I didn't see how I got back, and He Dana just shouted, and his voice was off-key. He Dana was scared, so how could I not be scared? I almost threw He Dana away.
I ran out of the door at that speed, threw him into the wheelchair, and ran with the chair. When I got home, I found that one of the wheels was broken. I was sweating all over. It took He Dana a long time to speak.
"Damn it, this idiot is plotting against me. He knows I will go there after he dies."
I was stunned. It seemed that He Dana had a grudge against the director for sure, otherwise they would quarrel and fight whenever they met. Everyone in the place knew about it. After the director disappeared, there was even talk that He Dana had killed the director and hid him. The police even went to investigate him.
"What's going on?"
"Let's not talk about it for now. Don't tell the police about the director's death. I'll think of a solution."
I just can’t figure out what kind of grudge He Dana has with the director.
I was sleeping at He Dana's place. In the middle of the night, I heard a cough. It was the director's. I recognized it. It was a familiar cough.
I got up and went into He Dana's room. He was sitting in a chair drinking.
"A cough."
"I heard you, Captain."
I was stunned that he could actually hear it.
"It's not surprising. It's the same sound as a person talking."
He Dana actually has this ability. This requires training. Like the security guard, one has to listen for a long time before one can hear it.
"He's here to see you."
"No, he came to see you."
I shivered.
"I have no grudge against him."
"He has to find you first, because he chose to die upside down. He doesn't want to have another life. Living is too tiring. He wants to change his reincarnation. Of course, he needs someone to turn him upside down and put him down. You are the only one who can do that. If someone else puts him down, he might not have any other reincarnations. His disappearance is a complete message. He will no longer exist in any world. He won't do that. No one wants to disappear completely and utterly."
"What if I don't do it?"
"He will stay in the crematorium for a hundred years, and he will haunt you for the next hundred years."
I'll go.
"So what should I do?"
"Go to the Yin room, put the body down, and then face west. Don't worry about the rest. He won't look for you anymore."
"What about you?"
"I'll talk about my business tomorrow."
The next day when I went to work, He Dana was sitting in the yard, thinking about something. He didn't even notice when I walked out.
Entering the dressing room, Chi Qing placed a pot of flowers on the windowsill. The flowers were small and pink.
“The flowers are pretty.”
"Um."
Chi Qing is a little shy.
"Your mother seemed a little unhappy that day."
"Yes, I am not happy."
"Why?"
"I said I fell in love with you, but you have a family, a wife, and children. But I told her about Yun Bai and your situation."
I know that this is how reincarnation is, we come here for love.
"I don't think we are suitable. You are not married, and I can't get divorced."
"I don't care. It's enough for us to be together. I don't need any status."
I didn't want to say anything more, so I stood up and went into the refining room.
The stove was lit, and the dead body was pushed in and put into the stove. The sound of the burning corpse would make you addicted, just like taking drugs. I sat there and listened quietly. That sound was a spiritual thing.
I suddenly had an urge, what was that
I don’t know how to write music, but I can learn.
When I went to push the corpse, I entered the dark room at the back, put the director's body down, and then turned my head to the west. The strangest thing was that after so many days, the director's body had not rotted. This was definitely a strange thing.
I did this in four minutes and no one noticed.
After get off work that day, I didn't go to He Dana's place. I went home and asked my father to introduce me to someone who knew music. My father was a little famous in the cultural circle. He didn't ask me what I wanted to do, but directly gave me an address and asked me to find him.
I went there and found the man in the old district. He was in his sixties and a musician. I explained my purpose and he was very happy.
From that day on, I learned to compose music. I seemed to be very psychic. After only one week, I stopped going there. I had mastered it. I didn't need to learn his stuff. Instead, I wanted to write a song that sounded like the sound of burning a corpse.
I went to He Dana's place in the evening, and he told me to go to the director's house at two o'clock in the morning.
At two o'clock in the middle of the night, He Dana came into my room by himself. It seemed that he had borrowed my legs.
I followed He Dana into the director's house, still the same room. This time I could see clearly. Facing the door was a painting. In the painting, the director was holding a knife and stabbing it into He Dana's stomach. Blood was flowing like a river, and the director was smiling strangely.
“It’s just a picture.”
"What do you know? The blood on it is real. It's the blood of the director. When blood is used on a painting, it always leads to disasters and murders. In history, many paintings were covered with blood, and there were many lives on them. When blood becomes a painting, it forms a fact."
"What should we do then?"
"Just watch and don't move."
We went in and closed the door. This room had north and south kangs, but the furnishings were not the same. The strangest thing was that there was a cabinet on the south kang, which looked strange.
"Don't look at it, don't move, it's a coffin."
Damn it, there’s a coffin on the kang, but it doesn’t look like a coffin at all
"It doesn't look like one, but it is a coffin. I grow coffins, but you don't understand."
He Dana stared at the painting. On the north pit was a tea table with tea sets on it.
"Boy, you are really good at this."
He Dana put down the bag he was carrying, took out a pen and a small box from it, opened the small box, and I saw He Dana's sinister smile. Really, it was the first time I saw it.
Everyone has two sides, but the other side is hidden and will not be seen by others.
"The director's body has not decayed."
"In person, he can do it, and so can you."
The paint in He Dana's small box felt a bit strange, with a weird smell, and the color was unrecognizable. With the light on, He Dana dotted some with a pen and put some on the painting.
"Boy, you didn't expect me to do this, did you?"
As soon as He Dana finished speaking, someone knocked on the glass. I was so scared that I shivered. He Dana was also stunned, then looked at the window, but there was no one.
"Boy, that's all you've got, knocking is useless."
I understood what I said, Director.
He Dana smiled fiercely and pointed at the manager's head, then packed up his things and left.
I followed him back and He Dana was happy.
The next day, Chi Qing actually came to see me. It was past nine o'clock. It was a day off today, and He Dana didn't let her in, so I went out.
"Master, please go to the field. The body of the field director has been found."
"How did you find it?"
"The stink of a corpse, the smell of decay."
I was stunned and followed him to the field. The body was in the morgue, in the front. Mao Gang asked me to go and take a look.
The corpse was indeed rotten to a frightening degree, and I knew it was He Dana's money.
"It's suicide, confirmed. You come and refine it tomorrow!"
I thought about it, it's okay for the manager to give me tea, but when I think about Ge Zhu's matter, it feels a bit awkward.
"Find someone else!"
Mao Gang hesitated for a moment and said.
"Okay."
Chi Qing and I went to a restaurant, Dalai Restaurant, and just as we sat down, Chi Qing's father came out. He was actually the chef at Dalai, no wonder. He came over, glanced at me and said, "
"Over there."
He pointed.
Chi Qing and I went over and pushed the door open. There were several rooms inside. I knew that these rooms were prepared for leaders and people like us were not allowed to enter. We entered a room and sat down. There were not many dishes, just four, and two bottles of wine.
Chi Qing's father came in, having changed his clothes.
"Master Ke, these four dishes are my specialties. Let's have a drink today, brothers."
I understood it immediately. If we were talking about buddies, then Chi Qing...
"You are also a smart person. I never cook or serve these four dishes together. This is our rule. I am making an exception today."
I nodded, Chi Qing said.
"Dad, isn't this a bad idea?"
"Just shut up. I'll indulge you in other things, but not this."
Chi Qing ran away crying.
I drank that day and fell asleep as soon as I got home.
I woke up in the morning with a severe headache, but still went to the field. Today was not my shift, but today was the day for the field director to refine, and I felt something was not right if I didn't go.
As soon as I entered the yard, Mao Gang came running over in a hurry.
"Master Ke, hurry up and come to my office."
I'll go in, he said.
"I won't be polite today. The old manager is refining today and has done his makeup, but he can't move it. There is an empty furnace waiting. What do you think is going on?"
I have never encountered this before and I am afraid. I can't move it? What does it mean
"It would take two people to lift the body."
I find it strange and impossible. A dead person is much heavier than a living person, but not so heavy that it cannot be moved. It's just over a hundred pounds.
When I entered the morgue, I saw two little ghosts pressing on the director, smiling at me. There is a saying about being pressed down by a ghost. I heard it from He Dana.
"I won't refine it today, I'll refine it tomorrow."
I turned around and left. I have to ask He Dana not to mess around easily.
He Dana is still fishing, and his condition is showing signs of worsening.
I squatted aside and looked at the fish and told He Dana about this.
"Hey, this kid still has something on his mind."
"What?"
"He has something else, that secret. He must tell it to someone and let it go before he can leave. One must die cleanly."
"What's the point of talking about death?"
"Maybe it will appear in your dream today, because I know that at the crematorium, the director only gives you tea."
I was shocked and thought, what the hell, are you kidding me
That night, as expected, I had a dream. I dreamed of the director. The tea was very fragrant. He told me a secret that I could never imagine. When I woke up, there was a cup of steaming tea on the table. The aroma of tea filled the air. I was stunned. It was tea brewed by a ghost.
Ghosts sometimes do things. Sometimes you can't find something in your house, and when you don't want to look for it anymore, it appears. That's a ghost moving things. In fact, this situation sometimes happens. You put something in a place, and it's absolutely correct, but you can't find it. When you find it, you think you put it in the wrong place. It can only be like this, and there will be no other thoughts. You also suspect that your memory has deteriorated, but it's not the case.
I took a sip of the tea. Although it had a fragrance, it tasted like plain water. I picked it up and poured the tea out of the window.
When I think about that dream, I sweat a lot. That secret makes me feel like I am on the verge of death. (To be continued)