At half past four in the afternoon, my aunt called, and my third uncle was gone.

And it's been two days since she left, and she just found it at my third uncle's house.

The third uncle had followed his grandfather before, and he lived by himself when his grandfather was gone, so when he found out, it was estimated that it had been at least two days.

Seriously, I didn't really think about it that much when I drove my dad over.

It wasn't until I rushed over that I realized that although the place was remote, it was a teacher's residential building, and every house had underfloor heating.

According to my aunt, she saw people lying on the bed, already smelly, and did not dare to enter the room.

I thought to myself how smelly it can be in the winter.

But when the forensic doctors came downstairs, I smelled the strong stench on their disposable clothes.

It's not too strong, but the smell is ...... Makes me a little uncomfortable.

The medical examiner did not say specifically, but it can be ruled out that homicide should be the cause of the disease.

But it has been reminded that the corpse has decomposed, so let's be mentally prepared.

I went to buy a mask and liquor, which is the method that the policeman on the side said, sprinkle the mask with liquor, which can reduce the smell as much as possible.

After waiting downstairs for about twenty minutes, the funeral home's car came.

My dad and the two uncles went upstairs, and I was going to follow, but my dad pushed me and didn't let me go up, for fear that I would be irritated.

I thought to myself, okay, I'll wait downstairs for a hand.

Outcome...... Five minutes later, my aunt came down and called me and asked me to go up to help, because it was too heavy, my third uncle was about 170 pounds before his death, and after he died, my father couldn't lift the weight at all.

And when I went up, I found that the body had swelled and deformed.

I stood in front of the door, hesitated for about two seconds, and finally walked in, only to vomit as soon as I entered.

The smell of rotten corpses instantly reminded me of the smell of a pot of rotten stinky meat thrown into a pot to cook.

Sorry, I can't describe the smell. That's how it can be described.

To be honest, although I wrote about this subject, I tried to embellish it as much as possible, but the moment I entered the room, I completely collapsed.

I even felt like my vomit smelled a thousand times better than the rotten one in the room.

My dad and they stuffed the third uncle's body into the body bag of the funeral home, and I could only stand outside the door and vomit during that process!

It wasn't until I was in the body bag that I almost threw up in it.

My mask was mixed with my vomit and the strong smell of alcohol, maybe I finally got used to it, maybe it was finally the alcohol that did its job.

With all my strength, I gritted my teeth, hugged my third uncle's completely stiff upper body, and struggled to get him out of the room.

After being sent to the funeral home, I sat in the car, took off my coat and threw it away, and so did my dad, because the smell was really unbearable.

On the way back, I saw that the corners of my father's moist eyes, although my third uncle's conduct was not very good, but it was his own brother, who was sixty-five years old, and knocked the body that ordinary people could not look at directly at at that time into the body bag, which is not only courage, but also family affection.

When I got home, I took a shower, sat in front of the computer for ten minutes, and finally wrote this article, whether it was asking for leave or complaining, I was still an ordinary person after all, and when I encountered this kind of thing for the first time, my mood at this time was indescribable.

Not only the helplessness of relatives leaving, but also the helplessness of what I saw today, smelled, and deeply stimulated, especially the subject I wrote, I originally wanted to change the way and write some serious horror food.

But now...... I feel like my mind is a little broken, sorry, I might have to take a day off and write again tomorrow.