"Why..." Wu Jingya sighed.

The mortuary gently patted him on the shoulder, "Don't cry, let her go quietly, don't worry about it anymore." ”

Wu, who was on the verge of collapse, regained his composure.

Several workers walked in pushing a chair with a wheel, their voices were not loud, and their speech was very weak, as if they were afraid of disturbing and affecting Wu's mood.

"Let's get started!" Wu wiped the tears from his face, and by the time he tried to catch the mortuary with his eyes again, the man had already disappeared.

Wu followed the car into the fire room where the corpses were burned, and a gray-haired man was not as polite as the others, he shouted in a thick voice, "Are you going to burn a pot, or are you fighting a pot with others?" ”

The worker reminded, "This is a friend of the curator, don't make any noise." ”

"Who's making a lot of noise, young man, if you want me to say that you might as well cook it with someone else, so as to save money. When people die, there is no need to spend more. ”

The old man was an old man and had a high prestige, and when he said this, the other staff members were awkwardly silent.

Wu's anger was suddenly sparked by the old man's words, "You say it again." ”

The old man also seemed to realize his gaffe, his face was a little red, and he muttered for a long time before saying, "Then follow what you say!" Come in with me and pick up the coffin. ”

Inside the house is a bright walkway, the walkway is spacious, and there are different longevity materials arranged vertically on both sides. These longevity materials are very exquisite, not bulky, not like a coffin, more like a beautifully packaged gift box.

Wu looked at these longevity materials, and gently knocked them with his hand, several of which he was not satisfied with, and finally his hand locked on a coffin with a relatively traditional simple score.

"Your eyesight is really good, this longevity is made of fine wood, all parts are obtained from a tree, this is also the most expensive longevity wood we have here, it costs a thousand oceans."

"I'm going to have him!"

"Okay, then you can come with me!" The old man took Wu into the control room. Workers pushed Eiko's body to the incineration room opposite the control room. There's a new device in the control room, and it's just a few buttons to get a corpse done.

The old man opened the eyepiece and motioned for Wu to look out from here, and what Wu saw was a track, which was black on the top, and there were many small black spots on both sides of the track.

The old man pulled the big first button, and the incinerator slowly rose. Several workers put Yingzi in the coffin and pushed it onto the tracks. Immediately after that, the old man opened the second twist, and Shoucai slowly panned into Wu's field of vision. In a few tens of seconds, the two people will be completely separated in this world, one is white bones, and the other is flesh and blood. The old man pulled the fourth button, and suddenly a lot of black liquid was poured on the coffin on the upper wall of the incinerator, which was gasoline, which could ignite the coffin faster.

The old man twisted his head and sighed, "A thousand oceans are burned like this, alas! He opened the fifth twist, and the little black eyes on both sides of the track were all on fire. The flame and core are blue, and the outer edge of the flame is yellow, and the flame completely consumes Shoucai, and the sound of burning wood can be heard through the eyepiece. Wu Jingya cried again, everyone was gone, how he hoped that Yingzi would fake his death, regain consciousness under the action of fire, send out a cry for help, and then immediately stop the burning himself. I don't know how many times such strange thoughts have popped up in his head. But it all ended with the flames extinguished.

When a person is burned, it does not turn to ashes, the flesh and skin are worn away, and only bones remain. The old man transported the remaining bones of Yingzi to another exit. Then he led Wu to the house. The old man took out a small hammer from the tool box, and looked so indifferent to Yingzi's dry, burnt bones that were spread flat on the table, and indeed he was used to it.

The staff took out an urn and handed it to Wu, who then stood at the workbench and watched the old man's last operation. He smashed all the bones with a hammer, and every crisp sound wanted to be smashed on Wu Jingya's bones, and his eyes lost the function of blinking, staring directly at this desperate picture. The bones don't all get shattered, and the skull is so hard that it is put in before the urn is sealed.

Wu Jingya couldn't remember how he put the ashes into the box, but remembered that after a long time, he had already walked to the hall with the urn in his accompaniment. In the middle of the hall is a sketch of Yingzi's posthumous photo, next to which is the undertaker wearing a mask, it turns out that she has just disappeared because she wants to complete the work. Zhang Yiwan walked to Wu's side, "Put the urn in front of the statue, let's salute!" ”

The curator stood in front of the spiritual throne and "bowed, one bow, two bows, three bows." ”

Every time he bent down and looked up again, Wu would look at the statue again, bow three times, and the image he saw felt differently, sometimes he felt that Yingzi was smiling, sometimes he felt Yingzi angry, and sometimes he felt that Yingzi was sad.

"I asked Manager Bai to find a Yin Mansion for Yingzi, which is in the cemetery outside, let's do it now..."

Wu shook his head, "No need, I'll store Yingzi's ashes on the shelf first, and I'll take her away later." ”

When Wu took care of everything, it was already two o'clock in the afternoon, he opened the car door and sat in the back seat, Zhang Yiwan had a rope tied to his arm and was injecting drugs. Wu sighed, "I think you're addicted." ”

Zhang Yiwan covered his neck and said, "When I return to the Northeast, I will no longer rely on it." ”

The car slowly used Siqing, looking through the rearview mirror to the gate of Siqing, and suddenly a little bird flew out of the funeral home out of nowhere, soared into the sky, and disappeared with a brush. Wu pulled out his sunglasses from his pocket and put them on his nose, he stopped looking behind him, his eyes staring ahead through the sunglasses.

"I'm going to go to Hubei Airport, what are you going to do next?" Zhang Yiwan lowered his sleeves and asked.

"You don't care about me, just drop me off near the docks."

Zhang Yiwan took out a pure gold pocket watch from his pocket, "My money has been spent, you can take this watch, it is worth some money." ”

"No need."

"Take it, get acquainted, and leave a souvenir." Zhang Yiwan put the pocket watch in the palm of Wu Jingya's hand.

The car stopped near the dock, and Wu pushed open the door and left, leaving without leaving a word. Zhang Yiwan looked at Wu's back and was stunned for a long time.

"Major General, Major General!" Zhao Ning interrupted Zhang Yiwan's thinking.

"Oh, let's go."

Wu walked to the road on the left, and Zhang Yiwan walked to the road on the right.