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The dead silence in the crematorium at night seems to be very silent. There are no creepy and heartbreaking cries and people's tears that are cautious when listening. All the road lights have gone out, except for the faint yellow light in the window of the morgue on the left. In the early autumn, with the faint moonlight, waves of cool autumn wind mixed with the smell of burning paper swept through this paradise belonging to the dead. Here, it is full of darkness and strangeness.
The crematorium is on a hill far from the suburbs. The scenery here is pleasant and the environment is beautiful. It can be regarded as a treasure trove of geomantic omen and is suitable for building a cemetery. There is only one bus line leading to the crematorium, and it stops running at 21:00 every day. In the future, these vigil companions and the families of the deceased who need to go down the mountain can only take taxis.
At this time, Xiao Li safely delivered the two guests who were rushing to the crematorium to their destination, and then parked the taxi not far from the gate of the crematorium.
People in the city turn off the lights and go to sleep every midnight. Taxi drivers know that the period from midnight to four o'clock in the morning is the most free time and also the free time.
He thought it would be uneconomical to go back empty-handed, so he decided to wait here for a while to see if there were any passengers coming down the mountain.
Xiao Li is at leisure ...