The origin of the name of Green Mountain Funeral Home may come from the geographical location. The museum is built on the Green Mountain, and the so-called Green Mountain, in the plain city of Liucheng, is only the nearest hill with an altitude of only more than 500 meters.

When I came, I also did my homework in detail, Green Mountain is the most ordinary small hill, there are no historical monuments, no royal tombs, and not even a folk tale that can be taken out to bluff people. Locals call it the Green Mountain, but the trees on the mountain are greener than in other places.

This makes it even more difficult for me to understand. What is Zhou Yan secretly planning? With his clues, I am not the only one who wants to get the power of the ghost gate. I'm afraid that the current Liucheng is already full of soldiers, and there is a terrible undercurrent flowing in secret. How many forces will come, and whether I can handle it alone, depends on the maneuvering of Yang Junfei's team.

"Zhou Yan, show me up early! You're in danger right now, boy. I muttered quietly, and with some concern, pushed open the door of the hallway and entered the condolence hall.

The mourning hall at the Greentown Funeral Parlor is quite spacious, although the word is a bit blasphemous to describe the place where the deceased are viewed. However, the decoration here is really remarkable.

It is a rectangular space of more than 200 square meters, and there is a nanmu shelf for the coffin in the center. The coffin is a fine crystal coffin, wide and comfortable, and the exterior is painted in a pitch-black color. The coffin was lined with flowers and low green pines. On the walls of the room are antique hanging many famous paintings and inscriptions of famous artists, although in order to meet the occasion, both calligraphy and painting are related to the theme of the afterlife.

In the painting, there are a hundred ghost feasts, heaven, and hell. However, no one seems to care about the family of the deceased, and no one has the leisure time to see.

In today's condolence hall, a ceremony is being held. Every day, many people die in Liucheng, and there is only one mourning hall in the funeral parlor, and the viewing ceremony of the deceased usually requires a queue. And the condolence hall seems to be never idle on weekdays.

Zhang Hui and I have a working group, and it is said that there is another staff member in the condolence hall, but he is still on vacation, so I haven't seen him so far.

My job is not complicated, three days is enough time for me to become proficient. The conductor carries the body of the deceased onto the corpse platform and places it in a crystal coffin. Then he was busy sprinkling flowers on the corpses, putting in the branches and leaves of evergreen trees, and aromatics to prevent the corpses from decomposing and smelling after being left for too long.

The deceased this time was a woman, about eighty years old. She died a painful death, her face was scorched, and her body was already thin and deformed. Greentown's corpse makeup artist is not bad, try to make her show a peaceful side, so that her appearance is not too scary.

The sissy Zhang Hui was still fiddling with the old paper note on his head, which looked very funny between his forehead and hair.

"Senior, it's done." I got the decoration of the condolence hall and checked the side before I walked over to make a report.

"Oh, you tell the people outside." Zhang Hui listlessly threw the walkie-talkie to me: "Use three channels." ”

I nodded, turned the channel of the walkie-talkie up, and after contacting the staff in the lounge, I glanced at Zhang Hui: "Senior, it's time for us to go to the door to greet the family of the deceased." ”

"Oh, that's a hassle." He let out an absent-minded 'oh', still fiddling with the paper note, and finally reluctantly stood up after my many urgings.

As soon as they stood at both ends of the gate of the condolence hall, the staff of the lounge had already arranged for the family of the deceased to come over. The family members lined up in front of the condolence hall, and after the silent speech, one by one, they walked indoors in a counterclockwise direction to view the remains.

The viewing ceremony is very interesting, and you can always see through the world. The relatives and friends of the deceased, some pretended to be serious, some secretly laughed, and only the closest people would fall into their eyes and cry.

But after crying, most people go out and smoke a cigarette and then talk and laugh again. This is true of relatives, friends, and children.

When people die, they die, and in a few years, how many people will still miss it?

I sighed, bowed my head, and led the family of the deceased to enter from the right and out from the left. But the condolence hall was closed after the last person left. I also instructed the staff to carry the body out of the coffin, take away the wreath and basket of the deceased, and sign the paper. The corpse was thrust into the deep, dark hallway towards the corpse furnace.

"Why do you have such a grand ceremony when you die, it's better to be filial than to be filial during your lifetime." The sissy Zhang Hui spat a mouthful of saliva on the ground with a 'bah', and the saliva was a little angry, and it was even more scorched than the face of the corpse just now. It was as if a thick layer of yellow pigment had been applied.

"Hey, work-study student, don't you think this is like an assembly line slaughterhouse?" Zhang Hui saw that I ignored myself, and said again: "The corpse comes in, and it will be moved around by people, and it will be beautified." Finally, it was dragged into the furnace and burned to ashes, and relatives wept as the bone collector picked up the ashes and unburned bones into the urn and buried them. After returning home, the family of the deceased returned to their old lives, as if there was no one else in the world. ”

"Senior, why did you suddenly become wise today?" I pouted, it was strange, this sentence was the most reasonable thing the sissy had said in three days.

"You think I'm wise, too?" The sissy fiddled with the paper talisman on her forehead, and smiled disgustingly: "I don't know why, suddenly my head is sober." If this continues, I feel like I can be a philosopher! ”

"Yes! Be! I perfunctorily locked the door of the condolence hall: "Senior, today I did the work that should have been done by you, so you have to invite me to a meal anyway." ”

"Fart, please. Young people should exercise more. Zhang Hui spat again, pushed open the corridor door and left.

Watching his back disappear, the hippie smile on my face immediately disappeared. That talisman is very important to me. Since it was pasted, the movements of the sissy have become less sissy, and the behavior has become stranger. How can that phlegm be so yellow?

I crouched down, pulled out a tissue, wrapped up the phlegm, and leaned in front of my eyes to take a closer look.

The charred phlegm was disgusting, and there was something blood-streaked in it. After looking at it for a while, my eyelids jumped a few times.

No, it's not bloodshot. Rather, nerves!

How can human nerves appear in phlegm?

Frowning, I put the phlegm in a sealed bag, hid it, and left. Throughout the afternoon, Zhang Hui was lazy, and I almost finished the work alone.

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