I went to see He Dana and told him what happened, and he said.
"That was a corpse removal. Someone had tampered with the body. It was done very skillfully. Of course the police wouldn't know about it."
"That means there is someone behind this, or the manager himself can drive the corpse."
"Impossible. There are only two people who drive the corpse. One is me, and the other is Master Qian. But he is in the United States. He went there with his son five years ago and settled there. He has never come back."
"Then the corpse is moving, is that exorcism?"
"Yes, it's really strange."
He Dana also found it strange. Who could this person be? The most direct person was the director, but the director seemed to only know poetry and management, and didn't know anything about this aspect. He basically rarely went downstairs, such as the refining room, dressing room, and urn room.
This analysis means that there is another person behind, and that person is Master Qian. There is no other person. This is what I think. There is a photo of Master Qian on the display wall. I have seen him. He is a person with small eyes, almost a slit, and looks a bit sinister.
He Dana said.
"It happened four years ago. It's really troublesome. If that's true, then Master Qian must have come back four years ago."
I don't know. I haven't heard anyone mention Master Qian.
He Dana asked me to wait a few days for this matter. No matter what, I have to figure this out. If I don’t, Ge Zhu will bring me trouble. This kind of thing is really strange.
In the morning, I entered the refining room and Cheng He had not come yet. I didn't know why, but these days, he always came early, cleaned up the office and made tea.
I pushed the body in and put it into the furnace. I looked outside the door and saw a man walking towards me. It said family members were not allowed to enter. The man was not from the place and walked slowly, seeming a little hesitant.
I watched through the half-open door as the man slowly came over and stopped. He saw me through the door and spoke for a long time.
"Is that Master Ke?"
I nodded.
"I have something to talk to you about. I'll wait for you at the entrance of the crematorium."
After saying that, the person left. She was a woman in her thirties. It was really strange. I didn’t know her.
Master Yunzheng told me that it’s best not to contact strangers, no matter who they are, if you don’t know them.
After I finished my work, Cheng He still hadn't come. It seemed that he was sick or had something else to do.
I ignored that person and walked out of the back door of the crematorium. I didn't want to see that person.
I went to see He Dana, and he told me that Master Qian had indeed returned four years ago, a week before Ge Zhu's accident. This means that it was possible that Master Qian had done it.
I pushed He Dana to the farm manager's house. He was drinking and looked unhappy. It seemed that this matter really gave him a headache.
He was stunned when he saw He Dana and I, and then asked us to sit down and drink together.
This matter has to be resolved sooner or later.
"Director, I have no choice. Ge Zhu is entangled with me. It was a dream. Maybe you don't understand. It seems normal for such a thing to happen here."
"I understand. I want you to try. No matter what happens, there may be a way to solve it. I really shouldn't have done that, but I have no choice."
I don't know what he didn't choose to refer to.
The director stood up and went into the inner room. After a long while, he took out a locked box. He took out the key from his body and opened it. There were actually twelve finger-covered paintings inside. I was stunned. Ge Zhu said that she would stop doing anything after getting thirteen finger-covered paintings. Her goal was achieved. These paintings were actually here, only one was missing. So was the last one Ge Zhu's own? I was sweating.
The director looked at me for a long time before speaking.
"There are thirteen finger-cover paintings, and one is still missing. I think this one should be with you."
"What on earth is going on here?"
"This finger-covered painting is actually a human skin painting. After the thirteen paintings are completed, Ge Zhu will be reincarnated here again and continue her past. This means she will be reincarnated without forgetting her past. Of course, she will not have the same appearance as before, but everything else is the soul and thoughts."
He Dana listened without saying anything. It seemed that the director knew a lot and he was not just a director who could write poems.
"Why did you ask me to kill Ge Zhu?"
After I said that, I glared at the director and said, "No matter what, you killed someone, and that's wrong."
"Actually, I didn't kill Ge Zhu, it was an accident."
"You still don't admit it?"
He Dana became anxious.
"Four years ago, Master Qian came back once, and he and I were the only ones who knew how to exorcise corpses."
The director's face turned pale immediately, his hands trembled, he finished the wine, and it took a long time before he spoke.
"Indeed, I used corpse exorcism to kill someone, but it was not my intention. Ge Zhu knew something about me that was very important to me, so I couldn't let her know or tell anyone. She insisted on telling someone, and I got scared, so Master Qian helped me."
"How can he help you?"
"Master Qian and I are cousins. I begged him and he helped me. Then he left here and said he would never come back."
It seems that the director has a secret that cannot be told to anyone, but how did Ge Zhu know it
That's really strange.
Everything about Ge Zhu seems like a dream, but it is also reality. At least some things that happened are real.
"What's so important to you? Taking a person's life?"
I'm a little angry.
"That can't be said."
"Then how did Ge Zhu know?"
"She bumped into it. It was her bad luck. She shouldn't have gone to that place."
After the manager finished speaking, he realized that he had said something wrong, so he lowered his head and stopped talking.
"Well, I'll give you these twelve finger-cover paintings, and that's it."
"Forget it, Ge Zhu will come to trouble me."
"You have one, thirteen paintings put together, with a diagram on it. Hang the finger-covered paintings on the wall. The diagram tells you how to arrange them, and all the trouble will be gone."
I am a little unwilling to accept it. I love Ge Zhu. Although it is a love in a dream, it is the same as the real one. I can't let it go.
"Okay, that's it."
He Dana slammed the lid of the box shut and almost pinched the director's hand.
The director said nothing.
"Walk."
I pushed He Dana out.
"Godfather, what do you mean?"
"Forget about it. It's enough for Ge Zhu to come back. No matter what, he will just look different."
Come to think of it, maybe the manager really has something he can't say, but I can't figure out what it is.
"You don't have to think about it. Everyone has a secret that they will never tell until they die."
"I don't."
"There will be."
I went back and opened the box, then took out Ge Zhu's finger-print painting. He Dana asked me to take out the picture and stick it on the wall according to the drawing. It was a heart shape, which was quite strange. After I arranged it, it looked a bit weird.
"Will this work?"
"Or, there is a white cloth there, just cover it, and let everything else take its course."
When I went to bed that day, He Dana was already asleep.
I was in my room, looking out the window, and I felt like I was in the south, in a scenic courtyard in the south.
Thinking about Yunbai and Xiaozhe, I feel a little angry. I haven't visited Xiaozhe for some time. He must miss me, and I miss him too. It's just that Yunbai's behavior is a bit too much. I will not let that man go. Waiting for the reincarnation to turn, and love again, that is impossible. It's not that I'm not a man, no man can do that. The man who makes you cuckold will be like this forever.
When he got up in the morning, He Dana sat alone in the yard, drinking tea and watching the fish in the lake.
"Godfather, I'm going to work."
When I entered the office, the manager came in, took a bag of tea and put it on the table and said.
"Chenghe quits. He can't stand it here."
I didn't think there was anything strange. Not many people can stay here. Some come for a few days and leave, some stay for a few hours, and some stay for a few months. After more than a year, you can't leave here. Everything here is new every day and you will never feel repetitive. You never know what will happen every day that will make you feel scared. Then you feel that life is not dead, but life is alive.
I am used to working alone. I am busier when there is a lot of work. Today there is not much work, so I turned on a furnace and sat there smoking. The smoke twisted strangely and turned into a human head, then dispersed. It was a strange thing. A little ghost was covering his mouth and laughing in the corner.
I seem to have gotten used to seeing the little ghost, as if I haven't seen him at all. If the little ghost laughs, it means nothing good.
Sure enough, after I finished my work, I wanted to go see Xiaozhe. Today was Sunday and he didn't have classes. I was riding my bike, and when I was crossing a simple bridge, I fell off the bridge. Damn it, I didn't die. I got up and pushed the bike up, but it was broken.
I found a place to repair the car on the way and had a scratch on my face. When I got home, my father was shocked and I said I was fine.
My father said.
"You go home and live here. This is your forever home."
"Dad, you should find a woman so you can have a companion when you are old."
"Forget it. I've lived this life and I'm used to being alone. I'm still not used to having someone like this." I
My father and I were drinking, and he mentioned that Yunbai wanted to take Xiaozhe away from the city and go to another city, and asked me for my opinion.
I was stunned.
"Where is she going?"
"A classmate from the girls' school is in Beijing and can help her find a job and a good school for Xiaozhe."
I was silent. Was this an escape? I didn't know.
Yun Bai didn't leave in the end. Master Yun Zheng got angry and told her that if she dared to leave, she should go by herself and leave Xiaozhe for him. But she didn't leave. Yun Zheng must have been very angry this time.
Xiaozhe was brought to my house by Master Yunzheng to talk about this.
"Stay here for one night, and I'll send you to school tomorrow."
That day, I still couldn't hug my son, because Yun Bai had instilled something else in him and he didn't dare to get too close to me. I didn't say anything else. Just being able to see my son was enough. This was my only hope.
After I sent Xiaozhe to school, I went to the crematorium, entered the office, boiled water, and brewed the tea that the director had brought. It was indeed top-quality tea. As soon as it was brewed, the refreshing fragrance came out, and I felt refreshed.
I took a few sips of tea, and then the manager came in, followed by a girl, about 24 or 25 years old. She looked familiar, but when I looked closely, I didn't recognize her.
Chi Qing, my apprentice, is a female apprentice. When I think of Bai Jie, I feel a little scared.
"Master, please let other masters lead the team. I can do it alone."
"That's not fair. The shifts have been adjusted. Work one day and rest two days. You start today."
I finally signed the master-apprentice contract.
Chi Qing is pretty, and I was confused. Why do pretty girls go to the crematorium? I really don't understand.
Chi Qing actually went so far as to learn how to refine. This was really a matter of life and death.
Chi Qing followed me into the refining room, and I asked her to watch. She only had to watch for half a month and didn't have to do anything else.
When Chi Qing lit my cigarette, I saw the necklace on her neck. It was made of amber and was made by Hao Fei. I could tell it at a glance and I was stunned. I gave it to Ge Zhu. Although it was in a dream, in reality, I was indeed missing one.
"This necklace?"
"My mother gave it to me."
I didn't say anything else. I understood at once. This was Ge Zhu's reincarnation, a reincarnation that she had never forgotten. She should know everything, but didn't say it out loud, and perhaps she would never say it out loud. That look told me a lot.
"I used to be a painter. My father was a painter, and so was my mother. But I didn't like painting. I came to the crematorium out of spite. When my mother was angry, she told me to go to the crematorium if I didn't paint. I said I would go, and she knew the director, and they were recruiting people, so I came. She thought I wouldn't come, but when I came, she said I would regret it, and if I regretted it, I would go back to painting."
Things just happened naturally. (To be continued)