Going up to the second floor, Zhou Ze saw Miss Liu's family. What was strange was that he didn't see any men, only three women.
One has gray hair and is in old age; one is graceful and middle-aged; the other is about the same age as Miss Liu.
When Zhou Ze walked in, he found that the priest was also there, talking to the elderly woman, as if he was comforting her.
The old lady just listened and the priest just talked. Everyone seemed to be doing their duty and going through the motions. It would be a lie to say that there was a sad atmosphere in the room.
Of course, you cannot blame the living for their indifference to the dead, because the problem the living need to face is how to continue living.
"Hello, are you Ms. Liu Yanhua Liu?"
Zhou Ze walked up to the middle-aged woman and asked.
"Hi, I am."
Ms. Liu took out a handkerchief and wiped the corners of her eyes.
Zhou Ze felt that she was more like wiping eye boogers than tears, because it was hard to tell that she was really crying.
The woman's collarbone was very clear, her figure was a little thin, and her forehead was protruding, making her look very uncomfortable.
In fact, this is a face that will bring bad luck to the husband.
Culture is a carrier, a unit. In every era, any politics, economy, and even those low-class things like feng shui and physiognomy are all influenced by culture.
For example, in ancient times there was a saying that "women who kill their husbands" are typical examples of women being treated as appendages of a patriarchal society. This is a very unfair and wrong statement.
Zhou Ze didn't believe this at first, even though he was a ghost.
But think about it,
One family, three generations.
Not a single man was to be seen.
Believe it or not, it seems quite difficult.
Zhou Ze explained her purpose. Xu Qinglang had already communicated with her before and reached a preliminary agreement, but did not progress to the specific price.
"Mr. Zhou, please come to my daughter's funeral. I would like to express my gratitude to Mr. Zhou on her behalf. As for the shop, since Mr. Zhou likes it, please go back and think of a number for the rent. As long as it's not too outrageous, I won't refuse."
So easy to talk to
Zhou Ze was stunned for a moment. He was a doctor in his previous life and had never done business, so he was a little unfamiliar with negotiating prices with others for the first time, but this Ms. Liu seemed very generous.
Zhou Ze nodded, said a few words of comfort and condolence, turned around and left tactfully. Now he just needed to negotiate a price with Xu Qinglang and send it over and that would be enough.
After going down the stairs and coming to the corner, Zhou Ze walked to the metal door again, reached out to push it, and found that it was locked.
Zhou Ze reached out and knocked.
No one responded from inside.
Very helpless,
I am also very confused.
As a ghost messenger,
A door and a wall can stop you. This ghost messenger seems too shameless.
It's a pity that Zhou Ze can't be like the little loli.
"biu",
It's out.
"biu",
Went in again.
Zhou Ze really couldn't open this door.
Back in the hall, most of the guests who came to pay their respects had left. The hall was being cleaned up and the coffin was carried away. As for Miss Liu, she would be sent to the crematorium for cremation soon.
When a person dies, it is like a light going out, and he ends up being just a steamed bun.
Every funeral always gives people this kind of negative emotion.
Zhou Ze stopped a female worker who was cleaning and asked, "Excuse me, do you know Chen Zesheng?"
"Oh, he was the previous boss here." The female worker replied with some surprise, "He has died, and his funeral was yesterday."
"Oh." Zhou Ze nodded, and then asked: "Can I ask who your current boss is?"
"It's the previous boss's brother. He just went to the basement." The female worker answered. Then, worried that Zhou Ze didn't understand, she explained: "Look, it's at the entrance of the stairs. It's a place dedicated to collecting the remains of the deceased."
"Thanks."
"You're welcome."
Zhou Ze walked to the metal door again.
He must go in.
Then they captured the funny guy who died for some unknown reason but was still alive and kicking and delivering his business card to the ghost.
But this door,
How should I open it
I knocked hard on the door several times.
There was still no movement at the door, and no one responded from inside.
The female worker just said that their current boss had just gone in, which obviously meant something was not right. Of course, Zhou Ze wouldn't care whether something unexpected happened to the current boss in there, as he wasn't that kind.
Just as Zhou Ze was about to find a tool to try to pry the door open,
Zhou Ze found that the door was opened.
There stood a young man in a black suit with a white flower on his chest.
"What's the matter?" asked the young man.
Isn’t this the person who just stuffed the postcard into his pocket? If nothing unexpected happens, he should be the current boss, Chen Zesheng’s younger brother.
"There is something I want to talk to you about, about your brother." Zhou Ze said, and he had already made up his mind that if this guy couldn't communicate, he would knock him out first and then go in to find Chen Zesheng.
"Oh, okay, come in."
The man seemed easy to talk to and made a gesture of invitation to Zhou Ze.
Zhou Ze looked at the man deeply and walked in.
The two steel beds are still in place, and the freezer is also there.
"Where is your brother's body?" Zhou Ze asked.
"My brother's funeral was held yesterday. Are you my brother's friend, sir?"
"I guess so." Zhou Ze said perfunctorily.
"My brother's body was cremated yesterday."
Are you kidding me
Zhou Ze nodded, indicating that he understood, then turned around and left.
The man in the suit looked at Zhou Ze's back, his eyes revealing a hint of deep thought.
… …
The evening breeze was cool, and the rape flowers surrounding the villa created a bleak atmosphere under the moonlight, just like a grand funeral, and everything here was just embellishment and preparation.
The workers have all gotten off work and there is no accommodation provided here, even though it is large and spacious. Of course, the workers don't want to live here.
The man in the black suit placed a series of dishes on the round table in the hall. All of them were cold dishes, without any heat at all.
Then he poured wine into the glasses on the table, which was old rice wine.
Then, he walked to the entrance of the corridor and shouted upwards:
"Dinner is ready."
Three women,
From the youngest to the oldest, they came downstairs one after another. They took their seats without any hesitation.
The priest did not leave either, but stood beside the table.
The man in the suit went to the basement again and pushed out a stretcher covered with a white cloth, followed by the second, third, and fourth stretcher.
The hall began to be filled with a strong smell of plastic and disinfectant.
The elderly woman began to cough.
The middle-aged woman looked unhappy.
The young man covered his nose and waved his hands.
"Why are there so many people?" Ms. Liu asked dissatisfiedly.
"Since we have agreed to arrange a ghost marriage for my brother and sister-in-law, we have to invite my father and mother to participate to make it official."
"Your family is really perverted." The old woman muttered, "No wonder your brother would instigate my granddaughter to jump off the building with him."
"This matter is not my brother's fault. My brother has been running the family business. He was reluctant to die. It was your family that had a tradition of men committing suicide. My sister-in-law was influenced by the family education and took my brother to commit suicide together."
"Hmph." The old woman was too lazy to argue about this and urged, "Hurry up if you want to do it. I'm a little sleepy."
"good."
The man in the suit first lifted the white cloth on the stretcher, revealing Miss Liu's body.
Miss Liu was picked up and placed on a chair, and then tied there with several plastic knots so that she could maintain a dignified sitting posture.
Then, the man in the suit lifted the white sheet covering his brother, picked him up, and let him sit next to Miss Liu.
However, my brother's sitting posture seemed to be maintained very well and did not require any knots to fix it.
The man in the suit was a little surprised, but he didn't take it too seriously.
"Why do these two poor kids have to suffer?"
The old woman squeezed out a few tears. It must have been really hard.
Ms. Liu comforted her mother.
Ms. Liu's daughter comforted her mother.
The three women snuggled together, crying, comforting, and talking.
The newlyweds sat in their seats coldly.
Eyelids tightly closed,
They can't see.
This table of food is prepared for them.
But the drama at this table has nothing to do with them.
The man in the suit tied red flowers on the chest of his brother and sister-in-law, intending to make them look more festive, but it gave people a colder impression.
"Just don't open your eyes and don't disturb them too much."
When Ms. Liu saw the man in the suit trying to use tape to hold open the corpse's eyelids, she immediately spoke up to stop him.
She had already overcome a great psychological barrier by agreeing to the ghost marriage, and now sitting at the same table with two corpses, she felt even more uncomfortable. If the corpses' eyes were to open again, she really wouldn't be able to sit there any longer.
The man in the suit was stunned for a moment, but nodded in agreement.
Then, the man in the suit shouted to another stretcher:
"Mom, my brother is having a happy event today, please come and see it."
As he spoke, the man in the suit lifted the white sheet, revealing the body of a middle-aged woman.
She was wearing a cheongsam and looked very wealthy and elegant, but she must have been dead for many years, and even the best embalming measures could not completely restore her image.
A green glow has already appeared deep inside the skin. This is just a skin, a skin that has undergone too many special treatments in order to preserve its appearance as much as possible.
I placed my mother on a chair, next to the old lady.
The old lady shuddered with fear, but said nothing.
Ms. Liu took one look at her "mother-in-law" and didn't dare to look at her a second time.
at last,
The man in the suit said to the last stretcher lane:
"Dad, my brother is getting married today, please wake up..."
"Why."
A response came from under the white sheet.
The man in the suit trembled, and a look of horror appeared on his face.
The three women at the table also began to tremble with fear. The young girl almost screamed, but quickly covered her mouth.
Even the priest raised his head suspiciously, not understanding what was going on.
The man in the suit didn't dare to reach out to lift the white sheet anymore.
But the person inside took the initiative to lift the white sheet.
Zhou Ze stretched lazily, moved his neck, made a few crisp sounds, and said apologetically:
"Sorry, my pillow was occupied by a stupid woman today, so I borrowed your freezer to sleep.
not bad,
It’s just that I’ve been living a good life for too long, and I feel my body is a little stiff sleeping in the freezer.”