I had never seen anything like this before and I broke out in a cold sweat. I stayed in the office and didn't dare to go out. I didn't have the courage.
I guess all the employees in the audience were stunned. The old lady walked to the farewell hall, picked up the microphone and spoke. There was no sound, but there were movements. She looked like a leader. This guy spoke for more than 20 minutes and then fell to the ground.
The entire crematorium was dead silent, but the director was somewhat reliable. He immediately called for help, asking the old lady's son and his family to send the old lady directly to the farewell cabinet in the farewell hall. Then he said goodbye immediately and sent the old lady to the refining room.
Things went smoothly afterwards and everything was over, but the employees in the field were a little nervous. This was too risky. Putting makeup on a dead person was like seeking death.
I came out of the crematorium without looking back. I got into the car, stepped on the gas and disappeared.
I had just rushed out from the intersection of the crematorium when a car came towards me. I slammed on the brakes and was about to get angry when I saw that the red car belonged to the female makeup artist, the woman who had just put makeup on the old lady. She got out and knocked on my window. I felt like she was a ghost.
"Master Ke, you may not know me, but I know you. Why didn't you stop me from doing this today?"
"You, how can I stop you from doing what you want? Besides, I don't know you and I have nothing to do with you."
"You should know what it means to put makeup on a dead person. I don't understand, but I know that something bad will happen to me. This is a very unlucky thing. I am a makeup artist for a living person, and I walked into the makeup room of a dead person."
"There is definitely an accident, it's just a minor one, I don't think it's a big deal, get the car out of the way, I have something to do."
"Master Ke, you can't leave because of what happened today. So, give me a call and I'll contact you in the evening, at the latest, but not overnight."
"I have nothing to do with you. If you have anything to do, go find the director."
"If they can do it, I'll find them."
"Are you ill?"
"Yes, I am sick, Master Ke, you are a kind person, you can't watch someone so young and beautiful like me disappear, right?"
"What are you talking about? I don't understand."
I don't want to get involved in such things. If there is any problem, I will go to the manager and he will naturally find a way. There are many people who understand this, not just me.
"Okay, Master Ke, I will look for you. Even if I die, I will look for you."
The woman got in the car and I drove home. The house was so quiet and deserted, with no one around.
Yunbai hasn't come for a while, and I still miss him. I sighed and wanted to go to Liu Shougui's place in the evening. However, I didn't go because I felt a little tired and I was pretty scared today.
There was a knock on the door, I opened it, it was the makeup artist, she pushed my door open and came in, sat on the sofa, staring at me, I admit, she is very pretty, but also very bold.
"I have no choice. It's not because of the money. I really have no choice. I can't not go, and I dare not not go."
I know that people in this world will feel helpless in many ways, and when they feel helpless, there is nothing they can do.
I didn't say anything and just listened to her.
"I know about this. If I stay overnight, something bad might happen to me. Master Ke, please help me. No matter what, you set the conditions."
It's really terrifying that a makeup artist in his twenties, who does makeup for brides, is actually doing makeup for dead people.
I picked up my phone and called Mao Xiaoli.
"Sister Mao, come over and have a drink with me."
"no problem."
I called the restaurant downstairs and asked them to send over six dishes, three bottles of white wine, and a box of beer. I don't have to drink all of it, otherwise I drink every day, so I'll keep some for myself.
The makeup artist stared at me.
I lit a cigarette and looked out the window. Things like this always happen by chance, and you can't prevent them. Are there any signs? Maybe, but who doesn't think about these things all day? It's useless to think about them. There are too many things that you can't think through.
Mao Xiaoli actually came wearing bright red. Oh my god, this old woman seems a little perverted, but I didn't dare to say it. When she saw the makeup artist, she was stunned and asked.
"Who? Your partner?"
“No.”
Mao Xiaoli glared at me, the makeup artist said.
"My name is Gosha, a makeup artist."
"oh."
Mao Xiaoli picked up a package, put it on the table and opened it.
It turned out to be a painting, messy and disorganized.
"I drew this when I was in school. It's my favorite picture. I've kept it. I'm giving it to you."
Mao Xiaoli glanced at the wall. Originally hanging on the wall was an artistic photo of her mother. She ran away, so I took it down. Mao Xiaoli hung it up again and looked at it for a long time and said.
“I’m such a genius.”
There are also people who praise themselves in this way. I can't tell what it is at all. It's like paint was spilled all over it, or even sprinkled it but it wasn't spilled well.
While drinking, Mao Xiaoli asked me what was the matter, and I glanced at Ge Xia.
"My name is Gosha."
"I'm not too old to remember things."
Ge Xia was a little embarrassed. She started to talk about what happened today. After Mao Xiaoli finished listening, she was stunned and actually stood up.
"You are so brave, and you accepted the red envelope. You are so brave, I don't dare to do that."
"I can't help it."
Gosha actually cried.
"Sister Mao, is there any solution?"
"Me? I can't help it. I've never encountered anything like this."
I looked at Gosha and said.
"How do you know it's going to happen? Maybe it's nothing at all."
"Someone told me that day."
"Maybe to scare you."
"No, I believe it, because I came out in makeup and something happened. I saw something in the rearview mirror smiling at me weirdly."
I didn't say anything. I had no way. Mao Xiaoli had a way. Maybe other people were unwilling to help. No one wanted to get involved in this matter. It was like playing with ghosts. If you don't play well, you will be played by the ghosts. What ghosts are smart and ghost ways? These all show the clever ways of ghosts. People usually can't beat them.
"Ugly ghost."
Mao Xiaoli mentioned it once and didn’t say anything further.
They drank until midnight that day and Mao Xiaoli left, but Ge Xia didn't want to leave.
"That won't work. I'm a single man."
"I'm really scared. I don't dare to be alone at home. I'll just stay on the sofa. Is that okay? I beg you."
Mao Xiaoli left, not caring about the whole thing. I shook my head and asked her to stay and live in my room while I lived in my father's room.
When I get up in the morning and go to work, Gosha follows me.
"I'm going to work at the crematorium, and you still want to follow me?"
"What should I do then?"
"Wait for me here. I'll be back at noon and take you to see someone."
I was very angry. Things that had nothing to do with me were brought upon me. That's how things are in the world. Things that seem unrelated will become connected to you. A connection that you can't get rid of is really troublesome. Things you can't expect will happen.
I arrived at the crematorium and entered the director's office. Ren Qiang had a face as droopy as a donkey's, but his face was covered with bruises and he didn't even know it. I could tell at a glance.
I called the director to the corridor.
"How could I do that? She's just a girl in her twenties with so many bright futures ahead of her. You're harming her and giving her red envelopes. You should at least give her black envelopes!"
"I don't understand."
"You will get your comeuppance, old man. This is a crematorium. Ghosts don't recognize your relatives."
I left after I finished speaking. I found that the manager was really not a good person. He just stared at me blankly and walked away.
I went into the dressing room and started putting on makeup, normal makeup, I didn't touch anything, even though I was impulsive, I could still hold myself back.
I was busy until noon, and the manager came to greet me when he saw me come out.
"Ten years at noon, what I promised you."
"I'm sorry, I don't have a mouth."
I'm leaving. I don't like the current director. As for what happens, I won't harm others for something. People's kindness may change at some point. The reason for the change is to give myself an excuse. I have no choice. If I don't do this, others will do it. If you think so, I won't do it, and no one will do it. It's just an excuse for myself to change.
When he got back, Ge Xia's eyes were bloodshot, which was not a good thing.
"Okay, follow me now."
We got in the car and headed for the urn. When Old Liu saw Ge Xia, he was not happy. I knew what that meant. I told him about this. Old Liu said.
"It's a bit over the top."
Old Liu glanced at Gexia and said.
"My eyes became bloodshot, and gradually they turned red. Everything I looked at turned red, and I didn't know what would happen next."
"What should I do?"
Gosha cried again. It was normal for a girl to cry when such a thing happened to her. Girls outside were not as brave as those girls in the crematorium. Or maybe they were braver and had been trained to do this.
Old Liu glanced at me and pulled me outside.
"How did you get into this?"
"It has nothing to do with me, but she just believes that I can help her, and she pesters me, saying that she will pester me even if she dies. It has nothing to do with me."
"It's nothing. There must be some connection in one of their past lives. Either they were lovers or they had other affairs. Anyway, there is some cause and effect, but it's not big, nor is it small. There is a way to deal with this. On the thirteenth floor, there are seven ownerless urns. One of them is on the east side, where the ashes are. Open it, take out a handful of ashes, and then put them in this black bag. Let the girl hang it around her neck every day. After thirteen days, return it to me. Don't lose it, otherwise that dead ghost will torture me to death. No ghost in this urn can be provoked. They have been resentful for many years, but no relatives come to claim them, so they are left here alone."
“Does it work?”
"This is the simplest and most effective method. Of course, not just any ashes will do. I won't tell you what kind of ashes these are."
I had no choice but to go in, climb up to the thirteenth floor of the tower, and found the urn. The photo on it was no longer clear, it was black, and there were even a few black spots left on it.
I opened it, reached in, touched a handful of ashes, put them in the bag, and went downstairs.
We gave this to Gosha without telling her what it was. She looked at us doubtfully.
"This will definitely not kill you, but you will lose something. It's not big, but it won't be too small either. So, you must send it back to me in thirteen days. If I can solve this problem, then I will. If I can't, don't blame me. You are lucky to be alive. Don't play with your life and make money in the future."
Gosha and I went back, and I went home by myself. I turned on the TV and drank beer one after another. It seemed that I had gotten used to this kind of life. I felt that being alone was also beautiful. No one had to care about me or bother me. At most, I felt a little lonely.
It was the middle of the night, and just as I was about to fall asleep, there was a loud knock on the door.
"I stabbed your uncle, is it haunted?"
I opened the door and saw two men standing outside. They were from downstairs and I knew them.
"Two brothers, would you like some beer?"
"Drink your ass, what are you doing? Damn it, are you going to tear down the house?"
I was stunned at that time. The TV volume was not loud and I didn’t make any loud noise.
Seeing that I was stunned, they came in, looked at me, and then looked at me and said.
"You're playing with us?"
I was also stupid. (To be continued)