In ancient times, there were several professions that were considered evil,

Paper Tiers, Executioners, Corpse Diggers, Corpse Bearers, Wiremakers......

Today I'm going to talk about the Connector.

When it comes to connectors, many modern people may feel unfamiliar and have never heard of this profession, but there is a profession in modern times that I believe everyone is not unfamiliar with.

Undertaker!

Make-up for the deceased, so that the deceased can enter the funeral with dignity.

In ancient times, all kinds of torture and lynching in ancestral halls were rampant, so there were many corpses separated and died miserably.

There are also many incomplete bodies that have died as a result of various accidents.

As a result, a lineman was born, who specialized in re-stitching and connecting the bodies of the dead to preserve their full appearance before death.

It is also said that the connector not only connects the body together, but also helps the deceased to connect the broken souls of the dead, transcend the souls of the dead, and help the souls of the dead to be reincarnated.

The lineman, or the mortuary, is specialized in dealing with the dead and eating the dead.

It is also the profession that is most likely to be seen by people with colored glasses.

Adults always warn their children to stay away from the mortuary and stay away when they see it, and everyone around them thinks that this is an unfortunate profession.

It's a bit like people eating pork with peace of mind, but at the same time looking down on the butcher's profession, scolding the butcher as a cold-blooded executioner, but people have been eating pork all their lives.

I am an abandoned baby, picked up by my grandmother from the mountains.

My grandmother was a wiremaker.

I can imagine how excluded I was in the village when I was a child, my peers didn't play with me, I spent more time quietly by my grandmother's side, watching my grandmother tidy up the appearance of a corpse, so I was used to seeing all kinds of corpses since I was a child, died of malignant diseases, hanged, died in car accidents, drowned in the water, and fell to death on the mountain to collect medicine... I've seen all kinds of deaths.

There may be many people who think that these people's deaths are tragic enough, and that is because you have not seen what people who really died are like. At the very least, these people will have a whole corpse after they die.

Even if they were crushed into several pieces by a car accident, they can be reconnected into a complete body after being trimmed by the wireman, but the worst ones are those who have no corpse, can't find their heads after death, or have missing half of their bodies.

I grew up with my grandmother and saw two dead bodies in total.

When he was eleven years old, there was a hunter in the village who went into the mountains to hunt but did not return for a day and a night, so the whole village went into the mountains to look for someone, but in a rocky canyon, only the headless body of the hunter was found.

The blood had dried and blackened, and his head had been taken by some wild beast.

The people in the village are most particular about returning to their roots and putting them into the soil for peace, but they don't have a head, so how should this corpse be buried in the ground? If it is forcibly buried, it may cause unrest to future generations, so the family of the hunter found my grandmother.

That day, my grandmother spent the whole day at Orion's house, and she kept herself alone in a room with the headless corpse, without any disturbance, until the next day when the rooster crowed, and my grandmother finally sewed the corpse together.

I finally saw the hunter's corpse, and the corpse was complete, a paper human head made of paper, sewn on the hunter's neck, the size and facial features, it was exactly the same as the hunter's life, and the hunter's head was replaced by the head of the paper man.

Fast forward to when I was thirteen or fourteen years old, because I was in the town's junior high school, I basically only went back to the village once a month, and that was the second time I saw a dead body.

It was a man who went out to work at the construction site in a neighboring village, due to an accident at the construction site, the crane steel cable broke, and half of the whole body was broken by the steel cable, and next to it was a turbulent river, and the half of the body fell directly into the river and was washed away.

The owner of the construction site still had a conscience, and let people salvage for more than ten days in a row, but the salvage could not be found, so the family found my grandmother.

When the rooster crowed the next day, Grandma stitched up the corpse on time again, this time half of the body was replaced by a paper figure, which was still lifelike, and the size of the body, hands and feet looked exactly like a real person.

Although my grandmother is a connector, she never let me touch this industry, my grandmother always looked at me kindly, saying that she just wanted to watch me finish college peacefully, marry a wife and have children peacefully, not to be rich and rich, just to be able to watch me live my life peacefully.

It was my grandmother, with her increasingly old body, a person who raised me with hard work, got up early and worked late to earn all the school fees for me, I will never forget my grandmother's kindness for the rest of my life, but when I was working in the summer of my freshman year, the village chief suddenly called me and told me a bad news, my grandmother died.

On the day my grandmother died, there was a big boss in the city, who used a big truck to pull an ice coffin, and found my grandmother overnight, begging my grandmother to tidy up the appearance of a corpse. Soon after, after leaving the ice coffin, the big boss of the city followed the big truck and left the village overnight. It turned out to be the corpse in this ice coffin, and my grandmother died the night she groomed the corpse.

When I learned of my grandmother's death, I almost had a nervous breakdown, and a big man was crying on the side of the road, and he went back to his hometown overnight to see his grandmother for the last time.

When I returned to the village and saw my grandmother's corpse for the first time after two days and two nights of high-speed train and bus ride, I was used to seeing all kinds of corpses since I was a child, and I could see at a glance that my grandmother had been killed.

I thought of the big boss in the city, and the ice coffin, and I was angry and rushed directly to the ice coffin. The ice coffin has always been placed in my house, and no one in the village dares to touch the coffin.

I opened the lid of the ice coffin, and immediately there was a cold and cold air rushing to my face, which made my hands and feet a little stiff, but when I looked at the corpse in the ice coffin, at that moment, boom, my head buzzed, and I felt a boundless chill in my heart.

The corpse's hands and feet had black stitches on each of their hands.

I naturally recognized what these were, a lineman had re-stitched the body for this corpse, but it was definitely not my grandmother's method. If it was my grandmother's wiring technique, I would never be mistaken.

This is not the point, the reason why I feel chills in my heart is because the size and skin color of these limbs are obviously different from the body proportions of the deceased!

Which two-hanger connector is this, who actually committed the biggest taboo of the connector and stitched the two corpses together!

It's fucking sealing two strands of resentment in one person......

The old library of No. 3 in Yuxiu District.

Or at night,

There is still only Wei Youran on the entire third floor.

The time jumped to 20:50, and Wei Youran quit the e-novel.

On April 8,

On the 9th day of bait,

Location: Old Library No. 3, Yuxiu District,

Read "Yin and Yang into the Undertaker",

18:57-20:50, everything is ......

Smack!

Suddenly, the silent library, like an ancient bell breaking through the thick night fog,

The sound of a man's footsteps rang out.

Wei Youran held his breath.