Zhuo Datong's limbs were cold, staring at his wife who suddenly appeared on the wooden chair in the yard. He was not only panicked at this moment, but also felt like he was falling into a dream.
Be brave enough to get closer, and take a closer look, it is indeed Jiang Guirong, and the other person's eyes are closed, there is no alive, just a look that has been dead for a long time.
The strong smell poured into his nose again, and Zhuo Datong couldn't help taking a step back.
He hesitated for a moment, and couldn't help but say: "Gui Rong? Gui Rong?"
Staring at Jiang Guirong's sallow cheeks, the other party didn't react at all.
Zhuo Datong looked around, the door to the yard was closed, there were no other abnormalities around, and even the furnishings had not been moved.
Why is Jiang Guirong here? It looks like this is indeed the corpse of his wife, not a ghost, not a fake!
Could it be that she got up from the grave by herself, walked more than four kilometers in the middle of the night, and returned home
After raising this terrifying thought, Zhuo Datong couldn't help shivering.
After a while, he gritted his teeth and stretched out his hand, and touched Jiang Guirong who was sitting upside down.
As his hand just approached, Jiang Guirong's body slowly leaned over to the other side, fell to the ground with a puff, and leaned over with the chair.
"Dead, really dead?!" Zhuo Datong was so scared that his face paled, his whole body froze in place, at a loss.
After a long time, he finally eased over, and squeezed his thigh, which hurt. This was not a dream. His wife's body was right in front of him.
At this moment, Zhuo Datong was finally able to think normally. He squatted down again boldly and touched Jiang Guirong's already smelly hand, which was cold and without any temperature.
It is impossible for a dead person to go home by himself!
The frightened Zhuo Datong thought for a while, quickly returned to the house to find a freshly washed dark blue bed sheet, went back to the yard and covered his wife's body, then returned to the house and poured himself a large glass of water, and drank it in one gulp.
After a long time, he became calmer again, he hesitantly returned to the place where Jiang Guirong was lying, turned up the bed sheet covering the part of the other party's head, and stared at Jiang Guirong's face.
"Gui Rong?" Zhuo Datong couldn't help but yelled again.
In fact, even he didn't know why he wanted to do this, because things were too bizarre. If Jiang Guirong had come back by herself, she would most likely be able to hear her.
After a pause, there was still no response. Zhuo Datong stood up, went to the house and took out two thousand yuan, stuffed it into his trouser pocket, and then opened the courtyard door.
Standing at the door, he looked back at Jiang Guirong's corpse, a chill rose in his heart again, closed the door and left.
After arriving on the street, Zhuo Datong went straight to the Ye Laotou Coffin Shop at the end of the adjacent street, and came to Ye Laotou's Coffin Shop out of breath. It was still early, and the door was not opened at all.
Zhuo Datong knocked on the outside door, and after a long time there were footsteps inside.
"Who?"
"Lao Ye, I, Datong." Zhuo Datong answered at the door.
"You... haven't the coffin money been settled?" Old man Ye rubbed his eyes in the room, muttering to himself somewhat puzzled.
Normally, no one will knock on the door of the coffin shop unless there is a need at home or come to pay the bill.
Normally, no one would owe the coffin money, because it was a bad omen in the eyes of ordinary people, so Old Man Ye never worried about the problem that others owed the debt.
Opening the door, Zhuo Datong stood at the door sweating profusely, and said: "I know it's settled, now I have something else to look for you."
"What's the matter?" Old man Ye looked at him.
"Give me the phone number of the person who carried the body you usually contact, I'm in a hurry." Zhuo Datong said.
"What carry the corpse? Those are my apprentices, who ate with me." Old man Ye said angrily: "Buy the coffin in my store to carry the corpse. They don't usually do this kind of work."
"I'll give money!" Zhuo Datong was anxious.
Old Man Ye was a little surprised, staring into his eyes, and asked, "What are you doing? Isn't the funeral over? Why do you still have to lift the body?"
Zhuo Datong wanted to say that I can't lift myself by myself. He endured it and said, "Don't ask too much. Anyway, do me a favor. I will give you two thousand dollars as hard work and reward. You will let you both. The apprentice carried me a corpse. By the way, you should come over and take a look. You often do this. You should know some ways. I am very fascinated now!"
Old man Ye grabbed his arm, "Datong, I tell you, if you hide something from me, I won't help this, and it's impossible to give it any money!"
Zhuo Datong was too anxious, so he leaned in his ear and talked about it.
Old Man Ye became more frightened as he listened. When Zhuo Datong finished speaking, his face was as pale as paper.
"My two apprentices and I came over at noon. You go back first, find a larger sheet and wrap her up. Now the neighborhood is up, so we can't do it temporarily. We will carry it out at night.
Zhuo Datong couldn't help but nodded, took out the two thousand yuan and stuffed it into Old Man Ye's hand, and walked away worriedly.
When he returned home, there were more pedestrians on the street at this time. After entering the yard, he immediately turned and closed the door. Looking back, he saw that the corpse was still lying on the ground, the same as when he left.
Slightly relieved, Zhuo Datong quickly walked into the bedroom of the back room, found a larger light gray bed sheet, and found a bundle of twine in the yard.
He came to Jiang Guirong's corpse and squatted down, first spread the big bed sheet on the ground, then dragged Jiang Guirong's body to the middle of the bed sheet, rolled both ends, and stuffed it in the middle.
Tie the two ends in with a rope, and tie the knotted part with a loop of thin rope to form a dead knot.
In the end, he was uneasy and tied two circles in the middle of the corpse. After making sure that he was completely invisible, he sat on the ground panting.
At this moment, Zhuo Datong was sweating profusely, and his body was already weak. He couldn't lift Jiang Guirong's body by himself, so he could only use drag just now.
After sitting for a while to ease his breath, his stomach began to drum, and a pang of hunger hit.
Ever since I got up in the morning, I just drank water and didn't eat anything. Zhuo Datong was afraid that he would faint with low blood sugar.
When I was holding the noodle bowl to eat, I found that I had no appetite at all.
Just holding the bowl and standing at the door of the inner room, staring at the corpse in the yard that has been tied up and sturdy, it felt uncomfortable for a while.
"Sorry, Gui Rong! But you... How did you come back?"
I ate half of a bowl of noodles, and I can't eat it anymore.
After the sun came out after a while, Zhuo Datong was afraid that the body would rot faster after being exposed to the sun. He hurried to the yard and dragged Jiang Guirong's body to a shade under the eaves.
Just waited and did nothing.
About noon, there was a knock on the door outside the courtyard.
As if to reduce Zhuo Datong’s worries, the old man Ye’s voice followed: "Datong, open the door, it’s me." (End of this chapter)