Dong Jun told me about that man that day, we drank until dawn, and I knew everything.
That day, Dong Jun mentioned a man. I also knew that man. He was a poet in this city. His name was Hua Yi. He was a handsome man who could write poetry, was romantic, and enjoyed the pleasures of life.
It is this man, Hua Yi, who not only writes poetry but also paints, matching his poems with paintings. He learned painting from Shen Jiaxing, who is a famous painter in the province. The paintings he learned are also very good, and he is good at communication, so he is also quite famous.
I've seen this Huayi once, and I always felt that he was too greasy.
Hua Yi and Dong Jun's ex-wife Feng Wu had a problem. Feng Wu was a primary school teacher who learned to write poetry from Hua Yi. Feng Wu was known as the city flower, a very beautiful woman. When Dong Jun mentioned Feng Wu, I thought of this woman. I really didn't expect that things would turn out like this. This was too unexpected for me. This was something I absolutely didn't expect.
Hua Yi kidnapped Feng Wu. It seemed and sounded simple, but it was actually not that simple.
Hua Yi blatantly snatched Hua Wu away, which made him very angry. In fact, Dong Jun and Hua Yi had met before and they knew each other, but he didn't expect Hua Yi to do this. That day, they had a conversation in a private room in Xilai Building.
"I've finished, using the painting to rule Hua Yi is a death place."
After Dong Jun finished talking about the painting anomaly, I was also very surprised. Half of it was about the painting anomaly. Master Yunzheng told me that there was a makeup artist in the crematorium. He was a painter by profession. I don’t know what evil spirit possessed him. He didn’t show up when there were job openings, but came here to become a makeup artist and worked as one until his death.
She only created three paintings in her lifetime. In fact, she created countless paintings, but only three of them remain, and they were eventually burned in a fire.
Of those three paintings, Master Yunzheng had seen one, which was the first one. After he finished reading it, he spent half a month as if he was obsessed with it, looking for a scene in the painting. He felt like there was something there that was luring him, calling him, and invoking him.
That is Huayi. Huayi is a technique in Yin studies, which is somewhat similar to hook technique. Of course, it is completely different from hook technique.
There were three paintings of Dong Jun’s coffin bones that day. He said they were in the private room. I didn’t notice any of them, nor did I feel anything was wrong with the paintings.
"Where are your three paintings?"
Dong Jun glanced at me.
"Come with me."
Dong Jun took me into a private room. The door was locked. Obviously, he did not display the three paintings but just hung them in the room.
We went in, and Dong Jun asked the waiter to bring the dishes and wine to the private room. We drank, and the three paintings remained covered.
I don’t know what those three paintings should be like. They are drawn with bone meal, so they should be very strange.
"I can say for sure that Hua Yi will come tonight."
I was stunned. This was unlikely. Hua Yi knew that Dong Jun wanted to use Hua Yi to kill him, so how could he come
At ten o'clock in the evening, there were footsteps in the corridor. Dong Jun glanced at me, stood up, and waited until the footsteps reached the door. He suddenly opened the door and the person outside was startled.
"Hua Yi, I knew you would show up. I've been waiting for today."
Hua Yi obviously didn't expect that Dong Jun would be waiting here.
Hua Yi came in, sat down, poured himself a glass of wine and drank it.
"I know you will use the painting to harm me, but you can't do it. Such a painting is just a legend and doesn't exist at all."
Dong Jun just smiled, walked to a painting, and pulled off the covering cloth.
There are three bones. The whole picture has only three bones placed there. But when I saw it, I felt a chill. Even though there are only three bones placed there and the painting is realistic, it seems as if it is a beautiful painting. But I don’t know where the beauty lies. It’s a feeling that goes through my heart.
Hua Yi was sweating, his face turned pale, and finally he closed his eyes.
"Hua Yi, where is Feng Wu? You said that if I could draw Hua Yi, you would return her to me."
"I'm sorry, you did it, but I couldn't."
"I'm on guard against your move!"
Dong Jun stood up and locked the door from the inside. I didn't move, and Dong Jun sat up straight.
"Wuwu is dead."
Dong Jun stood up immediately and looked at him with wide eyes.
"You said you would protect her. You said so."
I think Dong Jun is a little out of control.
"I didn't do it. She committed suicide and I kept it a secret from you."
Dong Jun suddenly punched Hua Yi, and he fell off the chair to the ground. When he got up, his face was covered in blood.
"I know. I want to pay you back. I failed to protect her."
"Why did she commit suicide?"
"She always said that there is no pure place in the world. I know that her ideal world does not exist in this world. That kind of pure world does not exist."
"Yes, I have it here, you don't have it..."
Dong Jun shouted, and then burst into tears.
Dong Jun finished a glass of white wine, walked to the other two paintings, pulled off the covering cloth, and then spoke.
"Choose one for yourself, sit here and show it to me for half an hour, stare at it, and if you can get away with it, you're lucky."
Hua Yi looked for a long time, moved a chair, sat in front of a painting, and stared at it.
Dong Jun and I drank without talking. I didn't look at the painting. It was really impossible to look at the painting for a long time. I only took a glance and my head was in a mess.
Hua Yi looked at it for half an hour and then stood up and said.
“It should be accompanied by a poem.”
Dong Jun ignored him, stood up, burned the three paintings with a match, and then opened the door.
"roll."
It was normal for Huayi to leave, and there was nothing wrong at all.
When I went home that day, I felt that the strange painting seemed to have no effect on Huayi.
I thought, maybe Dong Jun failed.
When Mu Qing suggested going to Bone Village again, I got angry and asked her to leave.
Today, I went to He Dana's place on a day off. I heard on the radio that the poet and painter Hua Yi had committed suicide by hanging, following the poet Feng Wu who died three years ago. Their beautiful love had gone to heaven...
I was stunned. Was Hua Yi really that powerful? I didn't know.
I haven't been to Xilailou for a long time. I feel that place is very scary, as if Dong Jun is a killer who doesn't use a knife but only paintings.
The manager called me to his office. He said that they wanted to replace the refining furnaces, six of which were imported from Germany. They also wanted to recruit two refining engineers. The equipment would arrive in a week. One of the refining engineers was already in place and would be my apprentice. I didn't want to take in any more apprentices, so the manager got angry.
The new apprentice is a young man, Zhao Shan, who is a very honest man and a high school graduate.
In the office, he always looks so reserved.
"No need for that here."
I told him some taboos in the crematorium, and he said he would remember them. Accepting a disciple is a responsibility, but I didn't want to accept one because the responsibility was too heavy.
I don’t know how long Zhao Shan can stay here.
New equipment came in, six large refining furnaces were pulled into the refining room, and German technicians were debugging them. A master craftsman and I followed them to learn. Three days later, the furnaces were turned on, and it was indeed incomparable to the original ones. A normal corpse would take more than two hours, but this one only took one and a half hours, and it was burned very thoroughly.
Zhao Shan followed me until he got used to it, then I let him carry the corpses. However, he actually carried the corpses into the refining room on his back. I was stunned at the time. If the corpse was a relative, it would be okay, but this was a person you didn't know, so the way to carry the corpse should be back to back. That was when you really had no other options.
"How do you carry a corpse?"
"The car broke down, and I was afraid you would be worried."
"lay down."
I was sweating. Even if the corpse was burning, you would feel from time to time that you were carrying something.
I hope nothing happens.
After finishing work that day, I went into the office.
"Go out and get some food and wine, and bring them to Dalai. Just mention me and put it on the bill."
I was sitting in the office smoking when Mu Qing came. This was her first time at the crematorium. At this time, most of the employees at the crematorium had gone home after get off work.
"What brought you here?"
"I want to get to know you. I'm a little nervous coming in."
Mu Qing said this, not seeming nervous at all.
Zhao Shan came back, I introduced him to me, and then sat down to have a drink. I saw that Zhao Shan's forehead was covered with sweat. This was not the kind of sweat you would get from riding a bicycle. It looked like he was carrying 100 or 200 kilograms of stuff.
"Zhao Shan, are you sick?"
"Master, I felt like I was carrying something just now."
I thought, it’s all over, there’s no way I can get away with it.
"It's okay, eat and drink."
Zhao Shan took a sip of wine and his face did not turn red. It seemed that he was a person who could not drink alcohol, but he would definitely be able to drink in the future. It seemed that there was no one in the crematorium who could not drink alcohol, whether man or woman.
Mu Qing refused to eat. She said she couldn't eat here.
"Then you just go about your business. Zhao Shan and I have something else to do later."
Mu Qing left.
I told Zhao Shan the truth, and he was so scared that his face turned pale, and his hand holding the chopsticks kept shaking.
I didn't expect Zhao Shan to carry a corpse. This had never happened before in the crematorium, so I didn't tell him now. I wanted to slowly tell him some rules later, otherwise he might not remember them. Unfortunately, the corpse cart broke down, but there were still several corpse carts that were not in the morgue. This kid was really unlucky.
Zhao Shan was sweating again and looked very tired.
Zhao Shan and I went to He Dana and told him that this was the new apprentice and something had happened.
I told He Dana about it, and he was stunned for a long time before saying.
"It's really evil. Nothing like this has ever happened in a crematorium. Ignorance is really fearless. This is a troublesome matter. You are carrying that person on your back. If he doesn't want to get off, there is nothing we can do."
"Then he can't carry it on his back for the rest of his life, right?"
"It won't take a lifetime. If I don't carry it for three months, I'll die. In other words, it's just exhaustion. It's another kind of exhaustion. It'll make me die of exhaustion."
He Dana said coldly, and Zhao Shan was frightened and cried.
"It's okay, don't listen to his nonsense."
I looked at He Dana.
"You are such a fool as a master. You didn't tell me earlier. Things are most likely to happen in the morgue."
"It was an accident that something like this happened. I didn't expect it to happen."
He Dana was not very happy. He asked me to go into the room and take out something wrapped in cloth from under the bed. I didn't know what it was, but He Dana had a problem. He would put many things under the bed and would never put them anywhere else. I didn't know what this problem was. It was not good to put things under the bed. It would make people unable to sleep. It was like the principle that cluttered things would cause dreams. However, He Dana seemed to have never had trouble sleeping.
I put the things there, and He Dana glared at Zhao Shan.
"Why does a man cry?"
He slowly opened the cloth bag, layer by layer, and finally there was a knife. The knife was shining, as if it had been polished. It was a bone knife, shaped like a Mongolian scimitar. He did not move.
"This is a bone knife. When he feels something heavy on his back, just cut him with one cut."
I'll go out and get some wine and food, otherwise He Dana will be unhappy.
We drank until about ten o'clock in the evening when Zhao Shan finally felt the weight. I picked up the bone knife and slashed at his back. I felt I had hit something and my hand hurt.
Then, I was stunned. (To be continued)