The bus arrived at the compound unknowingly.
I made an exception and did not go to the sandfield to play with the children in the compound.
Instead, I plunged into the funeral parlor.
Maybe it's because of the afternoon.
There are basically no people in the funeral home except the staff.
Because our funeral parlors rush to carry out burials early, and it is unlucky to carry out burials after 12 noon.
All our funeral homes are unusually deserted in the afternoon.
Opposite the funeral parlor is a five-story small foreign-style building for the family members.
The Dagondui is a circular sand and gravel land with an area of about 2 square kilometers.
National Highway 105 divides the Dagondui into two parts.
To the east of the road is the funeral parlor, and to the west is the family compound of the funeral parlor. hospital.
As soon as you enter the funeral home, you will see a large square, next to it is the registration hall, where urns, ashes, and other things are sold.
Going inside is a theater-like condolence hall, with a hundred-meter-long corridor extending inward.
This corridor is three to four meters wide, and there are many stretcher carts.
Usually there are many people carrying out coffins, so this place becomes a corridor for temporarily parking the remains.
Passing through the corridor is my mother's workplace, the "grooming room."
People outside the grooming room are generally not allowed to enter.
There are eight red letters written on the glass door, "Those who are busy at work are not allowed to enter."
Because of my mother, I often play here.
After entering the grooming room, there is an erected rectangular mirror, which outsiders call a facial mirror.
Our internal staff calls it the soul-destroying mirror.
It is said that the soul will follow the body after death, and people always think that they are not dead.
The purpose of setting up a soul-removing mirror is to tell the soul that it has died.
The grooming room is divided into two rooms.
There is an inner room and an outer room.
The so-called outer room is the place where I said the soul mirror is placed.
There is a sink, a desk, and a chair.
On the desk is a register of the appearance of the corpses that are buried every day.
I opened the appearance registration book filled out by my mother, but I couldn't find a name with wind chimes.
When I walked into the inner room, I saw my mother wearing a white mask, sitting directly in front of the head of a corpse, grooming the corpse.
The corpse was lying flat on a marble bed, wrapped in a green and black shroud.
Mother was fully focused on it.
With her slender fingers, she held the brush and sketched gently.
Her mother treated her like a piece of art, using a greasy white paste to apply makeup on her.
I stood aside silently, and my mother looked back at me and said calmly: "Bingbing, you go out first."
After I came out, I heard my mother continue to say: "I'm sorry."
That was my son, he had just finished school.
I suddenly felt a numbness in my scalp.
There was obviously only my mother in the inner room.
Could it be that she was talking to the corpse.
I casually opened the appearance registration book, and it was written on the last name registration: Name Wang Fangchun Gender Female Age 33 Cause of death Car accident number 475871.
Almost twenty minutes later, my mother came out of the inner room, took off her mask, and while washing her hands, she said, "Why don't you go home after school?
Don't come to places like this anymore."
I asked my mother, "Why were you talking to the dead just now?"
My mother glared at me and said sternly: "You have turned a deaf ear to what I usually say to you.
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You must use honorifics in the funeral parlor."
Looking at my mother's stern expression, I stuck out my tongue playfully, but I didn't dare to refute.
In fact, I always felt that my mother was a bit old-fashioned.
She was just a corpse, and she used it so respectfully.
But I still pretend to be obedient on the surface.
When my mother changed out of her work clothes and took me home, I asked: "Mom, have you seen a deceased girl in the grooming room, a girl wearing red dancing shoes?
The mother thought for a while and said, "On what day was he buried?"
"I don't know either."
I only knew that she was wearing a pair of red dancing shoes.
My mother looked at me warily: "Why do you ask?"
I felt that without my mother's help, I would not be able to solve this mystery.
Yes, I will tell you everything that happened in school.
My mother was surprised at first, and then became extremely angry.
Before I could finish my words, she raised her hand and slapped me.
I felt my face was burning at the time, and I was beaten for no apparent reason.
I originally thought that my mother would praise me for being smart and that I was the future Conan or Sherlock Holmes.
I never expected that my mother would slap me by the ears all the way home from the funeral home.
When I got home, I would kneel on the washboard and reflect on my mistakes.
When my father came back, I was still kneeling on the washboard.
My father glanced at me, then at my mother, and asked me: "Han Bing, who did you beat up today?"
I said stubbornly: "I didn't beat up anyone.
My mother was crazy today."
My father looked at my mother who was knitting a sweater and said: "Bingbing is growing.
Kneeling for too long will hurt your knees.
Get up."
I glanced sideways at my mother and saw that she was silent, so I still didn't dare to get up.
When my mother saw my father speaking for me, she put down the sweater thread in her hand and began to scold me: "A boy actually frightened a female classmate by mentioning the funeral parlor, and even learned to lie to fool the teacher.
Look at how wild he has become now.
My father still maintained his calm expression and said: "It's enough to educate boys about their naughty nature.
Your whole compound knows it.
Just now at the gate, Uncle Cao interceded for Bingbing, asking me to go home and take a look.
Forget it on the way.
You still have to go home now."
Don't stop.
When my father saw that my mother still refused to let me get up, he lost his temper and said, "Han Bing, then you should continue to reflect on when you will break the cartilage in your knees and when you will get up.
Your mother will support you for the rest of your life."
I stared at my mother again, because I knew that this was a game between my father and my mother.
Apparently my mother softened and waited for me to get up.
My mother told me what I said to her and described it to my father.
After listening, my father looked at me expressionlessly, lost in thought, then lit a cigarette and said slowly: "The girl you are talking about is called Xiang Fengling.
She seems to be a student of our Yangbei Normal College.
She should be lying in the Yangbei Criminal Investigation Technology Investigation and Anatomy Room in the back area of the funeral home.
At that time, the body was taken out of Wang Feixiang's car, and he and boilermaker Lao Cai carried the body into the criminal investigation technology investigation and autopsy room.
Hearing Feixiang say that the girl died miserably, with many stab wounds on her body, as if she had been raped and killed.
Her mother gave her father a look, but his father obviously realized something and did not speak.
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The more my parents deliberately avoided her, the more intense curiosity ignited in me.
I suddenly made a bold decision.
I must meet the girl in the red dancing shoes.
It's a bit cold in Yangbei County in late autumn, the sky is covered with white mist, and the whole city seems to be wearing a snow-white coat.
However, I felt that the whole pile of bones was wrapped in white silk.
The day of November 24 was destined to be an extraordinary day.
At 5 o'clock in the morning, a rapid ringing of the phone woke me up.
I heard it in a daze, The father held the microphone in the living room and asked continuously: "Can we be cremated now?
Is this in compliance with the regulations?"
This was the first time I heard that my father, who had always been calm, was extremely nervous.
Then my father got dressed and went out.
I was completely sleepless at this time, so I secretly followed my father out.
In the dark night sky, only the street lamp at the entrance of the funeral home gave off a faint light.
I watched my father's figure gradually disappear into the funeral home.
I began to be a little scared.
Maybe the dark night gave me inexplicable fear.
I stood in the corridor of the silent hall.
Wandering around.
This dim light looked so small in the foggy environment of the dark night.
The yellow light beam was a little dim, but the corridor was eerily quiet at this time.
I wandered in the corridor, in a dilemma.
Finally, I had to bite the bullet and walked deeper into the corridor.
As I walked, I always felt like someone was following me behind me.
The suffocating pressure made me so nervous that I couldn't breathe.
The hairs all over my body were there.
They all stood up in an instant, and I could clearly feel that something was getting closer and closer to me.
I suddenly felt a chill on my back.
It felt like the cold air in the freezer penetrated my skin, from my scalp to the soles of my feet.
I suddenly remembered that my grandma said that there are three lights on a person, one on the head and one on each shoulder.
If you turn around, these three lights will go out and cannot protect you.
I ran forward with all my strength, then The hundred-meter corridor seemed extremely long and narrow at this time, as if centuries had passed.
At this time, there was only fear and the sound of rapid footsteps in my mind.
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