Ge Zhu died because he knew a secret of the director, so what was that secret? In addition, does Chi Qing still know the original secret? I have no idea. It seems that everyone in the crematorium has a secret, no matter who they are, or everyone has a story.
I know the entanglement between Chi Qing and me in this life, but this feels like a movie, where I die and come back to life.
In the evening, I went to He Dana's place and had a drink before going home. He told me a lot of things that I didn't know. While he let me know a lot of things bit by bit, he also let me learn a lot of things that I had never learned, which were things that Master Yunzheng didn't know. He Dana, a researcher of paranormal science, has never been recognized. Although he has mastered a lot of weird things, still no one recognizes him. I understand what He Dana means. He wants me to succeed him. Of course, this is also a good thing. Although no one recognizes it, the happiness here is incomparable. One day, someone will recognize this paranormal science.
I also gradually accepted He Dana. This person was not the kind of person I thought he was, but he was someone who made me look up to him. He was completely not the kind of person I thought he was.
I admire He Dana very much, but he did too many strange things that I couldn't understand at all. For example, he wouldn't let me enter the eighteen rooms. I could only enter after he died. I had no idea what secrets the eighteen rooms held, because He Dana was a person you could never see through.
No one expected that the director would commit suicide in the crematorium.
At the beginning, the manager did not go to work. This was unprecedented. The manager never missed work before, no matter what day it was. At worst, he would just come here for a walk before leaving. However, he did not go to work for three consecutive days.
This was everyone's fault. When we went to the director's house, there was no one there and the door was locked.
The manager divorced five years ago, and his wife took the children back to their hometown in Zhengzhou. His wife is not a local.
Everyone knows these to some extent.
I never expected that I would be the one to discover the director.
In the morgue of the crematorium, there is the only one with a door that opens to the back. It is called the Yin-Liu Door. There are many things to say about the architecture of the crematorium, namely Feng Shui. Of course, this Feng Shui is different from that of ordinary houses. It requires a special Feng Shui master, like the ghost raiser like Sergeant Lin. In fact, the Feng Shui he does is this kind of Feng Shui.
The buildings here look very normal to you, but in fact, many places are not visible. Just like this morgue, there is a door at the back that outsiders cannot see until you walk to the back.
The Yinfang has basically never been used. Master Yunzheng told me not to go there, but I have never been there. A corpse was left there once. As for what kind of person or what kind of thing could leave a dead body there, I don't know. Master Yunzheng didn't seem willing to mention it either. It's really something that is a bit hard to understand.
That day, I did not go home. Chi Qing said that we should have dinner together, but I was not in the mood. I did not go to He Dana's place either. Instead, I left the crematorium and walked around outside. After dark, I returned to the crematorium and smoked in the office, thinking about all kinds of things. Then I discovered a fatal problem, which was that I only felt at ease when I was in the crematorium. I didn't know why I had such a feeling. This was not something that scared me. No one would feel at ease and peaceful in the crematorium, but I could do it here.
I couldn't sleep in the middle of the night. I was reading a book, but I couldn't continue. Suddenly, I thought of the ghost room. It was very strange. The director was missing. Everyone in the crematorium knew about it and was talking about it. The police also came, but they still couldn't find him. No one would think of the ghost room.
I actually went to the underworld by some strange coincidence. The strange coincidence really exists. It does exist, otherwise there would be no such idiom. It seems that every idiom formed over thousands of years has the most real story behind it. I think this should be the case.
When I came out, the crematorium was dead silent. It was really extremely quiet. There were only two dim lights on, illuminating a small area.
I walked slowly towards the morgue. It was a road I was very familiar with. Every day I would push the dead bodies out of there and then put them in for refining.
However, I have never been to the back. The road to the back is overgrown with weeds, but some of the Artemisia had been trampled down, which means someone had been there during this period. At this time, I started to get nervous.
When I got to the back, I saw the door and my heart shuddered. The door was a little too strange. Half of the door was made of glass, but the upper part was in a semi-arch shape with the glass installed on it. It was a semi-arch door, but the lock on the door was not locked and there was no window.
There are no windows in the morgue. There is a story behind that. It is to prevent sunlight from coming in. When yin and yang interact, corpses will jump. When a corpse sees the sunlight, it will jump, just like we often say, the corpse will explode. That is true.
The padlock was hanging and covered with rust, and the key was on it, looking very new. It seemed that the key was carried by someone for a long time, so it was like this. In the moonlight, it was actually shining.
I stood there for a long time, listening to the sound, but there was no sound.
There is even a little ghost here, but ghosts all avoid it. It's a bit weird.
In the morgue, after midnight, you can hear a sound, a strange kind of mumbling sound, which is inaudible. Some people say that it is the ghost talking. I can understand ghost talk, but I can't understand the sound coming from here.
There was nothing in the dark room. Often this kind of dead silence is the most frightening. I hesitated whether to go in or not. Sweat broke out on my face. When I wanted to leave, the door actually opened little by little, very slowly. If you are not careful, you can hardly see this change. I saw this movement. My legs went weak for a moment, but I still stood still. I didn't move, and I didn't even dare to breathe.
The door stopped halfway open and nothing came out. I thought there would be something and prepared to run, but there was nothing, really nothing. I don't know how long I stood there. I even suspected that roots were growing under my feet.
I still moved, and walked slowly towards the door. It was an action that I couldn't control. At this moment, the most sensible way to play the game was to run, but I didn't.
I looked inside and it was pitch black. There must be something moving inside. I thought, there must be a hand pushing the door open, which means there is someone inside, but this person didn't come out. He knew there was someone outside and pushed the door open, which meant that he wanted me to come in. What did he want me to do
If I died here in the middle of the night, and the medical examiner came and said I was scared to death, there would be no other reason, but who would kill me? Maybe not for hatred, maybe just to have a closure, past and present lives, it's hard to say.
At this moment I was sober and knew that I could lose my life at any time. I had to leave here and absolutely could not go in.
I was just about to leave when I heard a cough from inside. Just one sound scared me so much that I jumped up and almost fell. I stabbed you, damn it, are you kidding me? You were teasing me inside, pushing the door open, and then coughing. You were trying to scare me to death.
I didn't move, I bent down and picked up a stone, and said, "Damn it, I'm going to smash you half to death with this stone."
I think that coughing sound was probably caused by not being able to hold it back.
I threw the stone in and ran away. I thought a speed of 180 miles per hour would be no problem. I rushed into the office, locked the door, sat there and lit a cigarette. I found that my hands were shaking. Master Yunzheng was right not to go there, but I went there anyway. I thought the result of this trip would not be that simple and would probably be endless.
I calmed myself down. After half an hour, there was no movement. I closed the curtains, spread out the quilt, lay down on the sofa and closed my eyes.
I was just feeling a little sleepy when a cough suddenly sounded, just once, very light. I tried to get up but failed and fell to the ground, with my head hitting the chair with a bang. I screamed in pain and covered my head without daring to move. Oh my god, the person in the dark room was actually right under my window.
I thought this would get me into trouble because I didn't listen to what the master told me. This was a mistake. The master told me on the first day that I must listen to what he said, otherwise I would get into trouble.
I squatted and walked to the window, then slowly stood up, got ready, opened the curtains and took a look. There was moonlight and dim light outside, so I could see clearly.
This required a lot of courage. My hands were shaking badly. I grabbed a corner of the curtain and slowly opened it. Then, I screamed, ran to the door, opened it, and rushed out. I was really stupid. I actually ran out of the door, where I would encounter that thing. I didn't care about it anymore and rushed out of the gate of the crematorium. I didn't even dare to look at the window. The old man guarding the door was probably stunned to death. I jumped over the gate. I couldn't even imagine how fast I was.
I ran out and looked back. The gatekeeper was standing there staring blankly. He would never know what had happened, and I don't think he could see clearly that it was me.
I ran to He Dana in a rage and quietly went into my room.
I didn't expect that the moment I opened the curtains, something was stuck tightly to the glass. It was flat and grey, and there seemed to be two small eyes on it. I couldn't figure out what it was, but it was definitely not a flattened face. A face wouldn't look like that.
In the morning, He Dana was drinking tea in the yard. When I came out of the room, he was startled.
"You kid, you didn't even tell me you were back."
"oh."
I didn't say anything. I wanted to tell you about this, but then I thought it would be better not to tell you because I didn't want other people to know about it.
When I went to work, Chi Qing was already here.
"Master, did you sleep here yesterday?"
I nodded and looked at the window. The curtains were pulled open by Chi Qing. Looking closely at the glass, there were marks on it, which meant that something was on it yesterday. When we walked towards the refining room, there were no footprints under the window.
When I arrived at the refining room and started the furnace, I went to push the corpse. I looked at the road leading to the back many times, but couldn't see anything. When I thought about what happened last night, my hair stood on end.
The corpse was pushed out and sent to the refining room.
"Chi Qing, come today and follow what I taught you before."
Chi Qing helped with everything smoothly. I didn't say anything and was smoking. The cigarette butt burned my hand and I jumped up.
"Master, are you worried?"
I shook my head.
"I'll treat you to lunch at noon. I've already told my father to prepare the food. My father is a chef, a national-level chef, working as a chef in a state-owned restaurant. He's taking a day off today."
"How can I feel good about that?"
"You are my master, so naturally I have to thank you."
Chi Qing was reborn into a different family.
After lunch, I took a shower, changed my clothes, and came in alone.
"Master Ke Zuo, right? I'm the new manager, my name is Mao Gang."
I know Mao Gang, but I have never met him. He was the deputy director of another crematorium. He was also a chemical engineer. The reason I know him was told to me by Master Yun Zheng. Once when he was cremating a corpse, there was a problem with the furnace. The new incineration equipment cost hundreds of thousands of dollars, and there was a problem with one of the systems, so he had to use his hands. He reached in and pulled it, and just like that, the skin on his entire hand was gone, but the equipment was saved. After he recovered from his injury, he became the deputy director. He always wore gloves on his right hand but not on his left.
I took a closer look at his right hand and said.
"Hello, Director."
After chatting for a while, he left, and Chi Qing and I went to her house. Chi Qing said to me on the way.
"I know this Mao Gang. He is a friend of my father. This person..."
Chi Qing said halfway and stopped talking. (To be continued)