"Brother Meng is early, got off work?"

It was seven o'clock in the morning, and Meng Gaozhao was holding a newspaper in his hand. Although the funeral parlor does the work of the dead, the living are also entrenched in this place, and there are still many breakfast stalls nearby, dedicated to serving them, the workers of the funeral home, and some family members of the deceased who keep vigil.

Although the state advocates cremation, it is still necessary to leave a time for the deceased to say goodbye to his body. The first is to respect tradition, and the other is to prevent suspended animation.

The fact that a large living person is pushed into a crematorium and burned alive makes people shudder to think about it.

As a result, the funeral home where Meng Gaozhao worked built a special mortuary, and families could choose whether to keep vigil in the funeral home. This traditional custom also feeds the small street vendors in the neighborhood in disguise.

An obscure place like a funeral parlor is generally not built in an urban area, in a word, where the land is cheap, it will be built. In a radius of four or five hundred meters, if you want to find a decent place to eat, you can't see it.

In addition to this funeral parlor, there are large and small graves all over the mountain. Some of them are new graves that look neat, and those that are a little older are old graves, like the mound bags hidden in the weeds, which are unclaimed mounds. There are many reasons for this, some people have left their homes, and the affairs of the older generation have gradually faded away; Others encounter misfortunes and the lineage is broken, so that future generations cannot worship again.

It is said that this place is very "fierce", and there are often some inexplicable strange sounds in the middle of the night: sometimes someone is talking, sometimes there are strange cries or laughter, sometimes there are quarrels and fights. There are also people who have witnessed a looming bridge here, which is a strange thing in itself.

The place where Meng Gaozhao works is called Yingxing Funeral Parlor, and the address is in the suburbs where birds don't, which is comparable to the remoteness of the once prosperous mine where Wei Fang went. The most surrounding is the old mountain with thousands of miles of lonely mounds, and you can basically find graves of nearly five or six hundred years on it.

Some of these ancient tombs have been preserved for the simple reason that the tombs here look very simple, and most of them were buried by poor families on this hill in ancient times.

Compared to the graves of those princes and nobles, it is good to have a thin coffin, and there are more than a piece of grass swept up and thrown into the earth pit for burial. For a period of time, the barren mountains here were used as burial grounds for battlefield corpses, which is the memory of the older generation.

It was about a hundred years ago, and a small country in Central Continent landed from the coast and entered the Central Plains of the Tianshu Kingdom. The people of this land rose up to resist, and the war was particularly fierce, and under the baptism of artillery fire, the bones of the soldiers and the enemy were mixed together, and there was no trace of the original.

The most tragic battle took place in the Blood River, less than ten kilometers from the city of Modri.

Meng Gao knew the past of the funeral home, as if he was familiar with his own children, if he had his own children.

After so many years of work, he had heard a lot of rumors about their place, but he had never encountered them, and he had no time to pay attention to them. In his current situation, he is ordered to take it at any time if the king of Hades wants it.

For breakfast at the door of the funeral home, the simplest thing to eat is six yuan for a fried dough stick and a cup of soy milk. He was reluctant to spend the money, and he wanted to save the money to buy some daily necessities for the children in the welfare home. So, on an empty stomach, after finishing his night shift, he planned to go back to the rental house and cook some noodles by himself.

"Brother Meng is early." The cuckoo's eyes were red, full of reproach and remorse.

Meng Gaozhao sighed when he saw this, and comforted: "Sister Cuckoo, you don't have to worry, Brother Wei Ji has his own natural appearance. ”

He didn't know that such words could only serve a trivial comforting effect, and they would not help anything. Three days is enough time to go to the police and file a case and list the person as a missing person.

Cuckoo reluctantly smiled and said, "He's so smart, how could something happen?" Then he added: "I guess he must have gone to some classmate or some old friend to play, and forgot to call me to report his safety." ”

On the first day that Wei Fang didn't go home, she dialed Wei Fang's phone number countless times, and the intelligent voice told her over and over again mechanically and ruthlessly: "I'm sorry, the phone you dialed is not in the service area......

She searched for Wei Fang's friends, begging them to tell her about Wei Fang's whereabouts. But even Wei Flai's former best friend said that he had not seen Wei Flail recently.

After waiting for three days, she finally had enough time to file a case, and she immediately went to the police station to call the police. The police officer on duty told her that in the case of missing persons, there was little hope of recovering people. The backlog of missing persons in their jurisdiction is full of cabinets, and they still haven't seen it at all.

In the end, the cuckoo reaped little comfort, and the police said they would do their best to investigate.

Meng Gao looked at the cuckoo who looked in a trance and shook his head slowly. A love word is the most worrying, a good girl with a sign, who doesn't see her for a few days, seems to be three years old.

Turning his head and taking out the house key, he twisted the doorknob, and the incense candle in the house had been extinguished. Turn on the gas stove and light the fire, casually order a big bag of noodles for five yuan in the supermarket and put it in the pot, Meng Gao took some oil and salt, scooped it up and swallowed it.

Exhaustion and emptiness came like a tidal wave, beating on his head. Those blue-white limbs would be a nightmare woven from vines, and he would be breathless.

The transparent and cloudy window glass quietly climbed up a layer of mist, and the loose locks of the dilapidated wooden doors seemed to be controlled by an invisible force. The creaking of the door as the wind blew stopped abruptly at that moment, and the door did not move.

Like a small fountain, the cold air poured out of the house. A thin layer of soldiers condensed at the place of the ceiling on the roof, and the water droplets gathered together, and before they could fall, they were frozen. The pointy, cone-shaped object hung jaggedly from the ceiling.

Meng Gaozhao was so frozen that his teeth collided up and down, clattering like an old machine.

How could it be so cold all of a sudden? He looked up at the small plastic alarm clock on the table, the hour hand pointed to three, but the big summer seemed to have come to the middle of winter. Looking around again, he was horrified at the sight of the window glass, a thin layer of frost on it, and the unwrung water from the faucet condensed into a thin line.

No wonder I will wake up from freezing, even the water will freeze, the temperature must be below freezing, how can the weather be so abnormal?

The small TV in the lounge of the funeral home is still broadcasting the weather forecast in the morning, and the anchor girl inside said that there is a yellow high temperature warning to remind them to pay attention to heat prevention, but now the house is like an ice hole.

Meng Gaozhao rummaged through the cabinets and found a thick cotton coat to put on his body, he wanted to go outside to see what was going on, why was the weather so abnormal?

Although his life is extremely monotonous, there is basically no way to entertain him. But the benefits of the funeral home are okay, and from time to time they will give these old employees some tickets to the cinema as employee benefits. These tickets are not worth a few dollars when sold, and after a while, they are a piece of waste paper, so he simply takes them to see for himself. Therefore, I also have a little understanding of apocalypse-themed movies, and everything that happens in front of me is basically the same as the science fiction movies of Eagle Country.

Walking to the door, the doorknob seemed to be frozen, Meng Gaozhao turned the doorknob vigorously, but the door did not react. He was anxious to kick the door open with his foot, and he had always been honest, and he would never do such a thing.

He was worried about the children in the welfare home, the elderly in the nursing home, and the children he sponsored to go to school.

On such a cold day, they don't know if it will be okay?

Maybe it was cold and snowy outside, but he couldn't care about that much, those people needed his help, and his life as a sinner was worthless. Now that I go out, I may be able to help more people.

But the door was still as solid as a rock no matter how hard he tried, and he knew in his heart that the door of his rental house looked a little like a door. In fact, it can't play any role in preventing theft, I'm afraid that if you kick it casually, it will break into several pieces.

It was all against common sense, he thought that there was something blocking the door, so he couldn't kick it open. This reason could not convince himself, something was about to block the door, and the door could not withstand his full force.

The answer was soon revealed, and the floating cold air gathered into a humanoid silhouette.

It was the appearance of a little girl, seeing this figure, Meng Gaozhao had a nightmare, one of the lingering shadows buried in his heart, crawling out of the abyss again.

The cold air slowly became real, and the hands and feet of the figure gradually became clear. Skin, clothing, and so on turned from illusion to reality bit by bit, Meng Gaozhao felt a biting cold, but compared to the cold outside, his heart was like throwing ice water, and his breathing almost stopped.

The little girl, he remembers, was one of the corpses he had disposed of with his own hands. The little girl's big eyes were a little rotten, and white maggots crawled in and out of the deep eye sockets from time to time. He doesn't have a good memory, and when he was a kid, he was always in the bottom three of his class.

It stands to reason that he doesn't remember this kind of thing. The appearance of the dead man is almost the same, he has worked in Yingxing Funeral Home for three years at that time, and his courage has long been trained to be extraordinarily strong under the stimulation of all kinds of death.

While Meng Gaozhao was thinking, the image of the figure was getting closer and closer to him.

Her mouth was a little gloomy, her small but delicate nose, her two large eyes like grapes, and her black hair like charcoal, and two ponytails that hung down to completely highlight her playfulness.

This is a flower-like age, she should study in school, make friends with her peers, and have the love of her parents. Although the little dress full of foreign style is not a famous brand, it looks definitely not bad to the naked eye, which shows how much her father's love loves her.

If you were not a money obsesser at the time, but chose to be a peaceful person, find a woman to start a family, and just give birth to a daughter. Then, her daughter has probably reached her age.

The frozen memory, salvaged from the deep well, wrapped around the cover, was peeled off layer by layer. At the same time, the face of the little girl's figure became clearer.

The most difficult thing for Meng Gaozhao to forget is not this girl's flowery age. Rather, it was the girl's missing piece of hair!

In the middle of the ponytail, to the left, there was a red and swollen bag, like a child messing around with an eraser thrown on someone's head.

The bag was like a lotus flower, with red, swollen, inflamed pus, semi-concave defects, and ulcerated flesh. The white fat white insects poked their heads out of the small holes of this "lotus pod".

The scene was etched in his mind, the body had arrived at one o'clock in the morning, and he was the only one to go to work.

As on previous occasions, the corpses were packed in body bags, together with the bodies of the condemned prisoners, with the marks of red ropes tied at the mouth of the bags.

The moment he untied the bag, the distance between his fingers and the flesh-colored "lotus flower" was less than half a centimeter. Suddenly, goosebumps fell all over my body. Even if you are not a person with dense object phobia, you will feel extremely shocked when you see that strange "lotus plant".

Although Meng Gaozhao had never studied medicine or read big characters, he at least knew. After death, a person's wound will not be covered by external stimuli. Otherwise, the parked corpse would have become unrecognizable.

That is to say, these white and fat maggots crawled into the wound of this little girl's head before she died!