A few days later, I couldn't help but ask Ge Zhu about it. She was stunned for a moment, then laughed.
"I know him, he's a classmate of mine, and we have a good relationship, so I drew him."
I felt something was wrong. Ge Zhu's nose was sweating. People only sweat at the tip of their noses when they are most nervous.
However, I did not ask further. Maybe it was someone's secret. It was good enough that she let you see the paintings. If I asked more, I might not even have this friend anymore. At least she gave me a lot of warmth and relieved the coldness at home. Otherwise, I don't know how I could survive and stay in this home.
I continued to interact with Ge Zhu like this, and Master Yun Zheng finally reminded me that some people in the crematorium started to talk behind our backs. I said that we had no relationship and were just friends who could talk to each other, and the master didn't say anything else.
That day, Ge Zhu suddenly asked me.
"You're not happy, are you?"
I was stunned for a long time, then nodded and said that Yun Bai could smell the scent of corpse on me.
"Actually, that's just a psychological effect. There's no smell of death at all. When a person dies, there's no smell."
I believe this statement because I can't smell it, and other people haven't smelled any dead body odor on me either. Yun Bai said he could smell a dead body odor on me. I asked a few people and they all said they didn't. I thought they were lying to me. It seems that I really don't have any dead body odor on me, even though I deal with dead people all day long.
I always feel that there is something special about Ge Zhu, but I can’t tell what it is, I just feel it anyway.
My relationship with Ge Zhu deepened day by day, but Yun Bai still treated me the same way, not caring or asking anything. I went home just to see my son and play with him, but I could never hug him.
If I hug my son, Yun Bai can smell the odor, which I have never smelled before, and then we quarreled. Now we don’t quarrel anymore, but Yun Bai will at least prevent me from seeing my son for a week, so I dare not hug him anymore. This family has nothing except my concern for my son. I didn’t expect Yun Bai to become like this. I can’t file for divorce, and Yun Bai doesn’t mention it either. I don’t know why, but I don’t mention it because of my master. I can’t mention it, and I swallow it with blood in my mouth.
I finally figured out that Ge Zhu had a problem.
I had dinner at Ge Zhu's house that day. Her cooking skills were indeed good, but much worse than Yun Bai's. I compared myself with Yun Bai intentionally or unintentionally.
That day, Ge Zhu took out the painting again, and measured it to the size of two fingers. She took out a magnifying glass and asked me to look at it. The girl actually smiled at me, and I started sweating.
"Take a closer look."
I can't see anything. Ge Zhu is an artist and I'm a layman.
"Look at your eyes."
I looked at the eyes, I saw it clearly, I almost threw away the magnifying glass, there was a person standing in the eyes, someone I was familiar with. I didn't recognize him, so I jumped in fright. The human eyes are like mirrors, there can indeed be a human shadow in them.
I probably don't look very good.
"You don't have to be afraid. That man is the murderer of this girl. I have never found him."
"How is this possible?"
"Sit down and listen to me."
Ge Zhu drinks fruit wine and I drink white wine, said Ge Zhu.
"I already have six such paintings. I reported the first five and the perpetrators were executed. But I have never found this one."
I was stunned when I heard this. She was actually doing this.
"How did you do that?"
"The painting is done using the skin of the dead person's most sensitive part, and the eyes are soaked with the liquid from the dead person's eyes. This is what happens. I don't understand the principle, but after the painting is done, the person who harmed the person will be in the dead person's eyes."
I shook my head. This must be a joke. It's impossible.
"I analyzed that the liquid in the deceased's eyes should be like a memory device, with thousands of small water droplets forming a portrait."
I can’t really say whether Ge Zhu’s statement is right or not, but I think it makes some sense.
I picked up the magnifying glass and looked again, and I really recognized this person. He was my classmate from high school.
I was sweating.
I don’t know the dead girl, I told Ge Zhu about it.
"We can go find him tomorrow after get off work, maybe we can find something."
I thought I must go find him and confirm this matter, I didn't quite believe it.
The next day after get off work, I went to that classmate's home, living in Room 13. He was actually at home and was not married. He was very thin, as if he was sick, but judging by his spirit, that was not the case.
"Old classmate, it's been many years since we last met. Come in and have a drink."
When we were drinking, Ge Zhu would glance at this classmate from time to time, but this classmate pretended not to see anything. Everything seemed so fake.
"I killed someone."
When Ge Zhu said this suddenly, my classmate was stunned and the cup he had just raised fell onto the table.
"I didn't mean to kill her, I didn't mean to kill her..."
My classmates burst into tears.
The police took my classmate away. Later I found out that he had indeed killed someone. He was dating that girl, but she didn't agree, so he kept pestering her. In the end, she didn't agree, so he got anxious and threatened her, and used heavy force on her. It was that simple.
The matter is simple, but Ge Zhu's method is very strange. I think her explanation has scientific reasons, but I think that is another kind of science that is not involved in the scientific field, or it is what ordinary people call ghost stories and weird things.
Ge Zhu told me what he wanted to teach me, and I found it quite interesting. Anyway, I have no spiritual support anymore, and I am quite happy with Ge Zhu, so I can find something to do, and this way, the master won't say anything.
I told the master, and he looked at me blankly for a long time and said.
"It's a good thing, but you can't let anyone know."
"Ge Zhu and I are fine."
"There's no need to talk about this. I know Yun Bai is like that too. What a man."
I almost cried because my master understood me so well.
Ge Zhu and I started to learn finger painting, which she called finger painting. I went home less often because Yun Bai wouldn’t agree when I held my son’s hand. I could only watch my son play from afar. I felt sad. How could this happen
I wanted to leave the crematorium and leave this place, and my father agreed, saying that if that was the case, then we should leave.
I discussed it with Ge Zhu, and she was stunned for a long time before saying.
"Of course it's a good thing."
But I couldn't tell that she was not very happy.
I left the crematorium, and the director said that he had kept a place for me and that I could come back whenever I wanted. I was the first generation of refiners in China, an excellent refiner. I was very happy when he said that.
Although I left the crematorium, I still learned finger-painting from Ge Zhu. When she was at work, I went to the store to sell meat. This job was also found for me by my father. I thought selling pork was a simple task, but it was surprisingly very complicated. It involved deboning and I had to cut one bone with my hands on the same day, said the master.
"Your meat is worthless."
Oh my god, this guy is big and strong, I don’t dare to mess with him. But what will he do if I say I burned people to death
After get off work, I wanted to go to Ge Zhu to learn finger-painting, but the master said that apprentices must treat the master to a drink, so I did it since I had money anyway.
When I drink, I would burn people to death. At the crematorium, my pork chef actually fell off the stool to the ground. I didn't expect that a big and strong guy like him could be so timid.
The strangest thing was that he just got up and ran away. I laughed and shook my head.
There was a table full of food, so I called Ge Zhu over. There were phone numbers for the big restaurant and the crematorium, but it would take a while to call someone.
Ge Zhu just got off work and came over.
"Why is there a table full of food? Are you thanking me as your chef?"
"Thank you for this dish, it's not enough. This is to thank my pork chef."
As soon as I mentioned pork chef, Ge Zhu started giggling.
When I told Ge Zhu about the pork chef, he burst out laughing, scaring the waiter so much that he exclaimed "Oh my god!" I couldn't help laughing too. I was also surprised that such a tall and big man could be so timid.
The next day when I went to work, the pork chef said he would never teach me and didn't want me. So I went to find the director. At that time, the director was the highest-ranking official in the state-owned store.
The director also heard what the pork chef said, and he looked at me and said.
"Whatever you want, whatever you want, you can do it."
I started selling tofu, a job that didn't require a trainee. I never thought I would end up selling tofu.
I was so distracted here. I thought I would be able to escape from the crematorium, but no. After a week, I felt like I was going to die. I didn't know why. I went to the hospital and my indicators were normal. I had no disease, but I felt like I was dead.
Another week passed and I collapsed and couldn't get up. I was at home and Yunbai cooked for me, but he put the meal down and left while wearing a mask. I couldn't stand it anymore.
I got up and went to the crematorium. I was staggering all the way. When I got there and entered the refining room, Zhao Tie was working there.
"Master, you're back? I missed you."
I sat down, lit a cigarette, and slowly, little by little, I felt better and had more strength. I was a little confused. How could this happen
Since I left the crematorium, Yun Bai's mood has improved a lot and he said that the smell of death on me has faded.
But I couldn't leave. Ge Zhu and I came here together, but I acted as if nothing had happened. When I told Ge Zhu about this, he looked at me and found it strange.
"Maybe this is your fate. It seems you can't leave the crematorium."
"I'll try again, maybe it's a coincidence."
I continued to sell my tofu, but after only two days, I collapsed again. I knew that I really couldn't leave the crematorium.
I went home and told my father that day, and my father said.
"If that's the case, don't force it. A dead person is easier to serve than a living one."
I went back to the crematorium, and Yun Bai took the child back to the master's house, where they stayed for two months. The master tried to drive them away several times but to no avail.
Yunbai came back in March. The doors and windows were open and the smell of disinfectant was very strong. When I got home, she acted as if she didn't see me. My son ran over and stood two meters away from me. I reached out to hug him, but he backed away. This was what Yunbai taught me. I was crying in my heart, so I turned and left. When I looked back at my son, he was crying too. I really had no choice.
I always asked my father to deliver the toys I bought to me. I didn’t dare open the package because I was worried that the smell of the dead person would get on to the toys.
My father always shook his head and sighed.
I have been learning finger-painting with Ge Zhu for some time. She said that she wanted to use real leather and hoped to have such an opportunity.
I'm a little scared, is this okay
Ge Zhu is a makeup artist. She has this opportunity, but I don't. When people come in, they have to be put into the oven. (To be continued)