"No way! This is too damn weird, I wouldn't go even for ten thousand yuan!"
I feel like if Su Mingyang shook his head any harder, his head would fall off.
Just then, Sister Wu opened the office door and came out.
Seeing us squatting on the ground, she frowned unhappily and asked us why we weren't going to burn paper money in Hall Number Three, but instead squatting here.
Our crematorium does indeed offer special services such as burning paper money and acting as a filial son/daughter.
None of those people stayed behind. We naturally took on the task of burning paper money for them at night, which cost 301 yuan per night.
"Sister Wu, you don't know, just now..."
Just as Su Mingyang was about to speak, Sister Wu waved her hand to interrupt him and handed each of us a red envelope.
"This is a 'benefit' from the Lord's family. After everything is done, there will be another one!"
I took it and touched it; it was a thick stack.
Upon seeing the red envelope, Su Mingyang forgot what he was going to say.
Upon opening it, he exclaimed in surprise, "Holy crap, 16,800!"
so much?
In the past, after we finished our work, the host would give us a "lucky gift" and two packs of good cigarettes as a blessing.
But most of the lucky numbers are 11, 16, or 18.
Those who want to be more extravagant can book a room for 168.
This is the first time I've ever seen someone spend tens of thousands of yuan on a gift; that's incredibly extravagant.
I asked Sister Wu, "Sister, why did the host give so much? Is there some special request?"
Sister Wu habitually pushed up her glasses and said with a smile, "They're rich! To a rich person, ten thousand yuan is no different from one yuan to us poor people. If I had to ask for anything, I'd like you to put on some red makeup for the corpse!"
"Doing bridal makeup on a dead person?"
Sister Wu nodded: "This is the host's wish, just do as they say."
At this point, Sister Wu paused for a moment before continuing, "There's one more thing, the body is rather unsightly, so you should be prepared."
I didn't take it to heart. What uglier corpse haven't I seen?
I remember a female corpse that made me feel nauseous for the first time in my life.
The girl was quite young, about sixteen or seventeen. She stole her family's electric motorcycle and rode it on the road, only to collide with a truck carrying firewood.
Half of his body looked like it had been caught in a meat grinder, a bloody mess, a truly gruesome sight.
Intestines and some internal organs spilled out of the abdominal cavity and hung on the firewood sticking out from the rear of the truck.
The other half of her body flew off the railing and has not been found.
When they found the other half of her body, the corpse was already severely deformed and highly decomposed.
The entire corpse looked like a puddle of foul-smelling mud.
The swollen flesh and tattered clothes were stuck together tightly.
When you lift it up, it feels like pulling candied sweet potatoes, with long, sticky strands of meat stretching between the skin and clothes.
When Su Mingyang and I were 'helping' her up from the ground, a [body avalanche] occurred.
Suddenly, with a "thud," a large clump of white, wriggling maggots fell from the girl's back, instantly scattering all over the ground.
Then, just like rain, it fell all over the ground with a pattering sound, and maggots crawled everywhere.
In the end, we had no choice but to use a one-meter-long body bag, like rolling up a pancake, to slowly roll the body inside.
Could this corpse be any more disgusting than that little girl's corpse?
"I told you it's no problem," Sister Wu said with a faint smile.
He gently patted my hand a few times, and said something with a double meaning.
"Xiao Chen, you know I've always had high hopes for you, don't let me down!"
Although Ms. Wu is over forty years old, she is very well-maintained.
Her skin remained firm, and she exuded the charm of a mature woman, like a fine wine that only gets better with age.
I understand what she means.
However, I don't have a [Earth Soul], so I don't know what love is. Whenever this happens, I try to avoid it.
Watching Sister Wu turn and leave, Su Mingyang nudged me with his elbow, feeling utterly disappointed.
"Brother, are you stupid? Sister Wu was just hinting to you that if you could get on her good side, you could save yourself at least twenty years of hardship! Others would love to have this opportunity."
I gave him a cold glance: "You want to go?"
"Of course I want to, but the problem is that they don't like me."
Su Mingyang pouted, hoisted the two bags of paper money and gold ingots onto his shoulder, and walked toward Hall No. 3.
I glanced at him and asked, "Didn't you say you wouldn't go even if you were offered ten thousand yuan?"
Su Mingyang chuckled: "I won't go for ten thousand yuan, but they're offering sixteen...six...sixteen thousand."
Before he could finish speaking, his eyes widened suddenly, and his pupils contracted sharply.
He froze on the spot as if struck by lightning, staring intently at the door of Hall 3.
"Old Chen, didn't you say you locked the door with rebar? How...how did the door open?"
yes.
I remember jamming the door with rebar before I left, unless the corpse could break the rebar that was fixed to the outside from the inside.
The rebar was found undamaged and lying to the side, and the door showed no signs of being hit, so it didn't look like it had been forced open from the inside.
It's more like the door was opened from the outside.
Su Mingyang glanced at it and exclaimed, "Who went in? I remember Sister Wu said it was just the two of us on duty today."
I peeked through the slightly ajar door and half-closed my eyes.
Because there is a five or six-meter bend in the road from the mortuary to the iron gate, you can't see what's going on inside, but you can vaguely hear some noises.
It looks like someone is rummaging through things.
Su Mingyang heard it too and muttered in a low voice, "Damn it, are thieves this brazen now? They're even stealing from the morgue."
I glanced at him sideways but didn't say anything.
Although it's unlikely, it's not impossible.
Hall No. 3 was built on the side of the road to make it easier for family members to keep watch at night. It is semi-open and outsiders can come and go as they please.
Even the staff at the funeral home have difficulty controlling it completely.
That's why I didn't lock the door before leaving, but instead used a rebar clamp to secure it.
Because there was no lock at all.
I weighed the rebar in my hand, gestured for Su Mingyang to be quiet, and gently opened the door.
Su Mingyang quickly picked up a brick and followed behind me.
The morgue still uses those old-fashioned tungsten filament lamps.
The light was not very bright, barely illuminating a small area around it, while the rest of the corners were swallowed by darkness.
Just as I was about to turn the corner, a strange sound reached my ears.
The humming sounds were like someone laboring hard, or like some kind of suppressed panting.
A figure was seen lying inside the opened coffin, its body heaving violently.
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