The mirror has always been an element closely related to the silly talks of the countryside or the urban grotesques. Before there was a mirror, in Greek mythology, there was a section of the beautiful boy Naxos who died of his reflection in the water. After the appearance of the bronze mirror, there are countless legends about the mirror.
As a result, everyone was frightened the moment they saw the corpse of Jiro Mae Kishi in front of the bathroom mirror.
He put his hands on the bathing platform and lowered his head, but he could see that he was staring at himself in the mirror. Did he want to see his dying appearance? Therefore, even after his death, Qian Jiang was still looking at the corpse in the mirror.
They don’t know why Qianjiang can stand with his whole body supported by just two arms, because the weight of a person is very large, especially after a dead person has shed his whole body strength, so they have a very vivid adjective called: dead. Dead.
But he stood so strangely, and still stood here, watching himself rotting and stinking, until the arrival of a group of people collecting his body.
Xiao Zhao and the others brought the body bag, sent the corpse to the funeral home for treatment, did a simple farewell ceremony, and then sent it to the crematorium. This was the task of the cleaning company.
Out of respect for the body, a group of people bowed to Qianjiang first, and then put the hideous body into the body bag together. When the zipper was closed, the rich smell of rancidity in the room seemed to be reduced. Some.
The weird sense of oppression also disappeared a lot. But their task is not over yet. All the relics of the deceased in the room must be sorted out, or sent to the garbage station, or sent to auction to deduct the debts of the deceased during his lifetime, or the cleaning company will take away the deductible salary.
In short, this is a complicated and hard work. The lonely deceased often has little wealth, but the garbage in the house is piled up. The sweepers need to clean up one by one. This is an extremely time-consuming task, and it is also quite a challenge for a person. Psychological endurance.
If seeing a corpse is a momentary visual impact, then in the garbage dump, it will never be possible to predict what the next garbage will be. This is a long drain on the psychological line of defense.
Fortunately, Qianjiang's home is not too messy. Xiao Zhao is responsible for tidying up Qianjiang's room.
The bed was very dirty, and a thick layer of black oil had formed on it. Xiao Zhao took apart the bedding for inspection, and the bed sheets had to be lifted up, because the lonely deceased had the habit of hiding their property, and the bedding sheets were a popular spot.
He took apart the bed methodically, and there was nothing left, but when he turned around, he saw an envelope under the bed board, which should have slipped down the seam of the bed.
He was lying on the ground with thick dust on his face, and an old smell that no one had cleaned up came to his nose. Without paying attention, he stretched out his arms and took out the envelope under the bed. A thick layer of ash has accumulated, and it seems to have fallen for a long time.
He had a foreboding that this would be a suicide note. After opening it, as he expected, it was indeed the suicide note of Jiro Mae Kishi.
It is very common to find a suicide note in the home of the deceased, but the dust accumulated on this envelope should have been written for a long time, and it has not been two or three years to accumulate such a thick dust. Xiao Zhao is a little curious about what will appear in a suicide note written so long in advance. (End of this chapter)