When I heard this, I was a little stunned, and I said: "How dare you drag me here, uncle, if it's so scary?"
The old man chuckled and said, "I'm already seventy-three.
Seventy-year-olds are rare in life, and I'm still afraid of a hammer.
Have you ever heard of that sentence?
The saddest thing in life is when a person dies without spending all his money. , the saddest thing is that people are still alive, but the money is gone.
I, this person is still alive, but the money is gone.
So, of course, if you have money, you have to make money, and the crematorium will not last a few years anyway.
I have to go in too.”
I saw that this old man was quite talkative, so I chatted with him for a while.
But this electric mountain bike is really slow.
By the time I arrived at the crematorium, it was already afternoon.
I gave the old man a hundred yuan and told him not to look for it.
This crematorium is quite big.
Because it was daytime, I didn't feel scared, so I walked towards the hall.
In the hall, a wizened old man was squatting under the corner, smoking a big pipe.
I walked over and asked, "Uncle, I want to ask you about someone."
The old man raised his head and glanced at me.
There were three terrible scars on his face, extending from his forehead to the corner of his mouth.
Those three scars took up half of his face.
He smiled at me.
The three scars gathered together, showing that It's even more terrifying.
"Young man, who are you asking about?
I have burned people here for more than 20 years, living and dead.
I know a lot of them, tell me."
The old man said, his voice a little hoarse.
I was brave enough and was not intimidated by the old man.
I said, "Uncle, is there a staff member here who specializes in dressing the dead?
She is a woman with curly hair and a mole."
I asked.
The old man took a puff from his cigarette bag and said, "Oh, you're asking about Aunt Yang.
Aunt Yang used to work here, but for some reason, she hasn't come to work for a long time."
I was stunned and a little disappointed.
It seemed that it was quite difficult to find an old woman in this foreign land.
I sighed, waved my hand and said, "Okay, thank you very much, sir.
Do you know where Aunt Yang lives?"
"I don't know about this.
Those of us who work in the crematorium all year round will not disclose where our homes are.
This is because we are afraid of being overheard by ghosts.
If ghosts knock on the door in the middle of the night, it will be troublesome.
"The old man said, smiling at me.
I looked at his face and felt a little disgusted.
I nodded, turned around and left, heading outside.
When I just walked to the door of the hall, I heard someone shouting from behind: "Master Yan is here again, hurry up and prepare to fire.
My family wants ashes, so be careful when burning, so as not to burn all the ashes." " "Okay" the old man behind him replied.
I continued to walk forward, but I always felt that something was wrong.
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I patted my head and was suddenly stunned.
Master Yan, the worker at the crematorium, is also named Yan, and the courier boy is also named Yan.
Is there any relationship between them?
, that courier Yan Bocong obviously hid something from me.
My mind immediately recalled the situation when I entered the STO Express store.
When I just took out the express package, Yan Bocong's expression changed slightly.
I didn't care at the time, but now I think about it, it is very suspicious.
Moreover, when I later said that I wanted to find the sender, Yan Bocong immediately said that he didn't remember it, without even thinking about it.
He also asked casually whether he wanted to return the goods.
He must know something, but he didn't want to. let me know the sender Moreover, even the courier couldn't remember a single thing, but the store owner could tell the old woman's appearance.
There must be something wrong with that.
I looked back at the scarred old man who was lighting the fire.
I was full of doubts in my heart.
I did not leave the crematorium immediately, but walked to a remote place.
Although this crematorium is not big, it is quite complete.
It is not just a stove for burning fire as I thought before.
There is a funeral parlor, a wreath room, a funeral robe room, and a mortuary department.
Embalming actually means dressing up the person, including putting clothes on the dead person, putting makeup on the dead person, etc.
After all, many people will hold funerals here, and the embalmer needs to dress the corpse beautifully.
I thought for a moment, and according to the owner of the courier store, the old woman who sent the facial mask must work here, so I quietly walked towards the entrance of the mortuary department.
There is no one guarding the door here.
I walked in, and the temperature here was very low.
It was both the coldness of the air conditioner and the cold atmosphere.
After all, dead people would be parked here.
At this time, I was really brave.
At least I was no longer afraid of seeing a dead person.
There was a corpse covered with white cloth lying in the room.
A man in long blue clothes was standing in front of the corpse, playing with the corpse's face.
I paused.
This person must be Mrs.
Yang I looked around, then grabbed the teacup on the table and hid it behind my back.
Holding the tea cup, I felt a little confident.
Of course, it would be better if there were bricks.
I quietly walked towards the embalmer.
When I reached the side of the embalmer, I suddenly stood in front of her.
I thought she was skinning people again, so I suddenly said loudly: "What are you doing?"
"Hiccup" The man in blue clothes yelled, then hiccupped and fainted.
I was stunned for a moment, and quickly looked at the person.
She was clearly a young woman, and she was somewhat pretty.
She was in her twenties at most, and she was not an old woman who skinned people at all.
I panicked and felt a little regretful.
I was a little too reckless.
I was too busy thinking about the human skin mask.
I didn't even think that there was more than just an old woman working in this place.
I stepped forward and pinched the girl.
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Just when I was hesitating whether to give this woman artificial respiration, she woke up.
She squinted her eyes, took a deep breath, and her face turned pale.
Slowly, she regained her breath.
"Who are you stupider than you?
Do you know that this is a crematorium?
Do you know that it will scare people to death?"
The woman was also quite domineering.
As soon as she woke up, she pointed at me and scolded me.
When I saw that the woman was fine, I breathed a sigh of relief and quickly said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I thought you were that girl.
I'm sorry.
I'll give you a red banknote to calm my shock."
I saw that the woman was still If he wanted to continue cursing, he immediately took out a hundred yuan and handed it to her.
Money really comes in handy.
After the woman took the money, she stuffed it into her pocket and glared at me, "For the sake of saving me again, I won't scold you.
No, how did you save me?
Did you give it to me?"
Artificial respiration."
The woman wiped her mouth.
I thought this woman was a bit funny, "Don't worry so much.
I just pinched your vagina to wake you up.
I didn't kiss you or press you."
As I said that, I glanced at the girl's breasts. , Well, it’s peaceful.
The woman gave me another hard look.
I asked: "By the way, sister, there is an aunt working here, her surname is Yang, she seems to have a mole here on her mouth."
"You're talking about Granny Yang.
She comes in the evening and works the night shift.
During the day, we usually do makeup and dressing part-time."
The woman said, she received a hundred yuan and her temper was much better. , patted Pigu, stood up, took various makeup pens, and continued to put makeup on the corpse.
I took a look and saw that it was a male corpse.
The man was about forty years old, with a bulging belly and plump skin.
Judging from these aspects, this man should have been okay and pampered during his lifetime.
But at this moment, there was a big rotten hole on his face.
The hole was a bit weird.
It was rotten in the middle of the nose.
The key was that the rotten place seemed to have a bunch of eyes growing out.
I looked a little disgusted and asked, "What happened to this man and how he died?"
The woman was also a little scared, and whispered: "How do I know?
To be honest, I have been working here for two months, and I have long been used to dressing dead people, but I have never seen such a horrific way of death.
If it hadn't been like this , you couldn’t have scared me to death just now.”
While the woman was talking, she had already begun to fill the man's face with a piece of human skin, filling the rotten hole that looked like an eye, and then used glue, flesh-colored tape, etc. to fix the skin. , and then pinched his nose.
I was curious and asked, "What do you do?
You are so professional."
"I just studied makeup, but now it's hard to find a job as a makeup artist.
Not to mention the stigma, and the salary is low.
I can only work part-time here.
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It's scary to put makeup on the dead, but you don't have to tolerate it, and the income is still high.
The families of these deceased people She was very kind to me and often gave me red envelopes."
The woman said, quickly completing the most difficult step.
She finally breathed a sigh of relief, put down the makeup box, looked at me and said, "Okay, you can do it.
It scared me, but talking to you means I’ve finished my work.
It’s much better if someone is around.”
I smiled and said, "That's okay.
Oh, by the way, tell me about Mrs.
Yang, and I'll help you."
The woman glanced at me and said, "Why are you looking for Granny Yang?
Granny Yang is a veteran employee here.
She is only on duty at night.
During the day, if she can't find part-time workers or the part-time employees have something to do, she will come too."
If you need help, or if there's anything we can't do, come to her."
Then, the woman looked at the time and said, "Grandma Yang will come to work at seven o'clock."
I was a little surprised and asked: "She didn't resign."
The woman rolled her eyes at me and said, "All the employees here have resigned, and Grandma Yang will not resign.
She is a veteran employee here, and she is also the signature of this crematorium.
Many people come here for cremation, just for Grandma Yang." ” After listening to the woman's words, I felt relieved.
It seemed that there was indeed something wrong with Yan Bocong and this arrogant old man.
I asked the woman some more questions, then asked for Mrs.
Yang’s phone number, and then left.
I decided that I was going to catch something tonight: