The two of us came out of the dressing room and stood in the yard of the crematorium, and the family members came over.
Liu Shougui told the family members about the trouble and they were all shocked. They didn't believe such a thing. How could it be possible
"It really happened. His clothes were still in the dead man's hands."
The family members want to see it, Liu Shougui looked at me and said.
"When you go in, don't talk, and don't open the door to the dressing room. We'll open it. We don't want to cause any trouble. You can't get close, you can only take a look at the door."
When the family members saw this, they covered their mouths. They didn’t expect this to happen.
They came out and asked Liu Shougui.
"How could this happen? What should I do?"
"This old corpse, which has been there for more than four years, is in such a state that it is unacceptable. How did the person die?"
"He was stabbed to death. No one knows where the knife came from. He died in the middle of the river, on the ice. Someone stabbed him. But the strange thing is, no one has been found, where the knife came from, or who stabbed him."
"Then why did you practice it?"
"Rest in peace. It's been more than four years."
"I'm unwilling to accept this. So, go home and grab some rice. Any rice will do. It's from my own home."
The family members went home to get rice, said Liu Shougui.
"Give him a bite of home-cooked food and he will accept his fate. There's really nothing we can do about it."
I also shook my head. There were too many bizarre cases like this, and there was really no way to solve them. The technical means available at that time were not enough.
He took the rice back, went in, and stuffed the rice into his hand. After a while, his hand loosened and Liu Shougui put his hand under the shroud.
“Let’s get started!”
The makeup I put on that day made me feel so scared that I was afraid that the hand would come out and grab me again.
That day, we returned home in the middle of the night, and Liu Shougui stayed at my place.
When I got up in the morning, I sent him home. Liu Yang took a rest and then came to the city.
That day Liu Yang mentioned his mother, the woman who worked in Liu Shougui's cold storage.
"I tried to persuade my father to bury my mother, but he refused to listen and said she was not dead and could survive."
"Just follow him. This is not a light matter, and there is nothing we can do about it."
Liu Shougui is a very stubborn person and no one can change his mind.
If the fresh corpse is kept like this, it will turn into a zombie. Of course, Liu Shougui understands this and has a way to deal with it.
I went to my father's grave to see him. Thinking about his life in the crematorium, the last big thing that happened was so weird.
My father left behind several diaries, but I didn't read any of them. They were all about the crematorium. There was also one that recorded me. It was sad to read, but there was no record of the big event that happened in my father's last days. Maybe he didn't have time to read it!
However, I have heard some things one after another, and pieced them together bit by bit. It is not complete yet, and some things are still not coherent.
After returning from my father’s grave, Liu Yang mentioned marriage. I thought it was time to get married. I was lucky to meet Liu Yang.
I didn't expect that Yun Bai came and saw that Liu Yang was not very happy. She sat on the sofa and looked at Liu Yang again and again, which made Liu Yang a little nervous.
"What can I do for you?"
"I want to come back."
I didn't say anything. I didn't know what Yun Bai was thinking.
"I smell like death."
"Are you still blaming me? I am not responsible for your father's death. It is not my responsibility."
"I didn't say I blame you, but do you think we can get along well if we come back again?"
"At least you can go home and have a hot meal."
"No need, Liu Yang and I have decided to get married on May Day."
"no."
The mother said it so quickly without even hesitating.
"This is between Liu Yang and me. It has nothing to do with you. You can't make the decision."
"If I say no, then it's no, because you two are not compatible."
My mother plays this, too.
"My business."
My mother left, she was very angry, and I was also very angry.
"Don't listen to her nonsense, it's okay."
Liu Yang didn't look very good.
I was at work, alone in the dressing room, I lit a cigarette, the dressing bed was empty, I sat on the chair and thought, one day I will also lie here, who will do my makeup? I don't know.
Mao Xiaoli pushed the door open, looked at me and said.
"What are you doing? You're not working."
"Today is short, no rush."
"When you're done, call Liu Yang and go to the Red Mansion for dinner. I'll tell you something."
Mao Xiaoli is gone, she could have called me, but she actually came in person.
When I was putting on makeup, I didn't expect to have a birthmark on my face. Most of my face was covered with it. I was a woman in her thirties, and I was pretty good-looking.
This birthmark is also called a ghost mark. When the girl was born, she was pinched by a little ghost. Then she met a naughty ghost, who played a trick on her.
When I was applying the foundation, I couldn't have these strange marks. I had to deal with them at the end. I had to fade them and make them invisible. This makeup took me more than two hours.
I called Liu Yang at noon and went to the Red Building.
Mao Xiaoli was already there.
"Hello, Miss Mao."
When we were ordering food and eating, Mao Xiaoli glanced at me and said.
"A corpse will come out of the old morgue in the middle of the night. Don't go to the crematorium in the middle of the night. No matter what happens, the old corpse will be hidden somewhere. Remember this."
"Why is this happening?"
"I went to the crematorium yesterday and felt it. The old corpse was about to leave. Someone was driving the corpse, and it seemed that he wanted to achieve some purpose. There are people in the crematorium who can drive corpses, and it seems that they are going to do something. If you encounter it during the day, just pretend you don't know."
“Isn’t this too evil?”
"That can't be helped. If someone feels unfair, they will use various methods to achieve fairness. This is also a very normal thing. Everyone has their own methods. We in the crematorium are like this."
In fact, everyone has his or her own purpose, but the means used are different.
After I sent Liu Yang back that day, I went to see Liu Shougui and everything was fine.
The next day I rested and stayed at home. I didn't want to go anywhere. I read the book by Monk Xinkong. I had read that book for a long time and many times. It is really a book that cannot be explained by science.
In the afternoon, He Dana came and asked me why Monk Xinkong had disappeared. He had gone there several times but never saw him.
"He's been dead for a long time."
He Dana was shocked.
"How did you know that?"
I said it, and He Dana glared at me.
"You didn't even tell me. Your heart is so empty. You didn't tell anyone when you died. It seems your heart is really empty."
He Dana was a little sad, after all, he lost a friend.
That day I mentioned the old corpse's journey, He Dana said.
"Just pretend you know nothing and saw nothing. He might talk to you, but you just pretend you can't hear him."
"say?"
"He will mingle with the family members of the deceased. As for who drove the corpse and what he will do, you can just watch when the time comes. Don't say anything, don't ask, and don't try to stop him."
This is really strange. When I was at work, I looked out from the dressing room from time to time, and I really saw a person. That person was stiff, mixed in with the family members of the deceased.
It was an old corpse, I could tell, and I stopped what I was doing and looked.
The director came out and tried to pass through the crowd into the refining room. However, just as the director walked into the middle of the crowd, the old corpse suddenly raised his hand, patted the director, and turned back to the old corpse room.
The director stood there motionless. After the old corpse disappeared, he fell down all of a sudden. There was chaos all of a sudden. Someone ran over and tried to pull the director up, but failed. 10 came, took a look, and didn't tell them that the man was dead. After I finished my work, the director's wife and daughter came and howled.
I didn't expect that this matter would be blamed on the director.
What on earth was the reason that the manager was killed? This hand is too dark. Who in the field did it? I dare not speculate or analyze it randomly. This is not a good thing.
The director died of a heart attack, this is a medical matter. The fact is that he died because of the negative energy and the negative poison entered his body. There is no such branch of medicine, so the negative poison cannot be detected.
The director was put in the Changqing Hall. It seemed that everything that happened was too weird.
In the evening, Mao Xiaoli called me and asked me if anything happened in the venue. I said the director had died, and she didn't say anything for a long time.
I don't know how the manager could have offended someone so badly. This was something I never expected.
After the director was fired, a new female director came in. She was in her thirties and came from the bureau. Her name was Li Feng. She had shoulder-length hair and was quite pretty.
When she came, she held a meeting for the whole venue, and then booked a full-day shift. Even after finishing the work, she had to stay in the venue to do cleaning and learn technology. This made everyone unhappy. This job itself was uncomfortable, and they had to stay in the venue all day long, and there was no such thing as shift work.
I was sitting in the office smoking when Li Feng came in.
"Ke Zuo, right? Don't smoke in the office anymore."
“This is my office.”
"I have the final say."
Li Feng is very domineering. I don't think he can stay here for long.
Li Feng didn't care about that. He looked everywhere, accompanied by the office director, to the refining room, the morgue, the old corpse room, and the urn.
The most unexpected thing was that Li Feng actually organized a makeup competition in which makeup artists from all the crematoriums in the city had to participate, right in our crematorium.
I think this is a bit unreliable, what with training for a hundred days and having superb skills, it's all nonsense.
I didn't want to participate at all, but I couldn't because I had to put on makeup as a makeup artist.
And, the most absolute thing is, this competition was held in a large conference room, and they actually used real corpses. My situation was a little bit in danger. And the first place winner was awarded 10,000 yuan. I was a little upset and made a big fuss.
Li Feng doesn't like me. I can tell from the look in his eyes.
There were nearly a hundred makeup artists in the conference room that day. I sat in the corner, watching Li Feng's passionate speech. Then the bodies were pushed in, ten bodies. This was disrespectful to the dead, and it was tormenting the dead. It was a bit risky.
I was in the last group and the last one. The average makeup took more than 40 minutes, while the quick ones took half an hour.
I looked at the different makeup artists and it was really interesting.
Mao Xiaoli was actually there as well, serving as a judge, which I found quite interesting.
Mao Xiaoli walked over and sat down next to me and spoke in a low voice.
“This is a chance to become famous.”
"I feel like something's going to happen."
Mao Xiaoli smiled strangely, she had already seen through it, the refiner who pushed the corpse pushed a black corpse, a black corpse means an ownerless corpse, the resentment was quite great, I didn't say anything and sat at the door, I knew something was bound to happen.
Sure enough, in the second round, the black corpse suddenly jumped up and stood there. The makeup artist screamed and everyone was terrified.
I never expected that Li Feng would come over, pick up the black corpse and put it on the dressing bed.
"What's so scary about a dead person?"
I admire this woman's courage, she's such a man.
I left secretly and did not participate in the competition. I went home to watch TV. Mao Xiaoli called me and said that Director Li got angry and said that if I didn't come, I would not have to come to work tomorrow and would be fired.
"Okay, I won't go to work. I'm tired too."
I don't want to go to work anymore. I'm really tired of working in the crematorium. I don't want to go. Besides, Li Feng, can you fire me if you say so? I won't participate in the competition. I don't want to. I'm not forced to participate in the competition.
The next day, I didn't go to work. Anyway, I was fired. Li Feng called me and told me.
"You don't need to challenge me. You are just good at making up. What's so great about that? That's just making up for the dead."
"Don't talk nonsense, are you going to fire me or not?"
"You don't have to come."
Li Feng really fired me, and it was written in black and white. This is really interesting.
I didn't go to work, and when my father asked me about it, I told him directly.
"Well, find another job. That place isn't a good place either. How many things have happened there over the years? I don't think many people have a good ending in the crematorium."
In fact, I am a little reluctant to leave the crematorium. (To be continued)