"Don't ask, young man, let me tell you, it's not hard or tiring, but it's hot."

One of them, a 'master' in his fifties, was putting an iron rod into the crematorium, and he was stirring something, and the heat generated by the heat of the furnace of thousands of degrees gushed out from the mouth of the furnace, which had made him sweat profusely.

Ling Cheng walked over and looked a few times along the mouth of the stove, there was a burning corpse inside, it turned out that this 'old master' was turning the corpse with an iron rod.

It was indeed very hot, and Ling Cheng, who was standing more than a meter away in front of the stove, felt the surging heat, and there was a 'smell of barbecue' when the corpse was burned, gushing out from the stove, which made Ling Cheng frown, mixed with the smell of burnt meat and the smell of burned clothing fibers, which was particularly strange and unpleasant.

And this 'old master' and the thirty-year-old crematorial chemical in front of another stove have long been accustomed to this smell and are accustomed to it.

"When cremating a body, do you have to turn it with an iron rod?"

Ling Cheng asked curiously.

"Yes, because after the corpse is incinerated, it will be twisted and deformed, so the corpse must be turned over to the 'fire point' in order to be more fully and thoroughly incinerated."

The old master replied.

"What's the difference between an ordinary furnace and a high-end furnace?"

Although Ling Cheng didn't plan to come to work, he also wanted to learn about this knowledge and gain a long insight.

"It's a big difference."

At this time, the thirty-year-old crematorial chemical standing in front of another stove said, "First of all, the ordinary furnace needs to manually push the corpse into the furnace, and the advanced furnace is an electrical machine tool that automatically sends the corpse into the furnace, second, the ordinary furnace needs to manually turn the corpse to the fire point, and the advanced furnace does not need to be turned, because the advanced furnace has more fire points, and no matter how the corpse is twisted and deformed, it can be sprayed by the flames, and third, after the ordinary furnace burns the corpse, the ashes need to be manually hooked out, to be honest, This almost inevitably mixes the ashes, and the advanced furnace is a machine tool that brings out the ashes of the whole body, and the family of the deceased can be present to collect the ashes of their loved ones in person. ”

"In addition, every time the ashes are collected by the advanced furnace, they will be thoroughly cleaned, and even a vacuum cleaner will be used to suck up the ashes left by the machine tool, until the family of the deceased is satisfied, and then the body will be put on the machine tool and sent to the furnace, so that the mixing of ashes is completely eliminated."

"And the family of the deceased can also press the button of the machine tool themselves to send their relatives into the furnace, so the price of cremating a corpse in a high-grade furnace is 1500 yuan higher than that of an ordinary furnace, but rich people don't care about this 1,500 yuan, right?"

After listening to these speeches, Ling Cheng nodded, it was really a long insight.

"Brother, when the cremation industry is not bitter or tired, the salary is high, this kind of work is really good, but when picking up girls, you must not say that you are the cremation chemical industry of the funeral home, otherwise it will not be a pickling girl, but a soup, hehehe."

The cremation chemical industry in his thirties smiled at Ling Cheng.

Ling Cheng smiled, it was not a matter of hardship or tiredness, but the purpose of his own here, not for this job at all.

"Take a break and smoke a cigarette."

Taking out his cigarette, Ling Cheng said to the two of them.

The two crematories stopped their work, closed the door of the stove, walked over, took Ling Cheng's cigarette, lit the fire and smoked it.

After chatting for a while, the fifty-year-old surnamed Tian has been working as a pyrochemical company here for more than ten years, and the younger surname Deng has also worked for several years.

"How many corpses do you spark a day?"

Ling Cheng asked casually.

"This is not necessarily, sometimes more and sometimes less, at most, 42 corpses were burned in one day, and our entire cremation workshop also cremated about 20 corpses a day on average."

Deng replied smoking a cigarette.

"How many corpses does this funeral parlor accept in a day?"

The difference between the number of corpses collected in one day and the corpses cremated is the number of corpses that Gong Hongsheng 'resold corpses', and Ling Cheng's purpose in asking this question was to know how many corpses were transferred to that 'sorcerer' in a day or month.

"We don't know how many bodies we accept in a day, we are only responsible for cremation." Deng replied.

"Yes, how many corpses are received every day, Hu Dayang's wife will know, we can't make mistakes." Tian, who is in his fifties, echoed.

"Hu Dayang's wife also works in this funeral home?"

Ling Cheng was slightly surprised.

"Yes, the caretaker of the morgue next door is Hu Dayang's wife Ma Xianglian."

Tian replied.

It turned out that the woman I saw in the morgue just now was Hu Dayang's wife.

Ling Cheng nodded, deciding to wait and ask her how many corpses she could receive every day, and changed the question casually: "You two have been working here for many years, have you ever encountered the loss of corpses?" ”

"Lost corpses? How is it possible, they have all become corpses, and they can still escape. Deng rolled his eyes at Ling Cheng.

"I mean, have the bodies here been stolen and sold for transport somewhere else?"

Deng obviously didn't know about zombies, some high-level zombies could not only run but also fly, of course, the corpses here would not be able to run away by themselves, so Ling Cheng directly picked out the key to the problem.

"Young man, don't talk nonsense, our funeral home won't do such an immoral thing as reselling corpses." Tian, who was in his fifties, immediately denied Ling Cheng's question.

"Yes, our funeral home is a formal organization engaged in funeral affairs, how can we engage in the illegal business of reselling corpses? Brother, who are you listening to? Deng asked rhetorically about Ling Cheng's coming.

"I'll just ask."

Ling Cheng covered up, and it could be seen from the demeanor of Deng and Tian that they really didn't know about the resale of corpses in this funeral home, including the previous 'Director Cai', which showed that Gong Hongsheng's process of transferring corpses was really quite secretive.

But the paper can't hold the fire, Lin Cheng believes that he can always find clues, and he continues to talk with these two people.

"Is it just the two of you in this workshop?"

"How can the two of us be busy? There used to be six people, two of each in charge of a stove, but one died last month, and now there are only five people in this workshop. ”

Deng took a puff of cigarette and replied.

"Before you came, two people went to fetch the bodies, and the other took the ashes to the depository for registration, and they will be back later." Tian, who is in his fifties, echoed.

A cremation chemical company died last month, and perhaps valuable clues can be unearthed from this matter.

Ling Cheng thought in his heart and asked, "How did that cremation chemical company die at that time?" ”

"Alas, that man was really unlucky, and he was thrown to death."

Deng took a puff of cigarette, and his face showed a hint of regret.

"Where did you fall to your death?"

Ling Cheng asked.

"I fell to my death at the door next door." Deng replied.

"This is quite strange, it was night, and it was not work time, why did 'Zhao Changping' run to the morgue alone?" Tian had a puzzled look on his face.

"He must have drunk high that night, hehe." Deng laughed.

"No, no, no."

Tian shook his head again and again, recalling and said, "Zhao Changping had a cold that day, let alone drinking, he didn't eat that night." ”

"Then tell me how he got to the door of the morgue that night?" It seems that Deng did not agree with Tian's 'Zhao Changping' who did not drink that night.

"I don't know, that's why I said it's weird, it's evil." Tian shook his head incomprehensibly.

"Could there really be some evil to lure that 'Zhao Changping' out of the dormitory, when he didn't fall to his death, but was killed by the evil spirit?" Ling Cheng asked this question.