"This is too cruel! They actually pieced several people together. Is this something a human being would do? No way, call the police immediately!"
Just as Su Mingyang was about to take out his phone to call the police, I grabbed him.
"Don't call the police!"
Su Mingyang pointed at the female corpse in the coffin with a puzzled look on his face and shouted angrily.
"Why can't we call the police? This involves several lives! This is a crime!"
I took a deep breath and calmly asked him, "What will you say when the police come?"
"Just tell the truth!"
Do you think the other person will believe it?
Su Mingyang became excited again.
"Why don't you believe me? The evidence is right in front of us. The police have professional equipment and they'll find out quickly. This girl was definitely killed by the group that brought the body here, and they're trying to cover it up! If we don't talk, we'll be accomplices!"
I let go of his hand: "The reason they came to burn the bodies in the middle of the night was that they didn't want anyone to know what they had done."
"If you call the police now, those people can just find two people to take the blame, but have you thought about the consequences for yourself? Do you think they'll let you off the hook?"
"Since Sister Wu evacuated everyone else, leaving only the two of us behind, do you think she doesn't know anything? Why doesn't she say anything?"
"Because she's someone you can't afford to offend."
"If you don't believe me, you can call the police right now!"
"How could this be..."
Su Mingyang wanted to continue arguing, but he fell silent after saying only three words.
After a long silence, he slammed his hand heavily on the coffin: "What a load of bull! Does having money and power mean you can do whatever you want?"
That's just how the world is.
I lit three incense sticks and placed them in the incense burner, then took out my tools to apply makeup to the female corpse.
"It's not that money and power are omnipotent, but without them, you might not even be able to 'die' fairly once! Stop standing there, put away your ridiculous emotions, and do what you're supposed to do! We can't afford to mess with those people!"
I noticed it when the eight men were carrying the coffin; their right hands were covered in calluses, and the skin on their palms and between their thumbs was especially thick.
In particular, there are some irregular dents on the fingertips and the edges of the palms.
This is a mark left after holding a hard object for a long time.
It's either a knife or a gun.
They had bodyguards with guns, drove luxury cars worth millions, and used coffins made of ebony worth tens of thousands.
For ordinary people, someone of this caliber is like a god!
How can we compete with them?
Based on a sense of justice?
Su Mingyang wasn't stupid; he knew that while the law seemed fair, it only applied to the wealthy.
Because they can always hire the best lawyers to weave a web for them to escape punishment.
The poor may struggle to even obtain basic legal aid, and end up getting hurt in the face of so-called "justice."
So after cursing a few times, he sat down next to me, still feeling indignant, and started burning paper money in the brazier.
At this point, I had also finished applying red makeup to the corpse.
After pulling a blue cloth over her head, the vigil began. There are many customs associated with keeping vigil here.
From the moment the incense is lit until the rooster crows at dawn, the incense must never be extinguished.
If it breaks, that would be a real problem.
This is a great disrespect to the deceased, disturbing their soul and preventing them from finding peace on their journey to the next world. It will also bring bad luck to the family.
Fearing he wouldn't be able to stay up late, Su Mingyang carried a case of beer and opened a bag of sunflower seeds and peanuts.
At first, everything seemed normal; we were sitting face to face.
He calls me Lao Chen, and I call him Mingyang.
After a few bottles of wine, he sat down next to me, his face flushed, and put his arm around my neck, his mouth almost touching my face when he spoke.
He kept saying, "Brother, listen to me..."
I don't drink often, but after he kept calling me "brother," I ended up drinking a few more bottles and eventually fell asleep in a daze.
When I woke up, it was already past 11 p.m.
Looking at the incense burner, all three incense sticks had already burned out.
This is bad news!
Fortunately, there were only the two of us in the morgue, and there were no security cameras. If there had been family members there, some of them might have gotten into a fight with us.
I took out three incense sticks and was about to light them when I noticed Su Mingyang squatting next to the small offering table with his back to me.
"The incense has gone out, why don't you light it again?" I shouted at him.
Su Mingyang didn't answer me. He remained sitting with his back to me, his shoulders shrugging.
She cried?
I frowned, wondering if something had happened to his mother.
Su Mingyang's mother suffers from uremia and cardiovascular disease. She may be fine one second, but she may be gone the next.
Seeing him disregarding the taboo of keeping watch and secretly crying here, I guessed that his mother had passed away.
I lit the incense and stuck it in the incense burner, then leaned over to check on him: "Brother, are you alright?"
I was stunned as soon as he finished speaking.
Su Mingyang closed his eyes and inhaled the incense as if he were bewitched.
The incense stick in his hand shortened rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and wisps of smoke were inhaled directly into his nostrils, a scene that was indescribably eerie.
I instinctively looked down at his feet.
The ground was covered with countless incense sticks, scattered haphazardly. It was impossible to tell how long he had been inhaling them.
After the incense in his hand burned out, Su Mingyang casually tossed it aside.
Like a starving beast spotting its prey, it suddenly rushed to the incense burner, sniffing hard, with an expression of enjoyment even appearing on its face.
Humans eat, ghosts inhale the fragrance!
Su Mingyang is not dead yet, but he has done things like a ghost.
Sleepwalking?
We've known each other for so many years, and sometimes we even share a room, but I've never seen him sleepwalk.
I heard that if someone is sleepwalking, you can't wake them up easily, or they will die, or at least become mentally disabled, so I didn't dare to wake him.
It's just incense, right? Funeral homes may not have much else, but they'll definitely have plenty of incense.
Even though I'm not a superstitious person, I could guess what was behind this at that moment.
I turned to look at the coffin.
They discovered that the blue cloth covering the woman's body had fallen to the ground, revealing her pale, bloodless face.
Her eyes, however, had been opened at some point.
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