Liu Shougui didn't say anything, he didn't want to say anything.
"But I have one thing, Yunbai, why is my mother's photo in the rich family?"
"It's complicated. Yun Bai has a relationship with the eldest son of the rich family, but I don't know how. This time, it was the eldest son of the rich family who wanted me to die. He asked Yun Bai to do it. He didn't have the ability to do it. But why Yun Bai listened to the eldest son of the rich family so much, I don't understand. But your father's father-in-law Yun Zheng has a good relationship with the rich family. He has a nephrite, which can only be obtained by people with a special relationship with the rich family. There are no more than ten pieces at most, which shows that the relationship is definitely not ordinary. That piece of nephrite is worth at least hundreds of thousands."
I have read a lot about Yun Zheng in my father's diary. He was both my father Ke Zuo's master and his father-in-law. However, I really don't know much about Yun Zheng's character, but I have heard that he is an upright man.
That’s all Liu Shougui knew.
In the evening, Liu Yang accompanied Liu Shougui, and I went to the crematorium and checked the records. Sure enough, an eighteen-year-old girl had died in cabinet No. ???.
I was sitting in the office smoking, and the little box was there.
Mao Xiaoli sent a text message.
"When you're done, come straight to me."
I now have a terrifying feeling towards Mao Xiaoli. I feel that she may do something big, something terrible, at any time.
Mao Xiaoli's husband died, but she didn't look for him and even wore mourning clothes. It's been so many years. I can't understand it. It's rare to see such loyalty in a woman.
I entered the morgue and saw cabinet number ???. I opened it and lifted a corner of the shroud. I was stunned. It was an old man. I was shocked. It was the same situation again.
I immediately went back to the office and checked a cabinet that the old man had sent me. I went back and opened it, but it was empty. I knew something was wrong. Was there a body missing? I was a little confused.
I asked the guard at the door and he said absolutely no one had come in.
I immediately went to Mao Xiaoli's house. When I got there, she saw my expression and knew something was wrong.
"What's wrong?"
I told the story.
"Who ruined my good deeds?"
"This person at least knows that if the skin is not cut within 24 hours, it will be useless and the body will not leave the crematorium. So what should we do?"
Mao Xiaoli didn't speak. She was weird, so it was inevitable that she offended me, but to what extent? I couldn't figure it out. I really couldn't understand it.
Mao Xiaoli finally decided to go to the crematorium to look for it.
We searched all the cabinets, but the girl was nowhere to be found. So what about the morgue? We went there too, but still couldn't find her. Where could she be
I can’t think of it, and Mao Xiaoli can’t think of it either.
We came out, sat in the car, lit a cigarette, and looked into the distance. There was another place in the crematorium. Yinyan told me about this place, and Mao Xiaoli should also know it.
"There is another place."
"I know, but I won't go there, and I will never go there."
"Why?"
"My husband died there, so I won't go."
"I'll go."
"Well, be careful. I said that place is an evil place. If anything goes wrong, come out right away. We'll wait for another chance. I think I can do it before I die."
Mao Xiaoli's words are a bit scary.
I got off the car and walked to the back of the crematorium office building, which was the old two-story building. When I went in, there was a damp smell. The easternmost room upstairs turned out to be a morgue. It was the only one, used temporarily. It was decorated quite well at the time. People without some connections could not get in. In addition to the cabinets in the morgue, there was also a dressing room, which was integrated and completed in one go. The living were afraid of the hassle, and the same goes for the dead.
I opened the door, which was not locked. I went in and found the eternal lamp was on. The window was covered with a layer of black cloth. I shivered because I felt like there was someone inside.
I stood there motionless. I heard the sound of breathing and was sure there was someone there. I stepped back to the corner, looked over there, and sent a text message to Mao Xiaoli, saying that there was someone in the room, someone alive.
Mao Xiaoli didn't reply to the text message for a long time, and I didn't know what to do. Mao Xiaoli came up and said she didn't want to come here because her husband died here. She had never heard of how he died, and she never mentioned it. She never mentioned anything about her husband. It was painful.
Mao Xiaoli walked straight into the room and I followed her in. The black cloth on the window had been torn off and thrown on the ground. The window was open. When we went over, the wormwood had fallen down. The man had obviously jumped off the building and ran away. The second floor was old-style and not very high.
Looking at the freezer again, there was no body, but it was open, obviously someone had carried it away.
Mao Xiaoli frowned, was stunned for a while, and then left. She didn't say anything, and it seemed like she had risked her life.
Let’s get in the car, said Mao Xiaoli.
"It's him again. I thought it was him."
"who?"
"It has nothing to do with you. We won't do it anymore. But after more than 24 hours, the body will be back."
I frowned, who is that him
The next day, I went to the suburbs to see the ant corpse. I was worried that if it took too long, I would not be able to do it.
I went over and pulled all the stuff.
"Find me a room and carry the body in. Be gentle and slow."
The body was carried into the room, I said.
"It will probably be done tomorrow morning. Prepare some food for me and a bottle of white wine."
The family members would never think that it was because of me drinking. If I don’t drink, I’m afraid I won’t be able to hold on. When I drink, I get more excited and the quality of my makeup is better.
I sat down and smoked a cigarette, then pulled down all the shrouds. I saw corpse ants crawling around. They were not big, but very powerful. They gnawed at the bones like tofu.
I cut off my clothes and pants and saw more corpse ants.
The box was opened, and the venom made from four kinds of potions was drawn into a syringe, which was then injected into the body. In fact, the syringe was already empty.
Corpse ants are afraid of noise. Once they hear any sound, they all run inside. I knock on it gently, and then spray medicine one spot at a time. I think they will all die within ten minutes.
In fact, putting on makeup is an enjoyment and an achievement, just like a work of art. The only pity is that it is burned, which I think is the most regrettable thing.
After the acupuncture, I lit a cigarette and waited. Half an hour later, I took action. I guess this person was completely empty. After the needle went in, there was no bone left, just real skin.
These corpse ants are really strange. They don’t eat human skin and they preserve it completely.
Injecting corpse glue is the most troublesome thing. If you inject too little, the body will be deformed. You have to find it bit by bit. It is a delicate job. Because it is completely empty, it will be ruined if you move it. So there cannot be any empty space on the whole body. You have to inject it all in. The last step is the quality agent. It solidifies the inside and outside like ice, making the body hard. This way you won't be afraid when moving it. If you don't move a hand or an ear, it would be strange if the family members don't kill you.
However, there are basically no ashes for corpses like this. They can only use other bones, that is, pick up other people's bones and put some in. They say that there are not enough bones. This is the case for corpses like this. It is also a consolation to the family members. There is no other way.
I was busy until eight o'clock in the morning. I finished my drink and pushed the door open. I felt a little dizzy because I was tired.
To the yard, I said.
"You can go in and take a look, and then send it to the crematorium, in cabinet number three. I'll make arrangements for you over there."
The family members went in, and I was sitting on a chair in the yard smoking. This was a life test.
The family members were crying, then came out and gave me a black bag. I got in the car and went home to sleep.
Liu Yang hasn’t come back yet, Yun Bai, my mother is here again, which makes me very angry.
"I want to explain."
"I'm tired today. Let's do it later. Or, you don't need to explain."
"I and Fu Jia..."
"I really don't want to hear it. I've been busy all day and all night."
Yunbai is gone. When I see Yunbai now, I feel that she is too selfish. She lives everything for herself and has never lived for others. Maybe I can’t say that, at least she was good to me. She took care of me and loved me in my childhood, and I got a little bit of my mother's love, but it can't compare with how good my father was to me. Although my father never hugged me, I will always remember that when he died, he stretched out his arms. He wanted to hug me, but my mother forcibly pulled me away. I owe that hug to this day. Ke Zuo, my father, how hard was your life? No matter what, you always gave me a smile and warmth, even though I didn't give you a hug. I'm sorry, father.
Liu Yang came back and said that his father had buried his mother and returned her to the columbarium, and he couldn't leave there.
But I know, Yunbai, the wealthy family probably won't give up so easily, and they will continue to avenge themselves.
Mao Xiaoli called me and asked me to come over.
"I'm busy right now. I'll be there in the evening, or you can call me."
"I want to talk to that person. You follow me, and I'll make an appointment in the evening at Xilai."
I don't like going to Xilai.
When I went there in the evening, Mao Xiaoli was already there. I saw a ghost head in the painting on the wall, which made me feel uncomfortable.
"He didn't come?"
"Coming right up."
Just as he finished speaking, a man came in. He looked like a very elegant man, in his fifties. It was hard to imagine that he would do that kind of thing.
The man sat down, said Mao Xiaoli.
"Bigon."
I stretched out my hand and said.
"Ke Mingzhe."
"Director Ke, I'm sorry, I don't shake hands with people from your crematorium."
I thought this person would be the one who left the crematorium, but it turned out not to be him.
"He is, isn't he, a writer?, an unreliable man, we have known each other for decades."
I was a little confused. What was going on? I just listened.
"Xiao Li, just stop it. You have worn mourning white for him for decades. I don't think you will give up!"
"I never will. If you don't stop me, I will succeed. This matter has nothing to do with you. I think you shouldn't stop me anymore."
"What can you do? Even if you go over there, can you guarantee that you will be able to see him?"
"No guarantee, but I won't let go of any chance."
"I, Bigang, promise that I won't let you do that. I also have love."
"Don't tell me you love me. If you loved me, you would do everything for me, but you didn't. You know best what you did back then."
"I was wrong, and I admit my mistake for the rest of my life."
"Okay, what I hope is that you won't stop me. It's never good. If it happens again, I won't care what happens to you."
"I will stop you until I die, unless..."
"Yes, I will do it."
Bi Gang shook his head and walked away without drinking a sip of wine.
Mao Xiaoli said while we were drinking.
"We were classmates in high school. He and my husband were friends, friends since childhood. They both fell in love with me at the same time, but I chose Bi Gang. He wrote very good poems back then, and I fell in love with his talent. But I didn't expect that after graduation, Bi Gang started dating the director's daughter, and I married my husband. Afterwards, I found out that my husband was better. Bi Gang was a vain man. Those poems were written by my husband, and he bought them. My husband's family was not well off, and they had six children. They earned the money for school in this way. I thought Bi Gang was kind, but in fact, everything ended here. Bi Gang became famous for his poems, and he became the deputy director of the cultural center. My husband, thinking of his kindness, kept writing for him, and he accepted it. That would have been fine, but I didn't expect that my husband died. He died after writing 500 poems that are still extant. I was quite surprised at the time. He died of a heart attack after drinking with Bi Gang. He had a heart disease, but it was not fatal. Later I learned that he used something because he knew that my husband had 500 poems saved, which were masterpieces. My husband also wanted to come out on his own, so he saved them, hoping that one day Bi Gang would agree. Bi Gang got these 500 poems. My husband was honest and let him see these poems, and then he took them away. Bi Gang is now a national poet, vice chairman of the provincial literary federation, and has become famous. He used these 500 poems bit by bit. I know all this, but he thought I didn't know. I don't know what's wrong with him. Ten years later, he got divorced and chased me, saying that he would marry me. In the end, he found out about my face painting and stopped me like this. "
"What will happen after the thirteenth face?"
"Don't ask, you will know about this."
Mao Xiaoli poured it all out at once, and I was a little surprised.
That day, I went to the bookstore and really found a few poetry collections by Bi Gang. I looked at them and they were really good. The poems were written in a way that could kill your soul. It seems that Mao Xiaoli’s husband is a very thoughtful person, but, but... (To be continued)