Mysterious Séancer: My Doll Can Really Show Its Power

Cremation area of ​​the crematorium.

Wei Zhenzhen, the staff member on duty, bowed to a body being brought over on the conveyor belt. After waiting for about two minutes, she pushed the body into the corresponding crematorium according to its number, and then yawned listlessly.

Years of experience in the industry have made this job something she's very good at.

When Wei Zhenzhen first entered the crematorium, she was always worried that the cold corpses lying on the conveyor belt would suddenly open their eyes and look at her, but now...

"Actually, it wouldn't be bad if one of the dead actually opened their eyes; at least this job wouldn't be as boring and tedious as it is now."

The crematorium was not very busy, and being a public institution, there was no risk of unemployment. The repetitive and stable work, which had been going on for many years, made Wei Zhenzhen have some thoughts that she shouldn't have.

She also had a work habit: she would wait a while before putting the bodies she was responsible for into the furnace.

This was to prevent people from actually dying but being sent in for cremation.

With modern medicine being so advanced, the probability of such an event occurring is practically zero.

A colleague once joked with Wei Zhenzhen, "Do you think you can be sure that someone who isn't dead will wake up in a minute or two if you wait this long?"

To this, Wei Zhenzhen always responds with a smile: "Give others a chance, and give yourself a chance too!"

This is easy to understand: give others a chance to open their eyes, and give yourself a chance to get a thrill!

While yawning, Wei Zhenzhen fell into deep thought: When can I stimulate myself?

"Mother--"

"Mom, come back!"

From the reception hall in front, a heart-wrenching scream from a little boy could be faintly heard. Wei Zhenzhen, who had extensive experience in cremation, had heard this kind of cry countless times. As she watched a body lying on the conveyor belt being transported to her colleague, Wei Zhenzhen knew that she would soon be in charge of cremating the body that had caused the boy outside to scream so heart-wrenchingly.

"Mother!"

"I want my mom!"

The boy's cries continued, growing increasingly desperate, while a considerable commotion erupted outside. Wei Zhenzhen even heard the angry shouts of her security colleagues, but none of this concerned her. She was only concerned with the body that was about to be conveyed to her by the conveyor belt.

One of the few pleasures of cremation workers is imagining the age and general temperament of the deceased based on the crying in the hall.

Soon, with the hum of the conveyor belt, Wei Zhenzhen saw the body slowly approaching her from afar.

She was a woman in her thirties or forties, dressed in a cheongsam and covered with flowers and gold ingots.

Because of the distance and angle, Wei Zhenzhen couldn't see the face clearly for the time being, but she could sense that the body had a special temperament and did not possess the three common temperaments of most of the dead: aloofness, reluctance to speak, and reluctance to move.

Although she didn't speak or move, Wei Zhenzhen felt as if the person lying there was asleep, rather than a corpse.

Having worked in the industry for several years and cremated thousands of bodies, this is Wei Zhenzhen's professional sixth sense.

When the body came close, Wei Zhenzhen stopped the conveyor belt temporarily. She bowed first, and then began to count in her mind.

When she counted to fifty, Wei Zhenzhen glanced at the conveyor belt out of the corner of her eye.

"Well, thankfully, she didn't open her eyes. It's part of the normal procedure, so there's little chance of anything going wrong."

"Oh, listening to the crying outside, she has a child? That child is so pitiful, oh, if only... if only..."

"If only she could open her eyes."

After silently counting in her mind, Wei Zhenzhen continued to count.

When she counted to one hundred, she glanced at the conveyor belt again.

"Hmm, thankfully, nothing—Holy crap?!"

"They...they opened their eyes?!"

Wei Zhenzhen suddenly shuddered, as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over her head, and a chilling sensation shot from her forehead to the soles of her feet!

"No, no! I must be seeing things! I must be seeing things!"

"Working the night shift is such a jerk!"

She blinked hard, then slowly glanced at the conveyor belt again out of the corner of her eye...

This time, Wei Zhenzhen's hair stood on end!

It was the middle of summer in July, and there was a crematorium right next to her, but Wei Zhenzhen felt very cold, cold from the inside out!

She slowly turned her head and stared in utter terror at the "corpse" lying on the conveyor belt. This time, the "corpse" winked at her.

hum-

In that instant, Wei Zhenzhen felt like she couldn't hear anything anymore; all she could hear was a buzzing sound!

Her mouth slowly opened, wider and wider, as she desperately wanted to scream, but in her extreme fear, she found herself unable to make a sound!

Not a sound can be made!

She wanted to turn around and run away. What a load of crap, this public institution, this iron rice bowl! I'm not doing this anymore!

However, she found that her legs were weak, as if she were frozen in place and could not move at all!

Finally, Wei Zhenzhen felt like she was seeing stars, her eyes rolled back, and she fainted.

In the last moment before losing consciousness, Wei Zhenzhen had only one thought in her mind: Exciting, so damn exciting!

Hearing the commotion, Deng Gang, a male cremation worker on another conveyor belt, immediately asked, "Zhenzhen? What's wrong?"

Receiving no response, Deng Gang immediately went to check and saw Wei Zhenzhen lying on the ground. He rushed forward to help her up, exclaiming, "Zhenzhen?! Wei Zhenzhen?!"

"I'll take you to rest!"

As Deng Gang was about to help Wei Zhenzhen to the rest room, a soft female voice sounded from the side: "Shall I help you?"

Deng Gang turned around and saw a pale-faced woman in a cheongsam looking at him.

"Who...who are you?"

The woman asked疑惑地, "My name is Xu Juan, I... I don't know how—"

Before she could finish speaking, Deng Gang said, "You're a relative of the deceased, right?! What are you doing here? You're not allowed here!"

"Alright, you lend a hand and help me get her onto my back!"

Deng Gang didn't dwell on the special circumstances. He turned around to hang Wei Zhenzhen on his back, but in that short time, he saw that the mat used as a mattress for the dead was still on the conveyor belt that Wei Zhenzhen was in charge of, and flowers, gold ingots and other things were scattered all over the ground!

Generally speaking, these items are cremated together with the deceased.

However, these things are still here, which means that Wei Zhenzhen's deceased have not been cremated yet!

In an instant, Deng Gang's gaze towards Xu Juan changed slightly.

Then, he saw the deceased's nameplates scattered on the conveyor belt, with a long string of numbers followed by the deceased's name clearly written on them—

Xu Juan!

Deng Gang was completely stunned!

Immediately, a chilling sensation shot from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head, and his forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat!

The way he looked at Xu Juan just now changed, and now he doesn't even dare to look at Xu Juan anymore!

"Oh, so I'll help you put her on your back? Okay..."

As she spoke, Xu Juan reached out to push Wei Zhenzhen, who was hanging on Deng Gang's back. Her voice was low, weak, and powerless, sounding to Deng Gang like a completely different person!

"Huh? Why are you shivering so much?"

"Are you feeling cold?"

As she spoke, Xu Juan's hand accidentally touched Deng Gang's back. In that instant, feeling Xu Juan's slightly cool hand touch him, Deng Gang had only one thought: It's cold!

That's really cold!

There's no misunderstanding, it's really cold, holy crap!

At this moment, Deng Gang had clearly forgotten that even a living person would feel cold all over after lying in a cold crystal coffin for several hours, let alone Xu Juan, who had actually died once!

"Ahhh!!!"

"what!"

A hoarse scream rang out from Deng Gang's mouth, followed by a female scream from behind him!

This thing is completely unpretentious!

At this moment, Deng Gang disregarded Wei Zhenzhen on his body, threw her off, and ran away!

They didn't even dare to turn around!

If he had looked back, he would have seen that Xu Juan also looked frightened.

Deng Gang ran away, Wei Zhenzhen fainted, and now Xu Juan was the only one left in the cremation area.

She walked along the route Deng Gang had taken to escape and found a sign that read "Employee Passage".

"I'm not an employee, so I shouldn't be allowed to take this route."

Xu Juan returned to the cremation area by the same route, but there was no other way to go except for the two conveyor belts!

"Mommy, Mommy!"

"I want my mom!"

At that moment, a voice coming from the front hall startled Xu Juan: "It's...it's Xiao Liang?! My son!"

"Xiao Liang?! Xiao Liang, where are you?!"

"Mommy's here, Xiaoliang!"

Despite Xu Juan's loud shouts, the boy's cries did not stop and he did not respond to her at all!

"Mommy! Mommy, where are you?!"

"I want my mom!"

She could hear the immense fear and panic in her son's cries. No mother in the world wouldn't be anxious at this moment!

So, Xu Juan looked around, gritted her teeth, rushed onto the conveyor belt, and crawled towards the reception hall!

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