It's a pity that the woman is only in her twenties.
There is only one way to see the last image in the deceased's head, tie a string, one end of the string to the deceased's neck, the other end to my neck, and then lie head to head. Doing this, the danger is that it is easy for me to die and she to live, but this possibility is not great.
I aligned the other dressing bed, then took out the black thread, hesitated for a long time, and sat down at the table to drink tea.
"Call in the deceased's family members. Just two people will do. No more."
The family of the deceased came in. They were a couple in their fifties. The woman had long been deaf, but the man was fine.
"Here's the thing, I can't close my eyes. I want to know what's going on."
"Committed suicide, leaving only a few words, I'm sorry mom and dad."
I can tell, it was suicide, someone died from taking drugs. A makeup artist can tell how each person died just by looking at them. Those who died from taking drugs have different complexions and skin colors. You can tell at a glance.
"You don't know the reason for her suicide, but I can communicate with the deceased and know why she committed suicide. She died with her eyes open, so there must be a reason. We can't let her die with her eyes open, that would not be good, because she would be blind after reincarnation."
"Master, thank you for your help."
The family members took out the money and Li Xiaohuan handed them the black paper. He wrapped it up and put it on the table.
"Master, I also want to know, she is my eyeball..."
"Don't be sad. I shouldn't have taken this money, but it's a relief."
"We know, thank you."
After the family members left, I started to work. Li Xiaohuan stood aside and watched nervously. I was facing the deceased, and I slowly fell asleep. This state was necessary.
I saw the last image of the deceased, the moment before she committed suicide. She was raped by a man. I remember that man in my mind. When I woke up, I was sweating all over. I untied the black thread and put it in the makeup box.
"Call the family members in."
The family members came in.
I described the man I saw, and the deceased's father thought for a long time and said.
"That's the child's teacher. After graduation, they kept in touch, like father and daughter. We also know that he often drinks with me. He is outside and is here to pick up the child."
"Call the people in."
The teacher came in. He was in his forties, more than twenty years older than the deceased. He didn't expect that this serious-looking man would be like this.
I fiddled with my phone and sent a text message to Li Xiaohuan.
"Call the police, get outside."
I asked the man to sit down and poured him a cup of tea. I thought, this might be the last time you drink tea.
"How is your relationship?"
"Does this have anything to do with your makeup? You haven't put on any makeup yet. Is it because you can't make her close her eyes? What do you think? We are waiting. There are hundreds of people waiting outside..."
The man was a little anxious. I thought, if I were him, I would be anxious too. Once a person is burned, it will be over and no one will know about it.
"Of course it does."
As soon as I finished speaking, the police came in. It was so fast, only a few minutes.
"This man is a rapist. He raped the deceased. This is the reason why the deceased committed suicide."
The deceased's father was stunned at the time and suddenly grabbed the man's neck. The police pulled him apart, but the man denied it.
"He's talking nonsense. It's nonsense."
"We will take measures and collect evidence. The dead cannot be refined."
The policeman said and looked at the deceased's father.
"I agree."
I slowly walked to the dead person, reached out to hold his eyelids, and closed his eyes.
"Thank you, Master, you bastard..."
The man was taken away by the police and the deceased was sent back to the morgue.
"Master, I'll treat you to a meal."
The deputy director came in and Li Xiaohuan asked for leave, and the deputy director agreed.
Let’s come out and get in the car, said Li Xiaohuan.
"Master, can you really see the last image of the dead?"
"Yes, only such people, if they die of natural causes, such as old age, will no longer have that kind of perseverance in their minds, and naturally the images will no longer exist. The desire to preserve the images is mostly due to resentment, and only with resentment will the images remain in the mind."
"How do you do that?"
"You saw me do it. Just do it that way. The black lines are the lines that cross a hundred corpses. They are in my makeup box. Use them when you need them. When I confront her, my willpower must be stronger than hers, otherwise it will be a matter of life and death. Her survival is also a kind of Yin life. After revenge, you will also die, but you will not be able to survive. This is a very dangerous thing. The best way is not to have another old makeup artist by your side. If this happens, put on some makeup immediately. Maybe you can still survive."
"Master, I don't quite believe it."
"You see, I don't know the man, nor do I know the woman, but I can tell what the man looks like."
"Yes, physiognomy is magical, Master, I will come to your house to learn from you in the future, otherwise I won't be able to learn it."
I thought to myself, don't come to my house, Liu Yang will definitely get angry with me.
I didn't say anything.
After dinner, I went to Liu Shougui’s place. I didn’t mention this incident, but I talked about the stabbing incident.
I have been studying with He Ping for seven days, and He Ping said that I only need ten days. I wonder if He Ping doesn't want to teach me? Will He Ping not teach me the most profound things just because I am his godson? I thought about this.
It was dark, and I went to He Ping's place. That day he taught me how to build a house, and the way he built it was really weird.
"This kind of house is the same size as a real house, but remember, it's paper, don't make it perfect, leave some room for improvement."
I don't understand about Que'er. He told me what happened in his paper-making room. I didn't expect that such strange things could happen in this paper-making.
Building a house taught me the most important thing. He Ping did not build a complete house. He Ping always said that there was not enough time.
He said that everything in the house would be burned on the 13th, and there were still three days left until the 13th, which was the ten days I had to finish my studies.
I always feel that this matter is a bit strange and I don’t know what He Ping means.
I returned to the building and saw Liu Yang watching TV at home. He asked me how my studies were going.
"That's great. I think when I finish learning, I will be the only and best tie-making master in this city."
"Maybe. Li Xiaohuan came today and said she wanted to learn makeup from you."
After Liu Yang finished speaking, he stared at me.
"Yeah, she told me, but I didn't agree, this girl."
"By the way, I'm telling you, I'm pregnant."
Liu Yang looked at me and said this. I was stunned and jumped up and shouted. Liu Yang laughed.
"Are you stupid? How can you thank me?"
"From now on, you will be my ancestor. I will beat the board to worship you."
"Well said, you are busy with your work all day, and sometimes I don't see you for several days."
"Not again."
"I want to go back to the Zhafang. I like it there."
I was stunned for a moment, thought for a long time and said.
"That's no problem. I'll hire a nanny. I'll finish my training in two days and come back to the weaving room to accompany you."
"Okay."
Liu Yang is pregnant, which makes me happy.
That night I went to He Ping to learn paper-making. After I finished, he asked me to drink with him. He said that tomorrow would be the 13th, my last day of learning. However, he did not mention burning the paper-making. He seemed to be a little sad, and sometimes he was in a daze.
"This is a paper-wrapped diary. I wrote it down, reflecting my life experiences. You can take it back and read it. I drew pictures in great detail. Also, you can be my godson for once. If there is anything in this house that you want, take it away."
There is nothing valuable in He Ping's house. After he said that, I didn't know what to take.
He Ping went downstairs and took out a box.
"Okay, I'll give this to you. It's a pen-tying brush. It has some useful methods in it."
He Ping's behavior today was a bit strange.
"Tomorrow, you have to prepare four dishes and a bottle of good wine for me. Tomorrow is the actual operation. I will teach you some things about Zade."
I looked at He Ping, feeling strange.
When I got home that day, Liu Yang said that Li Xiaohuan was here again.
"Is there something wrong with this girl?"
"There's nothing wrong with it. She's very dedicated to physiognomy and makeup. There are too few young people like her now, and she works in a crematorium. I think you can teach her. After all, she's called a master. Don't let her say anything. She's been a master for a while, but she hasn't learned anything."
I was stunned when Liu Yang said this. The person Liu Yang hated the most was Li Xiaohuan.
"Are you serious?"
"certainly."
"Then wait until we return to the weaving room, and then we can let her go to learn on Saturday."
The next day, during the day, I went to Liu Shougui's place.
"He Ping has been acting weird these past few days."
"He is just a strange person like that. There is nothing wrong with him. He is famous for being strange."
Maybe I'm overthinking it, but I still think it's pretty weird.
That day, I brought some food and wine with me, and sat down to drink. He Ping told me that there are four things you shouldn't do when you are sick: if you don't have money, if you are not dead, if you are not after death, and if you don't have everything.
"This is Zade, but more precisely, it's Zaji. If you don't pay, you won't get the acupuncture. If the person is not dead, you won't get the acupuncture. If there are no descendants, you won't get the acupuncture. If the body is not complete, you won't get the acupuncture. This is good for you and for others. Remember these four points..."
He Ping told me a lot that day, and I remembered it all. I never thought that there were so many details to pay attention to when doing tying work.
He Ping said this at almost midnight.
"Go away, go back, it's getting late, it's getting late..."
I thought He Ping was drunk, so I came out that day, got in the car, and drove to the building. The next day I would take Liu Yang to live in the Chixian house.
Liu Shougui called me shortly after I got home.
"Go to He Ping immediately, something happened."
I was startled and wanted to ask what happened, but Liu Shougui hung up the phone.
I drove over to He Ping's house, and oh my god, there was flames everywhere. The fire department came, and I wanted to rush in, but they stopped me.
"My godfather is in there, he's in there, there's someone, there's someone..."
Firefighters rushed in, but they didn't find anyone. The fire could not be put out and continued to burn until almost dawn. It was a truly evil thing. The people in the fire brigade were a little dumbfounded. They said they had never seen such a fire. Under normal circumstances, the fire would be out in just a dozen minutes.
Liu Shougui shook his head. I didn’t expect this to happen. Actually, I should have thought of burning the paper on the 13th, but I didn’t expect it to be like this…
That day, Liu Shougui and I went in and saw a tied coffin in the room. There was no tied coffin before. The tied coffin had been burned to ashes, but you could tell it was a tied coffin. He Ping said that a tied coffin was the last work of the master coffin maker. I tied it for myself, otherwise I would never have the chance to tie a coffin in this life. The master coffin maker would not tie a coffin. The time he would tie a coffin was the day of his death. I did not see when he tied the coffin.
I cleaned out the body and it was only about half a meter long after being burned.
"Call Ji Yihe and ask him to send a small coffin over so you can build the mourning tent and do the paper work."
Liu Shougui told me.
Ji Yihe brought the small coffin over, and I put the body in it. Liu Shougui didn't allow me to prepare the body or put on makeup. I just put it in there and placed it in front of the mourning shed, waiting to be buried three days later.
All of this was so unexpected to me, I never expected things to be like this.
Three days later, He Ping was buried in the cemetery, and Liu Yang and I returned to the Chixian weaving house. Three days later, I started weaving, and there was a lot of work to do. I was busy every day.
My daily job is to send Liu Yang to work, and then come back to work. When I am tired, I sit in the yard and read the diary left by He Ping. It is a record of a lifetime of work experience. There are pictures, but the pictures are not very good.
I took out the piercing pen from the box. It was made of bones, human bones, and the pen was very sharp. There was an instruction inside, which said that the piercing pen was used to prick the eyes, and that the piercing eyes could make people move. I had not thought of this, so I did not dare to use it and put it back in the box. As for whether this piercing pen was a pen for piercing the eyes, whether it was true or not, I did not know, but I knew that sooner or later I would try it, that was for sure, because I could not get rid of my curiosity.
On Saturday, Liu Yang was on vacation and Li Xiaohuan came. I didn’t work that day, but taught Li Xiaohuan how to do her own ghost makeup. After two hours, I stopped teaching. Li Xiaohuan bought groceries and cooked. While eating, Li Xiaohuan said.
"Master's wife, I will take care of you from now on. You are pregnant and can't do much. Working is tiring."
"No, I'll hire a babysitter in two days."
"I have nothing to do. I get off work at four o'clock. It only takes an hour to drive here. I want to learn more from the master."
Liu Yang looked at me.
"That won't work."
"Master..."
"That's fine, if you want."
I didn't expect Liu Yang to agree.
Liu Yang got Li Xiaohuan a house and she lived there, which I didn't like.
When the first snow fell, a man came and said he was doing a job, building a house. This man was quite strange, as he was building a house for his father. His father was not dead yet, but he wanted to have a house there so that he could look at it with peace of mind and wait for it to be burned for him when he died.
I know, I won’t stab you unless you’re dead.
"No."
"I have money, and my father just wants a house to live in after his death. I want a villa."
"Don't stab until you're dead. This is our rule."
"Bullshit rules, isn't it just that you're short of money? I'll give you fifty."
"No piercing means no piercing."
"One hundred thousand, isn't it worth buying a few pieces of scrap paper?"
"I won't give you a shot no matter how much money you spend."
This person glared at me, walked out, drove away in his BMW, and said he would come again. (To be continued)