This is a batch of simple cremation equipment, which is not compared with regular nature, but there are many characteristics that cannot be possessed by regular equipment. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

For example, the temperature of the general equipment rises very slowly, and it may take about ten minutes to resist the heat before it can reach a high temperature of more than 500 degrees. But this kind of equipment does not take so long, and the temperature in the furnace can reach 500 degrees in one minute, which undoubtedly saves a lot of time.

In addition to saving time, it can also save materials, because these big guys don't use charcoal, they use electricity to maintain the supply, which is much more convenient than the old antiques in the cremation room.

After all, Tang Yan has been working in the crematorium for some time and has some understanding of these equipment. At first, he asked Lao Zhao to get one back, but Lao Zhao refused. After all, back then, unlike now, it took ten days and eight days for a person to die, and there was no need to waste money on it.

It's different now, so many people die every day, and it's really time for a special time to solve it with special methods.

Of course, what surprised Tang Yan the most was not the equipment brought by Lao Zhao, nor the professionals who were debugging the equipment, but the three heavy armored vehicles that drove from a distance.

This is a vehicle unique to the army, Tang Yan had seen some of them at the Liusha Bridge at the beginning, but it was to send people out of Nankun City, and it was normal to dispatch the army. But he did not expect that the army would come to such a place.

Tang Yan sighed: "Uncle Zhao, you are generous." ”

Zhao Xingxing laughed: "It's nothing, it's nothing, it's just a small scene." What's... The magic is one foot high, and the road is one foot high, do you really think that no one can cure them? ”

Tang Yan said with a smile: "I have studied these things a long time ago, and they are naturally time-saving than our old antiques, but there are fewer bone slags from cremation." But at this time, it has to be like this. ”

Zhao Xingxing nodded and said, "You little guy really didn't do it in vain! Actually, our old antiques can't completely leave the bone slag, no matter how precise the control is, it will shrink." ”

Tang Yan looked around and asked in a low voice, "Uncle Zhao, are you going to use these things to suppress Long Teng?" But even if there is an army, it is impossible for them to spit out all the money they have earned in the past two days. ”

Zhao Xingxing smiled mysteriously: "Of course it's more than that, just look at it! How much you earn, how much you make them vomit, and even let them vomit blood." ”

Tang Yan didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in Lao Zhao's gourd, but looking at his confident face, he inevitably had some expectations in his heart.

Longteng Real Estate has a great influence in Nankun City, and nearly thirty percent of the real estate in the city is controlled by them. With the national stunt development qualification, countless big projects will be inexplicably linked to them in the end.

There is no doubt that in this field, Longteng is undoubtedly in the leading position.

Such a Big Mac, Lao Zhao said that he wanted them to bleed heavily, is this a joke?

If it was before, Tang Yan would naturally think it was a joke, but after this incident, he would not think that Lao Zhao was still the enthusiastic uncle before, let alone that he was an ordinary person.

All in all, there is a drama to watch!

With these professionals, Tang Yan was naturally much more leisurely, and he didn't take care of the old antiques in the cremation room, but walked around with his arms crossed.

In the past few days, Tang Yan has been staying in the cremation room, only a corpse as his companion, and he has long been a little irritable, always wanting to walk around and breathe some fresh air.

However, walking down the queue, Tang Yan became even more irritable.

This...

What kind of sin is it that so many people are dying, so many people are queuing, so many people are crying, so many people are .....

A few days ago, the team had reached the foot of the mountain, but now it had reached the foot of another mountain, and it was not the end, and even a tent had been set up on another mountain.

The sky was gray, and countless people were crying bitterly, some kneeling and breaking their legs, some crying blind, and some dying.....

is like a group of refugees fleeing the famine, gray-headed and tragic, Tang Yan can't bear to look at it directly.

He saw a child, kneeling on the ground and silently looking into the distance, not knowing whether it was pretended strength or disappointment in the world.

Next to the child, there was a mat, on which lay an unrecognizable corpse, perhaps dead for a long time, and there were many flies and bugs crawling around on the corpse...

He saw an old woman, her eyes red and swollen and tears dry, resting her calloused hands on the chest of a corpse. From time to time, she would lean down and listen to the corpse's heartbeat, hoping that her son was not dead, that he would still be able to stand up.

He saw a woman, a woman with a disheveled head, lying in the loess, already dying.

Her name tag was no longer visible, her bumpy figure seemed to be beginning to stiffen, her slender nails were sunk in the palms of her hands, and her eyes like dead fish were still staring at the back of a man who was as fat as a pig.

The man didn't even look at her, the whole time, he was looking at a young girl, and his groping pig hand was in another girl's clothes.

The husband and wife were originally birds in the same forest, and they flew separately when disaster came, not to mention that it was still an expired vase, an old junior.

Seeing these in his eyes, Tang Yan only felt very uncomfortable in his heart. He is not a passionate patriot, nor is he a literary man who worries about the country and the people, but at this moment, his heart is like a knife.

What is it?

What the hell is it that makes this world like this?

It's miserable and frustrating!

Shouldn't ten-year-old children sing and laugh on campus, be taught by teachers, and carefully cared for by their parents?

Eighty-year-old people should sit at home, watch old TV with nothing to do, listen to the radio, play mahjong, dance square dances, chat with their third aunts and fourth aunts, and enjoy family fun, right?

Since he is a junior, he should also live every day happily, carrying a brand-name bag, wearing a bewitching lip gloss, twisting his plump buttocks, and swaggering through the market in a big shopping mall that is drunk and gold-obsessed!

The sky has changed, everything has changed, it is no longer the world that people are familiar with, but a world full of unknown death.

Tang Yan didn't comfort the poor child, didn't persuade the heartbroken old woman, and didn't try to help the woman with the cloak up, he strode forward, because there might be more tragedy than that.

After walking forward for a while, he stopped, his face turned pale, and his whole body trembled involuntarily.

He saw a few acquaintances, acquaintances who had been together day and night for a year and a half, attending classes, skipping classes, eating, and playing games.

418 people...

At this moment, Tang Yan was very scared and didn't dare to go forward, he was afraid that the few brothers he had seen who had finally gotten together would turn into cold corpses.

But if no one dies, what are you doing here?

Who died?

Tang Yan's breathing was short, and his uneasiness became more and more intense, and he desperately searched for the crowd, hoping to see the figures of the six people.

He saw Mao Chenglang, saw ****, saw Xiao Facai...

What about others?

Who is lying in the tent?

Tang Yan didn't dare to think about it, looked around, but still couldn't see them, and finally, he raised his legs and walked over there with difficulty.

For some reason, the tears fell uncontrollably after all, and the two legs seemed to be tied to a mountain, and every step was so difficult.

Tang Yan didn't know what kind of outcome he would face, and he didn't know how to face the people of 418, his heart seemed to be burning, and he seemed to be being twisted by a knife.

If you don't leave by yourself, even if something unfortunate still happens, at least you're here, at least you're here!

No matter how big the pit is? What about the big fear? Brothers can form a gang and jump together, and they can face fear together!

However, I am not there....

Getting closer, Tang Yan quietly wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and took a hard breath, as if he had some courage to face it.

"Tang Yan?" Xiao Facai exclaimed, but his tone seemed a little uncertain.

"What Tang Yan?" Mao Chenglang looked up, first surprised, and then unhappy.

He touched his bald head and scolded dissatisfiedly: "This stupid comparison, you still know how to come! The phone can't get through, and you leave without saying a word, I really think that if you give us some benefits, your ass will rise to the sky! In fact, labor and management don't like to watch those vulgar movies at all, and those Japanese female stars, labor and management don't know any of them..."

I haven't seen you for a few days, as if a century has passed, what a familiar person, what a familiar voice!

Tang Yan deliberately didn't look at the faces of a few people, he knew that they were unhappy, and this was also as it should be, but this was not the time to ease the conflict.

"Who? who's inside?" his voice was a little hoarse and a little shaky.

Mao Chenglang hugged his arms and wanted to scold him a few words, but in the end he sighed and said, "Go in and see for yourself." ”

There was a coffin in the tent, the lid of the coffin was not closed, and when he saw the young and pale face inside, Tang Yan finally couldn't help but cry bitterly.

Xu Huang!!

It turned out to be Xu Huang....

......