Folk Stories About Corpse Burning

Chapter 87: Fallen corpse

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Xia Chun is really brave, which is something I didn't expect.

Xia Chun had just graduated and didn't seem to be afraid of anything, just the novel. She came to the crematorium, perhaps out of curiosity. Anyway, everyone came to the crematorium for different reasons.

Xia Chun followed me into the refining room.

"This is pretty shabby. The four stoves are pretty much the same as the ones at home."

"Xia Chun, I tell you, you'd better keep your mouth shut in the crematorium and stop being curious. Be honest."

I told her the ground rules, and it seemed like she wasn't even in the first place.

"Isn't it just burning people to death? How is it different from burning wood?"

This is something I hadn't thought about, and I really don't know what's different.

I don't want to say more. It seems that without teaching her a lesson, she doesn't know how deep the water in the crematorium is.

I told Xia Chun that today we just need to watch.

I pushed the corpse in, but she was not afraid at all. She lifted the shroud and continued speaking.

“Very handsome.”

This is a man, I glared at her.

"Just watch me do it. When you do it in the future, don't make any mistakes, otherwise you will get into a lot of trouble."

Xia Chun didn't agree with it, and I didn't want to say too much.

The manager came in and asked me to go out for a while. I took a look at the stove and knew that it would be ten minutes, so it would be fine if I came back in eight minutes.

I went out and the manager called me aside and told me there was a job tomorrow, to clean the furnace, the first furnace. I knew it was just this job and there was usually nothing else he wanted to ask me for.

I went back and was stunned. Xia Chun actually hooked out part of the body and looked at it.

I started sweating. This was a dead body. There was no way to escape the bad luck.

"stop."

I yelled, Xia Chun shivered, and seeing that I was really anxious and her face looked wrong, she stood aside.

I immediately pushed the corpse back, turned up the fire, and added more oil.

I sat down, smoked, and looked at the stove. I didn't want to say anything at the moment, as Xia Chun started to show off in a moment.

"Go, go find the director."

Xia Chun left with a flick of his sleeves. I was so annoyed. If this matter was nothing, it would be fine. But if it was something, it would be no small matter. Dumping corpses is the most taboo thing and no one dares to do it.

I knew something had definitely happened, but I didn't know what it was. Master Yun Zheng just told me that this was not allowed and it was the most terrifying thing.

The director came to me and asked me what happened. I told him what happened, and he stayed there for a long time before saying anything.

"Please handle this matter. You must handle it well. I will find someone to take your place in the next few days. Just handle this matter."

"I won't accept this apprentice."

I went home and entered the bedroom. My father didn't say anything. When I was in a bad mood, my father would not say anything. He would put rice and tea in the pot and I would eat when I wanted to.

I have never seen such a courageous girl, who actually hooked out the bones to look at them. Is there something wrong with her brain? I can't figure it out.

The crime of dumping corpses is the most serious crime. The corpse is scattered or separated and moved to other places, so that there is no complete body. This is what we usually call "dismembered body". Although the deceased was not dismembered, you angered him. The person is dead, but the other part is alive, and it is hurt when it is pulled apart, just like a human being. If something is pulled off your body, it would be strange if it doesn't hurt. This hatred will soon manifest itself.

Xia Chun is my apprentice and we have a contract. Although I don't want to do it in my heart, there is nothing I can do about it. Everyone knows that it would be unreasonable and unacceptable for me not to help her.

I don't want to go find Master Yun Zheng. That would be a painful thing for me. Yun Bai is still the same, and I don't want to go home anymore.

That day I went to see He Dana, he was sitting in the yard enjoying himself, and when I went in, he started shouting "son". I will never get used to it, this man has a loud voice and likes to yell.

I sat down and told him about this matter, and was very straightforward with him.

"This girl is amazing, she looks a bit like me..."

He closed his mouth, looking sad, and it seemed that he was in pain too.

"Okay, just bring her here tomorrow. That damn devil won't come looking for you for three days."

I drank too much with He Dana and didn't go home. Home no longer meant anything to me. It was worse than a cold place. A cold place is only cold, but there was a pain that was colder than ice.

In the middle of the night, I heard footsteps and I woke up immediately. He Dana had no legs and could not walk, so there would be no footsteps. The walls of this courtyard were very high and the door was very tight. Who came in

I looked out the window and was stunned. I saw He Dana walking around in the yard, looking for something. How could he walk without his legs? I saw the legs with my own eyes. They were cut off. They were really gone. The two trouser legs were empty.

After staying there for more than ten minutes, He Dana returned to his room.

Until dawn, I felt groggy and didn't dare to sleep well.

When I woke up in the morning, I looked at He Dana's legs. He looked at me and said.

"You've seen it all. It's best not to talk about it. It won't do you any good."

He Dana suddenly changed his usual behavior and became so serious that your heart sank to the bottom of the water.

I went to Xia Chun's home, and she told me that her home was in Zhangjialou, one of the few buildings in the city. Zhangjialou was built by a capitalist, Zhang Xiaolou, who later committed suicide by jumping off the building. I don't know how it became Xia's building. It was a three-story building with dozens of rooms, all of which belonged to Xia's family.

Standing outside, Xia Chun saw me and waved to me.

"Master, I'm here."

Xia Chun ran out, took my hand and went in. Her parents were there.

"Where did this crazy girl get such a spooky man back from?"

It seems that Xia Chun always brings men back.

"My master."

"Oh, sorry, sorry."

Xia Chun's father said.

"It's okay. I came here today for something. I'll take a rest these two days."

Xia Chun made some tea, which was very good.

"What's up?"

I looked at Xia Tian, and Xia Chun's father looked at her, and she went upstairs. It seemed that Xia Tian was still afraid of her father. I told him the story directly.

"Is it that evil?"

"You have never been to a crematorium. That is another world, so you don't know. Let me give you an analogy. If someone dies in a car accident or jumps into a well, it is like a natural death. In fact, if you think about it carefully, there are many things that are wrong. This is the power of another world driving you to do it. It is not an accident. Accidents are just our impressions. As the saying goes, you can't get four out of three points in your destiny. If you are destined to die at thirty, you will not live past thirty-one."

Seeing that Xia Chun's father was a cultured man, he took off the mirror and stood in front of the window and said.

"When I was studying in the UK, I knew someone like this and I knew a little bit about it, but I had never seen him, so I was still skeptical."

"Well, I won't do anything. I'll wait for three days and see what strange things will happen. However, I'm afraid that by then, if it doesn't take control of the situation, your daughter will be in trouble."

"Okay, I'll go see if there's anything weird going on."

It seems that Xia Chun's father doesn't believe it. No matter how much you read, you will never believe in things you have not encountered or experienced.

I stood up.

"Master Ke, please stay for dinner."

"No need. If you have any problems in three days, come to me."

The manager asked me to do this these two days, so I didn't go to work. I didn't want to see Bai Jie. She came to work at the crematorium, and it turned out to be the refining and chemical department, so we were on the wrong shift.

Ge Zhu came to see me. I was drinking with my father at his house. It seemed that there were very few games in that era. Apart from drinking and reading, there seemed to be no other activities.

Ge Zhu said in my room.

"There's a job tomorrow and I don't want to miss it."

"Aren't you afraid that something might happen again?"

"If you want to go out, you can go out. If you don't want to go out, you can't go out."

"You want to get thirteen finger-paintings for a purpose, right? It's not just because you like them, and it's not just to find the murderer of the dead person, or the real murderer."

Ge Zhu hesitated for a moment and said.

"Yes, that's right. I want her skin, so I have to do things for her. I don't want to owe her anything. If it is a normal death, I won't touch it, because there is nothing I can do for her. I don't want to go to another world to repay these debts after death, just like in this world, some people come here just to repay their debts and suffer all their lives."

"What's the purpose?"

"I'm sorry, that's all I can tell you."

Ge Zhu looked very unhappy.

After Ge Zhu left, my father asked me.

"Yun Bai doesn't want to get a divorce, what are your plans?"

"It can only be like this, waiting for Xiaozhe to grow up a little bit."

My father sighed.

Three days later, I went to see He Dana. He was still sitting in the yard. The place he liked to sit was next to a pond with fish, grass, and thin stones. It seemed as if he was recalling something, this southerner.

I called my godfather and he woke up.

"Son is here? Sit down."

I sat down and told the story.

"Xia Chun's father is interesting. No one wants to see ghosts, but he wants to see them."

"I studied in the UK. I am not an ordinary person."

"Being educated doesn't necessarily mean you understand that much, it's just the other side, he will never understand this aspect."

"What kind of things are going to happen?"

"I don't know. I'll only know when it happens. If he wants to see it, then let him see it. When he can't control it, that's fate, that's a debt, and this is a payback."

He Dana asked someone to bring food.

He and I drank in the small pavilion in the yard. It was really beautiful here and I liked it this way.

"I see you like this place very much, but you are not allowed to enter the eighteen rooms. You can only wander around outside. And don't enter your room or my room. After I die, this place will belong to you and you can enter because you are the master. Only the master can enter the eighteen rooms."

"Godfather, why can't I come in?"

"You ask too many questions. Master Yunzheng must have told you, and on your first day at work, don't be curious. Curiosity will cost you your life in the crematorium."

That’s indeed the case. Master Yunzheng told me this on my first day at work, and he told me this more than once.

In the afternoon, He Dana drank a little too much, so I sent him back to his room. Then Xia Chun's father came and I told him that I would be here and he should not look for He Dana anymore.

One can tell a person’s cultivation level from the sound of knocking on the door. It is indeed a cultured way of knocking.

I opened the door, Xia Chun's father nodded and said something, so I let him in.

He Dana fell asleep and we sat in the yard.

"Tell me more when you are tired."

"Around noon today, Xia Chun went out to play with her former classmates. I was sitting in the living room reading a book, and the book was missing pages. It was a very precious book, and there was no sign of it being torn. I can say for sure that it is absolutely impossible. The book is in one of my boxes, and no one can open it."

This kind of thing seems very gentle, and it is a nice strange incident, without blood, without life-threatening, and it is a comfortable one. It seems that the deceased should be a cultured person, and culture is what he plays with after death.

He Dana woke up an hour later and called me. I took Xia Chun's father in and introduced him. He looked at Xia Chun's father and said, "Sit down." Then I made tea for him. (To be continued)