. "It can't be true, right?" "Wang Ming's eyes widened in surprise. Uncle Zhang smiled: "I'll tell you a story. It’s the story about Uncle Zhang.” Uncle Zhang was an orphan, uneducated, and had no ability, and he was always poor. So no woman was willing to marry him, and after he got older, he stopped thinking about it. A few years ago He worked as a watchman at a funeral home and was afraid of the corpses at first, but gradually got used to it and became more and more daring, even opening the freezer to look at the corpses. When Uncle Zhang touched women's corpses, they didn't resist. So it became a habit, and later he chose a young and beautiful female corpse as his wife... "Stop it, stop it. It’s so absurd and unbelievable! Untrue. Wang Ming shouted, even if he were killed, he wouldn't believe it. Uncle Zhang smiled sinisterly: "I have a way to make you believe it!" "What solution?" "Wang Ming was very curious. "Follow me. "Uncle Zhang stood up and walked towards the morgue door. "Hey! No kidding. "Wang Ming felt a little scared when he saw his actions. Uncle Zhang smiled sinisterly again, opened the door, and ducked in. The rain became heavier, accompanied by thunder from time to time. The sound of thunder bombarded Wang Ming's body. Heart. Fear filled every crevice in Wang Ming's head.

What on earth is Uncle Zhang doing there? Do you really want to have sex with a female corpse? Could this Uncle Zhang be the one who died? Finally curiosity triumphed over fear. Wang Ming walked towards the door step by step. With every step he took, he felt like he was getting closer to death. When I got to the door, I saw Uncle Zhang. Uncle Zhang stood behind the door with a gentle smile on his face. Are you kidding? This is such a big joke. "You almost scared me to death!" Wang Ming smiled and punched Uncle Zhang. Uncle Zhang took two steps back and raised his head. ah! There were strangulation marks on his neck. Wang Ming's face instantly turned pale, and he instinctively stepped back. I was accidentally knocked over by something. What? Wang Ming touched the object under him and it was cold. He looked down and saw... a corpse, a female corpse. The most terrifying thing was that the female corpse’s abdomen was bulging high. Is she pregnant? "Hahahaha, even if you know the truth, you can't live." Uncle Zhang rushed towards Zhang Ming viciously. "Ah!" Zhang Ming woke up from his nightmare. The cup tipped over and the tea spilled all over the floor. It was raining outside and the windows were rattling. Wang Ming got up to close the window. suddenly! "Boom, boom, boom" there was a knock on the door. "Who!" "I am the front yard sweeper..."