Chapter 3 Fans and Forget-Me-Nots
With the help of the electric scooter, Mo Bei only took an hour and a half to reach the foot of the mountain.
With the guidance of the system, he successfully found the funeral home.
It was already five in the afternoon when we arrived at our destination, and the sun was no longer as strong as it was at noon.
After avoiding two passers-by, Mo Bei lowered the brim of his hat and entered the cemetery.
He was very careful along the way and did not let the strong sunlight touch an inch of his skin. It was because of this that his body did not continue to emit the smell of decay.
Looking at the tombstones all over the ground, Mo Bei asked the system: "Where is my grave?"
[Sixth row, sixth column.]
Hearing this, Mo Bei looked around for a moment before he raised his foot and walked forward.
After a while, he saw an exquisitely shaped tombstone.
A stage photo of him with a bright smile is posted on the tombstone, and two bouquets of purple forget-me-nots are placed in front of the grave.
Looking at the photo above, Mo Bei couldn't help but remain silent.
Just when the system thought he would continue to be so quiet, it suddenly heard a sentence -
"Who sent these flowers?"
The two bouquets of flowers looked very fresh, clearly placed there in the last two days. However, none of his relatives were still alive, and he didn't have any close friends, so it seemed unlikely that anyone would visit his grave.
[Your fans. Yesterday was your birthday.]
Hearing this, Mo Bei was slightly stunned.
So much had happened since he became a zombie that he had forgotten to check what day it was.
After all, living in an unfamiliar future, time is no longer that important to him.
However, after hearing what the system said, Mo Bei subconsciously took out his mobile phone.
A huge line of numbers on the screen came into view——
2045/4/14.
His birthday happens to be April 13th.
That was yesterday. At that time, he had just "resurrected" from the tattered coffin on the mountain.
He died on the eve of his concert and birthday 20 years ago. 20 years later, on the night of his birthday, he returned to the world as a zombie.
Looking at the forget-me-nots in front of him, Mo Fei was slightly distracted.
The flower language of forget-me-not is eternal love and everlasting memories.
So, are fans expressing their longing for him?
For a moment, the dry heart in my chest tightened involuntarily again.
Mo Bei stood in front of the tomb for a long time.
To be honest, he is still a little dazed until now.
The memories of his life seem to have stayed in the past, and the scene of fans seeing him off at the airport is still etched in his mind. However, twenty years have already passed mercilessly.
But soon, the name on the tombstone next door caught his attention again.
Mo Shaokang and Jiang Yue.
Those were his parents' names.
After you died, your parents moved from Yujiang to Yuehai. They were buried here, just like you. They probably didn't want their son to be alone.
The fingers hanging by his side moved slightly. Mo Bei wanted to say something else, but the system's voice suddenly rang in his ear.
【Someone is coming.】
Seeing someone holding flowers walking towards him not far away, Mo Bei quickly pulled up his collar to cover the lower half of his face.
Just when he was about to avoid the other party and leave from the other side, he was suddenly stopped by the person who came.
"that……"
Mo Bei's body stiffened.
Wouldn't he be recognized?
Just when he was feeling uneasy, he heard a voice from behind -
"Excuse me, are you also a fan of Mo Bei?"
Hearing this, Mo Bei's heart, which had been in his throat, relaxed slightly and slowly returned to his stomach.
After calming down for a moment, he turned around slightly. Across from him, he saw a middle-aged woman in a black dress holding a bunch of forget-me-nots and looking at him inquiringly.
Mo Bei didn't dare to speak easily, and just nodded vaguely.
Seeing him admit it, the lady opposite immediately smiled.
"I didn't expect there were actually male fans coming to see Xiaobei. Previously, I only saw female fans here."
Mo Bei didn't expect to meet his fans in this way, and for a moment he didn't know how to react.
Fortunately, the fans across from him weren't surprised by his silence. She simply put the flowers down and took out a wet wipe from her bag to wipe the dust off the tombstone.
Looking at her movements, Mo Bei hesitated for a while, but finally couldn't help but speak——
"Do you come here to see him every year?"
His voice was low and hoarse, completely different from his usual self. The female fan in front of him didn't notice anything was wrong. She just nodded slightly. "That's about right. I'll come whenever I have time."
After wiping the tombstone, she carefully put away the dirty wet tissue. "Actually, there were many fans who came here to mourn him in the early years. But as time goes by, fewer and fewer people come."
"To this day, the only ones who remember his birthday are us, the fans who have been here for over 20 years."
At this point, the female fan sighed silently, "Actually, I can understand that. After all, everyone has their own things to do in real life."
Mo Bei remained silent, only looking silently at the three bouquets of flowers in front of the tombstone.
Then the female fan continued, "Originally, I was supposed to come yesterday, but something unexpected happened so I was a day late. How about you?"
Mo Bei hesitated for a moment and replied vaguely, "I'm about the same."
The female fan nodded and didn't ask any more questions, but she couldn't help but wonder in her heart.
The male fan in front of me is not only taciturn, but also dressed strangely.
The weather in mid-April wasn't exactly hot, but it certainly wasn't cold either. Yet, he wrapped himself up like a dumpling, so tightly that his face couldn't even be seen.
Considering the other party's slightly stiff and strange behavior just now, Wen Kexin couldn't help but guess -
Could it be that the other person is actually a public figure?
The more Wen Kexin thought about it, the more possible it seemed.
Over the years, almost all the people who came here to mourn Mo Bei were female fans. The men who occasionally showed up were either Mo Bei's former staff or his close friends in the circle.
The man in front of me wrapped his whole body tightly, as if he was afraid of being seen. Who else could he be if not someone in the circle?
Thinking about it carefully, since the other party avoided Mo Bei's birthday and chose to visit him the next day, and even dressed so low-key, it was obvious that he didn't want to be disturbed by others. If that was the case, why did she expose the other party?
Wen Kexin, who felt that she saw through everything, suppressed her inner excitement and looked calm.
Mo Bei, who was standing aside, had no idea that in just a few minutes, the female fan in front of him had already come up with a reasonable new identity for him.
Seeing that she hadn't said anything, he thought he might have said something wrong and aroused her suspicion.
Just as he was trying to make amends, he heard the female fan next to him suddenly lower her voice with a mysterious look on her face -
"This funeral home actually has two exits. In addition to the main entrance, there's also a small side door on the east side. It's for employees. If you're worried about being discovered, you can exit through that door."
Mo Bei: "......?"
The other party's sudden and incoherent words made Mo Bei stunned. But soon, he seemed to suddenly realize something and his eyes widened.
Meeting his shocked eyes, Wen Kexin smiled slightly——
"Even though I don't know who you are, after all these years, there are still friends in the industry who remember him. As a fan, I have to say thank you no matter what."
After saying this, the female fan nodded slightly, turned around and left the cemetery.
Watching the other person's back as he walked away, Mo Bei couldn't help but be stunned.
She seems to have misunderstood something.
"Yeah," Mo Bei pursed his lips slightly, "She thought I was someone from Mo Bei's circle who came to visit me."
[This is also good. It will avoid arousing suspicion.]
"yes."
Mo Bei didn't say anything else, just looked into the distance for a long time.
Noticing his change in mood, the system sounded a reminder—
[Now that we've finished looking at the cemetery, it's time to get down to business.]
Looking at the row of buildings in the distance, Mo Bei paused, lowered his hat and hurried away.
As the female fan mentioned earlier, there is indeed a side door on the east side for employees to enter and exit. However, this door is mainly used to transport the bodies of the deceased. The body plastic surgery room and morgue are also located in this area.
After a short delay at the grave, it was already 5:30. According to the work schedule in the hall, the funeral home should have been closed by now. However, the lights in the duty room in the distance were still brightly lit.
Avoiding the security guards in the duty room and the cameras on the wall, Mo Bei carefully slipped into the body freezer.
【Wait a minute, there's someone inside. 】
Hearing this, Mo Bei slammed on the brakes. He saw a staff member standing by a refrigerator in the distance, seemingly checking something. Seeing this, he could only quietly retreat behind the door.
【Wait until the people inside leave before you go in.】
[Don't worry, there's no surveillance in this room. Just lie down on the bed and cover yourself with a sheet. No one will notice you.]
Listening to the system's nagging instructions, Mo Bei couldn't help but ask, "Do you really want a body makeup artist to do it? Actually, I can do it myself."
Can you put on makeup?
"I haven't tried it, but I've seen how makeup artists use it."
As an artist, he'd had makeup artists do his makeup for him quite a bit in the past. Even if he hadn't eaten pork, he'd seen pigs run, so he still remembered some basic makeup procedures.
Compared with applying makeup to living people, applying makeup to corpses has an additional step of cosmetic surgery and embalming, but the makeup technique itself is actually not that complicated.
As he entered, he caught a glimpse of a body being pushed out, already painted. The makeup didn't seem too difficult. He wouldn't necessarily do worse than the other person if he did it himself.
What's more, you are most familiar with your own face.
Of course, more importantly, he was worried about asking a makeup artist to do his makeup. What would he do if his identity was accidentally exposed when he returned to the entertainment industry in the future?
Uneasy, Mo Bei informed the system of his concerns, but the system replied:
Mortuary makeup artists have a busy schedule. At their peak, they might even apply makeup to over a hundred bodies in just eight hours. Add in their years of experience, and you'd have to consider thousands, if not tens of thousands, of bodies they've painted. If you were in their shoes, could you possibly remember so many faces?
Mo Bei was suddenly speechless.
This is really not possible.
Even if the other person has a good memory, it's not uncommon for ordinary people to look like celebrities in the past, so they might not think about it that way.
[Not to mention the distant past, doesn't the corpse you resurrected look quite similar to your original body? ]
After hearing the system's analysis, Mo Bei, who was originally worried about whether doing so would be too risky, immediately put aside his unfounded worries.
[While it's good to be adventurous, the makeup tools are all in the embalming room. You can't access them unless you enter as a corpse.]
"……All right."
[The people inside are leaving. Hurry!]
At the urging of the system, Mo Bei hurried out from behind the door.
There was only one empty gurney in the huge morgue. Without time to hesitate, Mo Bei quickly lay down on it and covered it with a white cloth.
Not long after he lay down, the staff member who had just been called away by his colleagues returned to the morgue.
Zhao Xiaolou was stunned when he saw the corpse covered with white cloth on the stretcher in front of him.
"I don't think I took the deceased out of the freezer just now?"
On the bed, Mo Bei suddenly became nervous.
Fortunately, the staff in front of him were thick-skinned and quickly found the reason themselves.
"Could it be Xiao Zhang who did it?"
Muttering to himself, Zhao Xiaolou subconsciously wanted to lift the white cloth to check the deceased's information.
At this moment, a voice urging came from outside the door——
"Brother Xiaolou, hurry up! Two more were just delivered from outside! We don't have enough manpower!"
Hearing this, Zhao Xiaolou immediately said, "Okay, I'll come and help after I send this deceased person to Sister Liao."
Having said that, he did not even bother to check the deceased's information, and hurried to the body modification room while pushing the bed.
"Sister Liao, the deceased has arrived."
After handing over the body, Zhao Xiaolou explained the situation: "Chen Hao, male, 23 years old. The cause of death was a sudden heart attack. The body is well preserved and no plastic surgery is necessary."
Inside the room, Liao Yu, a body makeup artist wearing protective clothing, was about to take the list when the colleague from before came to urge him to come.
Seeing this, Zhao Xiaolou hurriedly responded twice, then smiled apologetically at Liao Yu: "Sister, two more were just sent in, and they are too busy to handle it. So..."
Liao Yu nodded: "Okay, you go ahead and do your work. Just remember to come over later."
After getting approval, Zhao Xiaolou left in a hurry.
After the person left, Liao Yu remembered that he had forgotten to verify the identity of the deceased with the other party.
But it would be troublesome to call him back after he'd already left. Besides the two who had just been brought in, this was the only deceased person left today. It wouldn't be a mistake.
Thinking of this, Liao Yu lifted the white cloth.
On the operating table, Mo Bei was extremely nervous.
After all, listening to the conversation between the two staff members, he seemed to have replaced the identity of another deceased person. If the other person's photo was posted on the list, his identity would definitely be exposed.
Fortunately, his fears didn't materialize. The body makeup artist, known as "Sister Liao," simply glanced at him and then lowered her head to make a note on the paper.
Just when he thought he had successfully fooled the person, Liao Yu, who was holding tools and preparing to put on makeup above his head, suddenly stopped.
"...Strange, it's only been 24 hours since death, why is the body this color?"
Hearing the other party's mumbling, Mo Bei's heart tightened.
The next second, he felt the other person touch his arm.
"It looks like it's been dead for a long time."
It's over! It's about to be exposed!
Mo Ji tried his best to control the urge to jump up from the dressing table and rush out the door, closing his eyes and continuing to play dead.
As long as the other party doesn't find out that he is a zombie, he can't move no matter what!
Just when he thought the makeup artist in front of him would go to ask his colleagues about the situation, he heard the other party mutter -
"This Zhao Xiaolou is really something. He even wrote the time of death wrong. I must give him a good talk later."
Hearing this, Mo Bei's heart, which was about to jump out of his chest, suddenly sank.
Fortunately, no one suspected that he was an imposter.
Without saying anything else, Liao Yu began to concentrate on applying makeup to the corpse in front of him.
Soften the dry skin, apply foundation, draw eyebrows, blush and light lipstick. The lifeless corpse gradually glows with fresh vitality.
While painting, Liao Yu suddenly stopped and looked at the face in front of him.
This move immediately lifted Mo Bei's heart again.
What's going on? Why did you suddenly stop drawing?
Just when he was puzzled, he heard a faint sigh from above -
"He's so handsome. Like a celebrity. How come he went there at such a young age?"
"Alas...what a pity."
Hearing the sigh of the corpse makeup artist, Mo Bei's nerves, which were originally tense to the point of exploding, surprisingly relaxed.
Instead, a complex emotion that is difficult to describe in words gradually enveloped my heart like a haze.
Yeah, what a pity.
Same age of 23, same untimely death.
The difference is that Chen Hao, who died of a heart attack, could not be reborn as a zombie like him.
There are too many accidents and misfortunes in this world.
Compared with other young lives that are as fleeting as fireworks, he seems extremely lucky to have a second chance at resurrection.
Thinking of this, Mo Bei suddenly felt relieved.
So what if I lose everything?
What's important is that he can still see this beautiful world.
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