In this season in the north, the blue blood is floating in the air, and it seems a little early.
When I went to the crematorium, I felt very uncomfortable. It seemed that I was even more scared than the first time I went to work in the crematorium. The fear I felt back then was different from the fear I feel now. This is a fear that goes deep into my soul.
After I parked the car and went into the office, Master Shen was there.
"I'm still worried. I'll stay here. Call me if you need anything."
"Master Shen, it's alright, you can go back now!"
Master Shen is a really nice person.
"Then I'll go back. My wife is not in good health."
After Master Shen left, I changed my clothes and glanced at the watch. Before eight o'clock, I pushed the body into the other hall and then into the refining room. If there are special requirements, the furnace will sometimes be opened very early, around six or five o'clock, so I have to come early, at least half an hour earlier than others.
I entered the morgue and saw the serial number on the electronic screen. I found it, pulled the body out, hung it on the body trolley, and then sent it to the farewell hall, put it in a transparent coffin, and tidied it up. After a while, the makeup artist would come over to take a look and touch up the makeup if needed.
Then I stood aside waiting for it to end. There was a small room behind the farewell hall, which was my other office.
I sat there and lit a cigarette, and the family members came in. Ten minutes later, I heard crying, and I knew I needed to get up, pull the body out, slide it onto the body cart, and push it to the rendering room.
I pushed the corpse into the refining room, and I saw Yinyan sitting on platform No. 9, operating it. She didn't look back at me, and I shook my head.
I was going to push the other four dead bodies to four farewell halls respectively. This was the time when the crying was intertwined. I would go wherever the crying started. It was neither busy nor chaotic. It was a serious matter.
I was busy until the afternoon, had no time to eat, and felt unwell.
After I changed my clothes, I came out and walked opposite Yinyan.
"master."
My master ignored me, so I grabbed her immediately.
"What do you mean?"
"release."
The voice was low, but stern.
I let go and Zhang Xiaoxue ran over to me.
"Mingzhe, haven't you eaten yet?"
"Why are you here?"
I knew you didn’t eat, so you went to grandma’s house.
I didn't want to go, but Zhang Xiaoxue forced me to go. I watched the driver driving the car and rushed out of the crematorium.
I went to Master Zhou and she told me to be careful when transporting the corpse, face to face, and don't open the door.
I don't want to talk about this. If something happens, it will always be very strange.
After dinner and chatting for a while, I drove Zhang Xiaoxue home and I also went home. It was a deserted home and it seemed that my mother would not come back.
I sat there watching TV, not knowing whether my decision was right or not. My original intention of going to the crematorium was to be close to my father, but was it true? Was it from my heart
I don't know, everything is getting confusing at this moment.
I sat on the sofa and fell asleep. I didn't wake up until dark.
I called Yinyan, but she didn't answer. I went to her house, she opened the door and was about to close it, so I immediately hugged her, closed the door, and kissed her.
When I let her go, she suddenly burst into tears.
Yinyan has a very strange temper. Only then did I realize that it might be because her mother and father abandoned her when she was young, and Master Zhou didn't like her very much and was afraid of the reason.
"Don't leave me anymore, let's get married!"
I was stunned for a moment.
"We have to get married, can we wait for a while?"
"Okay, I won't force you, but remember, don't provoke Mao Xiaoli again."
I nodded. I didn’t want to offend anyone anymore. This was enough for me.
Yinyan has a weird personality. When we are together in the future, I will give in to her. That's the only way.
I went to work and changed my clothes in the office when Yinyan came in.
"Mingzhe, when transporting corpses, don't face each other. The corpse in the single room needs to be moved. Remember that."
I nodded.
Today is Yinyan's shift. I entered the morgue. There were a total of sixteen dead bodies. Two of them were in single rooms. I started with the single rooms first.
I went into the Qingsong Hall and saw an old man who must be at least seventy or eighty years old.
I opened the transparent freezer, bent down, took out the body, put it on the hearse, gently covered it with a white cloth, and then pushed it to the farewell hall.
I returned and pushed the second dead body, a woman in her forties, fat. When I picked her up, I tripped. I was very careful, saying that the dead should not be thrown on the ground, but when I exerted force with her hands, her face was hit. I put her on the hearse and covered her gently, and I didn't feel anything.
"I'm sorry, it was my fault."
Apart from this matter, everything else went smoothly today. I finished at noon, took a shower and changed clothes. When I came out of the office, I heard someone calling my name. I startled, very lightly, very lightly, even a little unreal. Maybe I was overthinking it.
I lit a cigarette and came out, and unexpectedly saw Mao Xiaoli and Xiaobai. They were so eye-catching. Today was Wednesday, or maybe Friday.
I wanted to avoid her, but she came towards me twisting and turning.
"Xiao Ke, it feels good, right?"
I want to slap her hard on that big face of hers.
I ignored her and got in the car. My master's car was parked on the side. I waited. Yinyan came out and said after getting in my car.
"Let's find a place to eat."
As I was pulling Yinyan to the door, the manager honked the horn and drove away.
"Follow the director's car."
The manager drove to the countryside for an hour, entered the village, and then went to a restaurant to eat farm food.
"I'll treat you two today."
I didn't know what the manager meant. I looked at the master, but she acted like she didn't see me. It was weird.
We entered the private room, sat down, and started ordering food.
"Mingzhe, you and Xiaoyanzi have to be good to each other. I think you two are the best match. Yanzi has a bit of a temper. Also, don't call Zhen'er too much for anything. No one wants to mess with Mao Xiaoli."
"Got it, Director. Don't worry, I won't cause you any trouble again."
The manager said after we finished eating and drinking that day.
"Xiao Ke, you and your master will go to find Master Huan Gang later. We need an urn, but he won't give me face."
"Me? Don't even bother talking about that. If I don't give you face, how can you give me face? Are you kidding me?"
"Of course, for your father's sake."
I sat there without saying anything. My father was a refiner and knew Master Ji Gang, who made urns. To be honest, I had never met this Master Ji.
"Yanzi, you take him with you."
Yanzi drove to Master Ji Gang's home. Master Ji Gang's home was actually in Huiyuan Township, but I thought it would be in the city.
"After Master Ji retired, he bought the land here and built a two-story building. I went there once, but didn't go in."
Yan Zi said so, it seems that Master Ji is also a person with a strange temper. For someone who makes urns, it would be strange if he wasn't strange.
This small building is very exquisite and antique. The courtyard wall is very high, made of blue bricks, and the gate is pitch black. I can't see inside. I knocked on the door.
After a while, a man came out. He must be about 70 years old, with completely white hair, thin body, and sharp eyes.
"Master Ji, I am Ke Zuo's son, Ke Mingzhe."
Master Ji was stunned for a moment and looked at Yinyan again.
"My master."
"Then come in!"
Master Ji was reluctant, so we went in. The yard was very clean. We entered the living room and sat down. Master Ji poured us some tea and spoke.
"Xiao Ke, you look a lot like your father, just tell me what you want to say."
“I want to buy an urn.”
"Sure, that's not a problem. Come upstairs with me, choose and take it. If it's your good friend, it's a gift. If not, open the card and put the money in it."
We followed him upstairs, where there was a studio. There was a large workbench in the middle, and shelves all around. The window curtains were drawn, and the shelves were filled with urns of all kinds. It was simply perfect, just like the urn on the second floor of a crematorium.
I didn't know what style to take, and Master Ji also saw it.
He looked around and took one without asking any questions.
"That's it! Twenty thousand."
20,000? It's so expensive. I think the others must be more expensive.
After the black cloth was wrapped, Yan Zi and I came out, got in the car, and drove away, Yan Zi said.
"It's from the Yin Qi Forest, but the urn is really beautiful."
It is true. The first floor is fine, but upstairs, it is a real gloomy forest, full of urns. It is really beautiful, but...
I was resting today, and so was Yinyan. At a little after ten o'clock, I delivered the urn to the manager and told him it was 20,000 yuan. He was surprisingly very happy and said he would transfer the money right away. The manager actually knew Master Ji's card number.
Yinyan and I came out, got in the car, and prepared to go see my mother. I said to Yinyan.
"Yesterday, someone called my name, vaguely."
Yinyan was stunned.
"Why do you always encounter such strange things? My master told me, but I didn't tell anyone else that it happened. It seems like there's something wrong with you."
"I'm fine."
"Okay, let's go to my master."
I know Yan Zi has a master, but I have never met him.
We drove to Badaojiequanlou, went upstairs and knocked on the door, and there was an old lady.
"Oh, it's Yan Zi, you haven't been here for a while, maybe you have forgotten your master?"
"Nothing, just busy."
"This young man is..."
"My image."
We went in and Yan Zi’s chef Li Li brought us some fruit. Her husband was also very welcoming. This family was quite cozy.
After chatting for a while, I mentioned that I heard someone calling my name. Master Li Li frowned and didn't say anything for a long time. It seemed that it was really a troublesome matter.
"What's your horoscope?"
I reported my birth chart and Master Li Li stared at me blankly for a long time before saying anything.
"There is only one person with a completely Yin horoscope, and I know him, that is Ke Zuo."
I was stunned. I didn't understand what they meant by the all-yin horoscope.
Yan Zi looked at me for a long time before speaking.
"He is Master Ke's son."
Master Li Li was stunned and didn't speak for a long time.
Master Li Li said when we came out.
"Don't answer when your name is called. Never."
I nodded. I would not agree, but this was too evil and too scary. Who was the person who called my name? In other words, who was the ghost
Master Li Li said that after a person dies, there will be a soul, but it will survive in another way, just like all things in the world, which are immortal and multiplying, but in another way. For example, a piece of paper will be burned and become ashes, existing in the form of ashes, and there is no news, but the way is different. The disappearance in people's thinking is just the disappearance of form.
I understand what Master Li Li said. I understand this. What she meant was that people die, but exist in another form, which is what we always call the soul. I think that's the case. Some souls have certain abilities, just like human abilities. There are souls with different abilities, and souls that can call people's names, I don't understand.
Sometimes, people will do inexplicable things that are incomprehensible. In other words, strange things are actually another form of strangeness. Then the other form of a person after death is still similar to a person. Therefore, the one who makes trouble and does strange things is another form of a person, a soul, a ghost. (To be continued)