When I came back from Liu Shougui's house, such a strange thing happened. I simply couldn't understand it. I never expected such a thing to happen.
The big cold storage of Liu Shougui’s wife should be called a cold storage, there is no freezer that big, so what happened
I don't know, about Xiao Taohong, about that it, about his wife, everything is like a mystery that I can't solve. I didn't expect that Liu Shougui would have such a strange thing and such a complicated life. If I had experienced such a life, maybe I wouldn't be able to hold on until now. If a person does not have strong nerves, it is probably not an easy thing to survive in this world.
The next day when I went to work and put on makeup, I did not use Liu Shougui's ghost makeup again. At least I wanted to see what would happen tomorrow if I used this ghost makeup.
I am also afraid of something going wrong. Maybe Mao Xiaoli is right. I can't use it for the time being. Even though it is beautiful, beautiful things are always poisonous. Mao Xiaoli always says this.
When I went to the columbarium again, Liu Shougui was already inside. He told me that he would never stay in the columbarium for more than a day, but would go home to see his wife once a month, and the time was only for thirty minutes, never more than that. As for why, sometimes, Liu Shougui would not tell me.
That day, he didn't mention his wife, but he mentioned Xiao Taohong.
"I smashed the mirror, and Xiao Taohong committed suicide. She destroyed her face. She scratched her face with glass, the glass of the mirror, thirteen times. All of them were deep, long cuts. I didn't expect this to happen. Then she jumped off the building, from the third floor of the theater troupe. I went over to see, and I closed my eyes. Maybe I harmed her. I shouldn't have put makeup on her in the mirror. But I don't understand how she got into the mirror. Only a ghost could get in, or she must have been pulled in by a ghost. If she was pulled in, then in reality, there shouldn't be a Xiao Taohong. This is what I don't understand."
Liu Shougui was drinking tea and looking outside the door. Suddenly, it flashed by again. I guess I came here too many times, and it seemed a little unhappy.
“I saw it.”
"Don't worry about it. It has been with me for too many days. Let it have some fun."
I felt uneasy. What on earth was that thing that looked like a human but wasn't a human
"Xiao Taohong died. Unexpectedly, the director of the county drama troupe and the director came here. No one wanted to come to this columbarium, especially the director, who said it was unlucky. When the columbarium was built so high, it had a great influence in the city for a while. It was praised for reducing the land occupation. But a few years later, the columbarium was suddenly no longer used because of an accident."
Something went wrong? I don't know what it was. Such a large project, in that era, was undoubtedly as grand as the Oriental Pearl Tower in Shanghai. How big a problem would it have to be for it to be abandoned
"It's a bit strange to say that this happened. I was already in the urn that year, and I also knew that my fate was changing with the tower. After the tower was built, I kept getting into trouble. From the city crematorium to the Lai Chi County crematorium, and then I came here to guard the tower. It seemed that I came here for this tower. I was unwilling to accept it. After I figured it out, I felt relieved. I actually liked this place. Talking about what happened that year, it really scared me. I lived here at the time. Except for the ashes delivered during the day, the rest of the time was quiet. Who knew that one day that year One day, there was a sudden singing here. It happened every night. I knew something bad was going to happen. It was like drinking, singing and dancing. The tower was bright. It was the dark light. I knew that, but I couldn't figure out why it was like this. I was so panicked. The director and the leader came to see me twice, both during the day. Such things only happen at night. They didn't dare to come. The director ordered me not to leave at any time. I know that the director didn't respect me. The reason was not because of me, but because of my appearance. This is what I think. If you are ugly, everything will be difficult and everything will be difficult to do!"
Liu Shougui shook his head and suddenly sang a dramatic song. I was shocked. I thought he was going to sing a few words, but he stopped abruptly. It almost killed me. I couldn't stand it.
"Well, let's not talk about this. Let's talk about the Ye Ge incident. It lasted for seven days non-stop, and then urns started to be lost. I would go up the tower every day and walk around. Although there were thousands of urns, they were all like my friends. I could feel when one was missing, and then I would find out that maybe I was destined to look at urns. I found out and told the director, who asked the director to come. An urn was indeed lost, and the director blamed me, saying that I didn't keep a close eye on it. In fact, no one came in here. I live here. There is no other entrance except this one. Look at the small hole in the tower. Can it be used? Unless it's a ghost."
Liu Shougui rolled me a cigarette. I took a puff and almost choked.
"Hahaha, I forgot to tell you, this is Ha Morai, go ahead, you should smoke against the wall."
Unexpectedly, Liu Shougui is also quite humorous.
Liu Shougui didn’t continue talking that day. It was already midnight, so I went home.
The next day I was resting and wanted to have a good rest. In the evening I went to Liu Shougui's place again. The manager sent the director to find me and said that there was a makeup job for me to do.
I don't need to ask, it must be from a certain background. It's an honor to be called out here, and it's an affirmation of you, but I don't want to. I don't like to be in the spotlight like this.
I followed the director to the crematorium, and to my surprise, Ren Qiang was sitting opposite the director, at the newly moved-in desk.
"Oh, Xiaozhe, this is my assistant."
I ignored him, sat down and lit a cigarette.
“No smoking in the office.”
This guy Ren Qiang actually said this to me.
"Get lost."
Ren Qiang jumped up with his face flushed red. The manager came over, pulled me out and went into the director's office.
"Don't bother with that guy. He will leave in a few days. We can't afford to offend him. Something bad will happen sooner or later."
“Who do you do makeup for?”
"I don't need to explain this, you'll know it for yourself. Just put on your makeup and don't ask about other people's business. Hahaha, I'll treat you to a meal after that. How about ten years? The standard is two thousand dollars for a table."
"That's fine. Just for this, I'll do it well, ghost makeup."
I was a little too cocky.
"What kind of makeup?"
"I was just talking nonsense. It's just makeup. Isn't putting makeup on a dead person just ghost makeup?"
"right."
That day I suddenly couldn't control my excitement, not because of makeup, but because I suddenly couldn't control the urge to put on ghost makeup. I couldn't control the urge to put on makeup. It was so strange, like it was poisonous.
I entered the dressing room and the deceased was already on the dressing bed. For a job like this, everything is prepared for you. You just finish your makeup and leave, and you don't have to worry about anything.
I sat down and lit a cigarette, then slowly moved around and locked the door.
When we lifted the shroud, we found an old lady in her sixties. From her appearance, we could tell that she came from a well-off family, or had some status in her family. This was the result of her long-term upbringing. But I found a problem: she was not wearing mourning clothes, which was unlucky for a makeup artist. I reached out to touch the deceased's hand, but there was no trip rope. I touched her feet, but the same thing happened. This was not a job I could do. Are they setting me up
I opened the door, went out, and called the manager.
The director and the supervisor came over, and it seemed that they took this matter very seriously.
"What's wrong, Xiaozhe?"
"Not only am I not wearing mourning clothes, I am not even stumbling."
They also know what stumbling means.
"See if you can..."
"This is the work of the Yin, of course I can do it, but the family of the deceased won't be too particular, right? Don't let me beat you half to death or cripple you if you don't want to."
This kind of thing has happened before. A makeup artist's leg was broken and he retired due to illness. When the family members of the deceased were grieving, their minds were blank. Apart from impulse, there seemed to be nothing else. It is understandable that such a thing happened, but don't be too cruel. We are not beasts.
"I'll communicate with the family."
I entered the dressing room, lifted a corner of the curtain, and saw the director and the chief jogging to the waiting room. There was a high-end place in the waiting room, which was prepared for certain people. Needless to say, it was obvious that this person was of no ordinary origin.
There is no tripping. When you are putting on makeup, the deceased's hand may rise up and grab a certain part of your body, which may cause problems. This has happened before.
The manager and director ran back and the manager told me.
"No, you can only apply makeup like this and refine it like this. Don't move anything. And the makeup must be for a living person, not a dead person."
When I heard this, I thought, isn't this nonsense? If you want to do makeup for a living person, then you can find a makeup artist who can do makeup for a living person. I can do makeup for a dead person.
"I can't do this. I only make up dead people, not living people."
I returned to the office carrying my makeup case, and the manager asked the director to drive out. He came back after ten minutes or so. A man got out of the car, carrying a makeup case. It was different from our refiners', the shiny kind. Our makeup artists' cases were always black, pitch black.
It was a female makeup artist, not very old, who went into the dressing room with the manager and the director. I thought, today I'm here to see the fun, there are really brave people in this world.
I'm not the only one watching this. The makeup artist on duty today is also watching. Something is bound to happen in some corner.
There is no way to avoid something like this. I was having so much fun that I wanted to tell someone, but I didn't know who to tell. I didn't know whether I should be happy or in what other mood.
Unexpectedly, Ren Qiang came out of the waiting room, accompanied by a few people. In fact, there was a person walking in the middle, wearing mourning and looking arrogant. Ren Qiang was performing like a clown, gesturing, pointing, and talking about something. It seemed that he was saying something. In the crematorium, you must never point and point. There are too many ghosts that you cannot see. If you point at a ghost, the ghost will think you are calling a ghost. The ghost that likes you will follow you, enter your home, and play with you. It is not that difficult to ask the ghost to leave. It is easy to invite gods but difficult to send them away. It is easy to call in ghosts but difficult to send them away.
I saw Ren Qiang click on a green ghost, a green ghost whose face was half gone in a car accident. I wanted to laugh, this idiot, he is in trouble this time.
In the dressing room, the manager, director and makeup artist were busy. About an hour and a half later, they came out and the makeup artist took the money, which turned out to be a red envelope. This was simply too much. The makeup artist took the red envelope, got in the car and drove away. I thought, this is really interesting.
The director and the chief were talking to the man when the old lady came out. Oh my god, it was so exciting. The relatives outside and the relatives of the other deceased did not think there was anything unusual, but the relatives of the old lady were all dumbfounded. They looked at it and were shocked. The director, the chief, and the man were all dumbfounded. Then we heard a shout, and two or three hundred relatives ran out. Those who didn't know what was going on were also a little shocked. Why were they running? (To be continued)