Mr. Jin continued to put on makeup, and said to himself: "I don't know if you have children, if you do, you will lose your mother in childhood, the single-parent family will not be happy, and there will be a shadow in the psychology of growing up, why are you so ruthless?" On the way, he turned around and went to the opposite operating table to get the tools, and when he turned back, he actually saw that the corpse's eyes were open again, and they were even bigger than just now.

This time Mr. Jin felt strange, it stands to reason that even if the deceased's skin has tension, it should not rebound after the second smoothing, and even if it rebounds, it is still in a half-open state, and it is still staring so big. He was a little furious, and looked carefully at the lady's face, and his eyes were indeed wide open, and the eyeballs were foggy because of the lack of tear secretion for a long time. Mr. Jin looked at it for a long time, and then wiped it with his hands, this time he insisted on five minutes before letting go, his eyelids were closed very firmly, and it was no problem to gently lift them up with his fingers, so he was relieved.

After the makeup was finished, he looked at it with satisfaction, and then said, "Eldest sister, I am worthy of you, I am very beautiful, you will definitely be satisfied, goodbye." "Because the body after makeup will be sent to the morgue, and then it has nothing to do with him, as long as the family does not look for trouble, the body will not be seen again.

The next day, Mr. Jin came home in the morning, and after eating, he turned his head down and began to sleep. But he had a dream in which the lady who had put on the makeup last night was standing at the head of the bed, with his eyes closed, and said to him, "Thank you." Mr. Jin was also lying on the bed in his dream, and he replied, "You're welcome, it's my job." ”

The lady said, "Can you help me?"

Mr. Jin asked, "What's the matter?"

The lady said, "Say yes first." ”

Mr. Jin said, "You have to tell me something first." ”

Suddenly, the surroundings were all dark, day turned into night in an instant, the room was dark, through the dim light outside the window, Mr. Jin saw the lady's eyes wide open, and said angrily: "Why do you ask if you can't help?" stretched out his right hand and slapped Mr. Jin in the face, he suddenly woke up, saw that the sky was still bright, and the clock pointed to twelve o'clock at noon. Mr. Jin broke out in a cold sweat and sat up and gasped for a while, but his face seemed to be hot and painful, as if he had really been slapped.

At this time, his mother came in and asked him to eat, and was startled and asked, "Who, who beat you?" Mr. Jin didn't understand, and his mother pointed to Mr. Jin's face and asked what it was. Mr. Jin walked to the mirror door of the wardrobe and saw a light red five-finger print on the left side of his face, which was obviously from his right hand. He was also surprised, reached out and touched it, and it seemed that the pain was still there. Mother Jin went to check, Mr. Jin had a ghost in his heart, and he didn't dare to tell the truth, only said that there were mosquitoes staring at his left side of his face when he was sleeping, and he hit him hard in his dream, but he didn't expect to smoke himself.

"What nonsense!" Jin Mu said, "It's October now, where are the mosquitoes! Mr. Jin smiled and nodded, and Jin's mother didn't think much about it. During the meal, Mr. Jin looked at his left hand and thought to himself, could it be that he was thinking about it at night and dreaming about it every day? It was his right hand that slapped his left cheek just now? There was a mark on his face, but he couldn't see anything in the palm of his hand, and Mr. Jin finally came to the conclusion that he must have hit it himself.

It is the custom of the Chinese that the body is cremated three days after the funeral home, and on that day Mr. Jin was on the day shift, and when he was in the lounge, a colleague came to him and said that the family of the deceased wanted to see him. Mr. Jin raised his heart, there are two situations, one is to be praised, and the other is to be scolded. Fortunately, it was the former, and it was the young woman's parents and younger brother. The parents were already crying, and the deceased's younger brother held Mr. Jin's hand and said that he was very grateful for making his sister so good-looking, just like before he was alive. Mr. Jin said again and again that it was just a matter of duty, and then went back to the house.

In less than half an hour, another colleague came in and smiled while drinking water: "You can really encounter anything in the funeral home!" Mr. Jin asked what was wrong, and the colleague told him that in a farewell hall just now, there was a deceased's eyes that were originally closed, but when relatives and friends performed the funeral ceremony for the body, the deceased's eyes suddenly opened, all relatives and friends were frightened, and some even ran out of the farewell hall, and the parents of the deceased did not say that their daughter was alive again, holding the glass lid and shooting randomly, that scene was called lively.

Mr. Jin's heart moved, and he asked which deceased it was. The colleague shook his head and said he didn't know, let him see for himself, the leaders were there. Mr. Jin came to the farewell hall, and sure enough, it was the young lady he was putting on makeup. Her parents were lying on the glass lid of the coffin bed in the middle and weeping, her brother was beside her, and there were two funeral directors who couldn't pull it open. When the lady's father saw Mr. Jin coming in, he hurriedly went over and hugged his shoulders tightly: "Comrade, tell us quickly, is my daughter alive? Hurry up and open the lid, don't let her be stuffy!"

"Surely not," said Mr. Jin, "people cannot be resurrected after death, so don't be too sad." ”

The lady's father pulled him to the side of the coffin bed and pointed at the glass lid with his hand: "Look at it yourself, this is all open, isn't it resurrection?

The two directors asked Mr. Jin to persuade him, but he couldn't persuade him, those relatives and friends were almost gone, and only a few of them had a good relationship with the young lady before their death, but they also had uneasy expressions. There was a little girl of five or six years old, leaning on the glass cover, and gently patting the lid with her little hand: "Mom, Mom, come out, come out." Mr. Jin had a sour nose, went over to squat, and said to the little girl that your mother is sick and wants to go to a far away place for treatment, and she will come back when she is cured.

The little girl said, "Yes, Mom, hug." ”

Mr. Jin replied: "Mom is tired and has to rest, I can't hold you now, I can only hug you when the disease is cured." ”

The little girl pointed to her shoes: "Shoes, shoes, socks." Then he pointed to his own clothes: "Clips, clips, clothes." Then he patted the glass lid and pointed to the lady lying inside in front of Mr. Jin. Mr. Jin was a little confused and didn't understand what she meant, but he always felt that a girl as old as her should have a very complete speaking logic, and she shouldn't jump like this with one or two words. Later, the leader persuaded relatives to persuade her, and finally persuaded the lady's parents and younger brother to leave, and Mr. Jin quietly asked the deceased's younger brother why the lady's husband did not come. The younger brother didn't answer, and walked away with the little girl in his arms.

This matter has been rumored in the funeral home for five or six days, and it has slowly calmed down, after all, there are many similar rumors in this kind of place, and everyone has long been used to it.

That day, Mr. Jin was on the night shift, and he happened to have nothing to do, so he slept on a small bed in the office. In the middle of the night, he heard footsteps outside, which was very soft but still woke him up. Mr. Jin turned over and pushed the door out, and saw a woman walking slowly in the corridor, with her back to him, wearing familiar clothes, which was the lady who had been poisoned by gas that night. Mr. Jin was a little scared, but he coughed anyway, and the lady turned around and asked, "Can you help me?"