"Damn, I can't help Director Cui's grandson in the future!" This guy said he was here to ask me for help, but when he got there, he didn't know where he had gone, so he let me go into the crematorium alone. So I'm walking into the crematorium one foot deep and one foot shallow.

If I say what it's like to go to the crematorium at night, I really don't know, I can't say. I can only say that the taste is not pleasant at all, it has nothing to do with whether you are afraid or not, the main thing is that feeling, that atmosphere. It's not that Mr. Yin Yang is not afraid, I am also an ordinary person, and I am also afraid!

And there is not even a moon in the sky tonight, and it is basically impossible to see on the ground, only two faint lights are still lit at the entrance of the crematorium. I stood at the door of the crematorium, looking at this gate, smelling the smell of burning in the air. There are some scattered paper money under my feet, and to be reasonable, I kind of want to turn around and go back now.

If a ghost were standing right in front of me, I wouldn't be scared at all. But in this case, my heart has begun to hair. Besides, in the past, because I especially liked to scare girls on ghost stories, I couldn't help but read a lot of stories about crematoriums.

"Hello, young man!" Just as I was thinking about something, an old voice rang out from behind me! "I'm a muddy horse! Who! I jumped up in fright, and then jerked my head back. Behind me was an old man wearing a short-sleeved shirt, a pair of army-green pants and a pair of old galoshes.

Moreover, this old man only has one eye, if he suddenly sees this old man in the middle of the night, he will probably be scared to death directly. The old man looked at me, grinned a little, and said, "Young man, why are you running here when you have nothing to do?" The old man's voice was a little hoarse, and it sounded very uncomfortable.

If I hadn't seen that this old man wasn't a ghost, I guess I would have thrown out the charm a long time ago. I calmed down a little from the panic, then looked at the old man and said, "Uncle, are you guarding the door?" The old man nodded: "That's right, I'm here to guard the door." ”

"That's good, that's good, uh." How should I explain this? I ran to the crematorium in the middle of the night, how should I tell this old man who is guarding the door, if I don't say it well, I guess this old man will drive me away! But I can't say I'm here to catch ghosts, maybe everyone believes it!

When the old man saw that I was about to speak, he said, "Young man, you must have come for the fact that people have been dead for the past month. There was a sparkle of wisdom in the old man's eyes, and he had already guessed my purpose by mere movements and words.

I looked at the old man strangely and asked, "Uncle, how do you know?" The old man turned on the flashlight, then waved at me: "Come with me to the communication room." With that, he walked to a small house not far from the entrance of the crematorium. I was stunned for a moment, and then followed.

"Hehe, I've seen too many dead and alive people in my life, whether it's a rich boss or an ordinary person without money, whether it's an official or an ordinary person, no matter how beautiful you were in life and not this little box after death. So it's not surprising that a lot of things are seen. ”

As he spoke, the old man walked into the room, which was very simple, a small television, a stove, a bed, two stools, and a dilapidated table, and near the door was a shelf, on which were some dishes and chopsticks. This should be all the old man's belongings.

"As for how I can tell what you're doing, it's pretty simple. At this time, there are very few people who come to the crematorium, and basically there is not once a year. In addition, there have been frequent accidents during this time, and now those who come here at this time are either policemen or the kind of Mr. Yin and Yang who has real skills, and the young man is definitely not a policeman, because the criminal police are definitely bolder than you.

Besides, you didn't have the kind of look that others looked around from the beginning, as if you knew if there were ghosts around you, so I was sure that you should be a yin and yang gentleman. The old man took out a bottle of unlabeled liquor from under the bed, put it on the table, and said to me, "Drink with me, an old man?" ”

I nodded: "My name is Li Hao, and now I open a fortune-telling shop, and I am also entrusted to find out what is going on here." The old man slowly took out two porcelain jars and poured half a jar of liquor into the jars: "Drink some with me, and I'll tell you what happened before." ”

After finishing speaking, the old man picked up the jar and drank it directly. I was stunned for a moment, and then I also picked up the jar, this jar is very deep, it is the kind of thing used to cool boiled water in the original house, this half jar of liquor is half a catty. I picked it up and poured it in two gulps, the spicy liquor rushing to the top of my head, but the glass of liquor dispelled a little chill from me.

"Good boy! My bottle of wine is more than 50 degrees, and you can dry it in one go, two times! The old man looked at me with a smile. I took out the cigarette I was on, gave one to the old man, and then said, "Uncle, you should have been here for a long time, right?" ”

The old man smoked a cigarette, squinted his remaining eye, and said slowly, "Yes! Count this year and I've been here for thirty years! "Thirty years?! This old man looks to be in his sixties, thirty years ago, which means that this old man worked in the crematorium when he was in his thirties.

Sure enough, the old man's words confirmed my thoughts: "I worked in this crematorium thirty years ago, and at that time the state had not yet made cremation compulsory, so the efficiency of the crematorium was not particularly good, and I was a corpse burner at that time." Because I don't earn much money, plus because of my work, although it is a stable job, I have never married.

When someone goes on a blind date with me, as long as they know my job, they just refuse, after all, no one wants to marry someone who deals with dead people every day. After the old man had drunk a little wine, the conversation began and he slowly told me about his youth. And I didn't look impatient, I just listened quietly.

"It wasn't until the state forced cremation that I was able to earn a little more, at least I wouldn't be so poor for food and clothing. Originally, I thought about quitting my job and changing to another job, but for some reason I stayed here. And twenty years ago, a strange thing happened that caused almost all the old people of that time to leave here, except for me. ”

I looked at the old man and didn't speak, just wondering what happened to make almost everyone in a factory choose to leave? Because at that time, although the crematorium was not a good job, it was at least a stable job to ensure income during drought and flood! Being able to get almost everyone to choose to leave is something that really baffles me.

But what makes me even more puzzling is why all the people are gone, and only this old man chooses to stay? Could it be that this old man had some special reason for choosing to stay here?

The wind outside the window suddenly became a little stronger, and the rustle of the leaves made the night a little more eerie. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door outside, and I suddenly felt a strong resentment coming in from the outside, making me feel a chill even in the summer.

But the old man in front of him sat there motionless like a man who was fine. Even the expression on his face is calm. I slowly stood up and pulled a charm out of my pocket. You're going to the door.

"Young man, you don't have to go, as long as you don't go in, they won't come out, they've been like this for so many years." When I heard the old man's words, my footsteps stopped. He turned his head to look at the old man and said, "Uncle, do you know those things outside the door?" ”

The old man took out another bottle of liquor, this time he didn't pour it into the jar, but opened it himself and took a sip directly into the bottle: "It's not just acquaintance!" I've been with them for twenty years, and they've blinded me in this eye. The old man's calmness was a little excessive, and he was even calm to the extent that his face did not change as if Mount Tai had collapsed in front of him.

Maybe it's like the old man himself said, because he has seen too much life and death, it is difficult for something to change his heart. I slowly sat back down on the stool, wondering why I wanted to hear what the old man in front of me would say, and wondering what kind of story the old man would tell me.

The old man drank his wine, turned around and took another cigarette from my cigarette case, and then muttered: "Twenty years, I don't know how those people have been doing in these twenty years, but I have been here for twenty years, and I have been with them every day for twenty years, who knows how I feel in my heart?" Hehe. Things in the world still have to have a result after all.

After the old man finished muttering, he slowly told me a story about twenty years ago, a story that many people don't know, the thing that made almost everyone quit and leave twenty years ago.

The old man took a sip of wine and said slowly: "Twenty years ago, when I was still a cremation worker, a major event happened, that is, this incident has never had a day of peace in the crematorium in the past twenty years. ”