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Bao Lebin was slightly taken aback.
"Who borrowed the paper? Was it the curator, or the night watchman?"
"Not one of them, it's, it's..."
Upon closer reflection, Okamon Hirozuka never actually saw what that thing looked like from beginning to end.
"Yeah, you don't care about that! Anyway, I had just taken my pants off and was halfway through relieving myself when he suddenly asked to borrow toilet paper! Can you believe it?!"
“Uh.” Bao Lebin thought about it carefully and agreed, “That is indeed a bit unbelievable. I haven’t done something as stupid as going to the toilet without toilet paper for a long time.”
Okamon Hirozuka: "?"
"No, no, no, I didn't mean that he doesn't bring toilet paper when he goes to the bathroom, that's not important!"
"It's not important?"
"Yes, mainly because he was terrifying! The toilet was pitch black, you couldn't see anything, and then this voice suddenly appeared, asking to borrow toilet paper! Does anyone not know that I, Okamon Hirozuka, always have the good habit of carrying toilet paper with me? He scared me so much I stopped peeing! He..."
"Pfft~"
Unable to hold back, Bao Lebin burst out laughing, interrupting Okamon Hirozuka's words.
"You don't believe me? Huh?!"
"No, no, cough, I believe you, please continue."
Okamon Hirozuka glared at Bao Lebin with annoyance and continued.
"I was completely terrified! And I couldn't control my body at all. I even suspect that asking for the paper was just a polite way of saying he wanted me to wipe for him. I'm not bragging, but my butt-wiping skills are truly superb. I'm just curious how he figured it out."
"Pfft, pfft~"
Bao Lebin is not a person who likes to laugh, but he really couldn't help it.
"Hey! I've been putting up with you for ages! Do you look down on me?!"
"Yes, I'm sorry, please continue. I, cough, I couldn't help but press the numbing spot. I didn't mean to laugh out loud. Uh, is the person you're talking about who asked you to wipe his butt really that ugly? Did he scare you like that?"
"It's not a matter of whether he's ugly or not. His voice is cool, cold, and gives me a fierce feeling, with an unyielding tone. It's a pity that it was too dark just now, so I couldn't see clearly whether he had diarrhea or if you laughed again?"
Bao Lebin sat up straight, indicating that he absolutely did not laugh this time.
"Forget it, I'm not talking to you anymore! We're talking past each other!"
With a cold snort, Okamon Hirozuka threw his talisman, the female corpse, onto the upper bunk, and then crawled into bed with her.
Silent all night.
The next day, Jiang Xiao was awakened from her deep sleep by a sharp scream.
"What the hell? What's that dog barking outside?!"
With a series of crackling sounds, Bao Lebin scrambled into the dormitory.
"Brother, the washroom! The washroom!"
Jiang Xiao rolled over; it was barely dawn. As everyone knows, he didn't have the habit of waking up early.
After he had slept enough, the few people from the funeral home had all arrived.
Ok?
Before he even got close, Jiang Xiao could smell a pungent, bloody odor.
dead?
Upon seeing him approach, the other three all wore strange expressions.
The small washroom was covered in blood.
The most common spot was the mirror in front of the sink, on which the two large characters "Jiang Xiao" were written in blood.
What does it mean?
Jiang Xiao frowned, and the others tactfully made way for him.
Who wrote it?
Everyone shook their heads. Even if they had done it, they couldn't admit it in front of the victim.
"Pah, what level is that? Terrible!"
Because the mirror is not very large, and the character "霄" has too many strokes, it looks crooked.
Jiang Xiao simply wiped the character "霄" off the mirror, dipped it in the still-dry bloodstains in the pool, and rewrote it.
After examining it carefully and confirming that there were no problems, Jiang Xiao nodded in satisfaction.
"Your skill level is really terrible, not even as good as mine, who has never been to school."
Everyone:.
This guy has a really big heart.
"Is someone playing a prank?" the curator said thoughtfully, stroking his chin.
"Heh, there are only so many people here. Who do you think is behind this prank?" The Night Watchman's voice was calm, but his tone was firm.
Only Bao Lebin, even after several hours, still felt his legs go weak at the sight before him.
"You haven't forgotten that legend about the funeral home, have you?"
The curator and the night watchman exchanged a glance, then snorted coldly, signaling Bao Lebin not to say such nonsense, lest he scare the new employee.
Bao Lebin: "?"
Look at this thing! Would someone who wrote their name on a mirror with their own blood be scared?
Sure enough, Jiang Xiao, who was admiring his own elegant handwriting, immediately showed great interest upon hearing the legend.
It is well known that children without parents love to listen to stories.
"Brother Jiang Xiao, that won't work."
Seemingly realizing that he shouldn't say such things, Bao Lebin remained silent and tight-lipped in the face of Jiang Xiao's questioning.
Finally, having no other choice, he had to pull out the rules again.
[Rule 1: There are no ghosts in this world. Spreading ghost stories about funeral homes is strictly prohibited. Violators will be immediately dismissed.]
"Brother Jiang Xiao, I'm still young, I don't want to die!"
Chapter 351 The Curator's Glorious Past
He only said half of what he wanted to say.
Jiang Xiao frowned, but didn't know what to say. He might not care about these rules himself, but ordinary people definitely had to abide by them.
Does hearing a story mean you have to drive someone to their death?
He's not a beast; he wouldn't do something like that.
However, Bao Lebin was quite clever; although he didn't reveal this "legendary story."
But they repeatedly brought up rule one:
[Rule 1: There are no ghosts in this world. Spreading ghost stories about funeral homes is strictly prohibited. Violators will be immediately dismissed.]
Since he has brought up this rule multiple times, it can be concluded that the "legends" he knows must be related to "ghost stories".
"If I tell, will you definitely be fired?"
Bao Lebin nodded, then shook his head frantically, indicating that dismissal was merely a means, not an end.
Once dismissed, how could he possibly withstand the 30 kilometers of desolate wilderness with his physique similar to Zhao Wuyan?
The curator, seeing Jiang Xiao's ill-intentioned gaze, immediately began to explain.
"I'm just following the rules. That's how the rules are. What can I do?"
"What if people die if we don't follow these rules?"
"Is this a matter of whether people die or not?"
"Then why did you set these rules for cooking? If we don't follow them, are you going to kill us?!"
"I told you, this isn't about whether people die or not!!"
"Well, I've already said it, I'm going to break it. Let's see if you can actually kick me out today, if you can actually kill me!"
"you!"
Faced with Jiang Xiao's persistent and aggressive questioning, the curator did not answer immediately, but instead sighed, seemingly quite helpless.
"why?"
"Why do you young people always have to be curious about this and that? Don't you know that curiosity killed the cat?"
"Do you know how many years I've been the director of the funeral home? Eighty-five years, a full eighty-five years!"
"Do you know how many employees we've had during this period?"
Well...
Jiang Xiao counted on his fingers: after working for ten years, he could leave, with two employees working together each time.