I thought for a moment and said, "Now, after a night of hard thinking about your situation, I have indeed thought of a way, and I can make a final attempt. That's right, if there are three people in this world who really love you, and you just can't get tears, my method is useful. If there weren't these three people in this world, then I really wouldn't have a choice. ”

Li Zecheng couldn't wait to ask: "Don't sell Guanzi, what else can you do?" ”

I said confidently, "Together, we can give you a simple funeral, that is, a farewell to the body, and you have to notify all your relatives and friends." ”

Li Zechen was angry and interrupted without waiting for me to finish. He questioned me, "Qin Yuan, are you eager to get rid of my burden as soon as possible and let me go to hell earlier?" ”

"Don't worry, listen to what I've to say. I said that if there are really three people in this world who love you, and you can't get tears, it can only mean that you can't love deeply. Tomorrow we will carry your body back to your home, and tell everyone that you have died, and let them come and mourn for you. Are you still afraid that you won't be able to collect tears? Of course, this requires your mother's cooperation, how about you use Zhang Yuchen's body to do your mother's work, and cooperate with the two of us to perform a fake funeral scene? ”

"I see, it's yours." Li Zecheng suddenly realized, clapped his hands, and immediately agreed.

In the second half of the night, the two of us worked hard to discuss specific matters about tomorrow's funeral ceremony. Li Zecheng is a person with a unit, has a wide range of contacts, and participates in many kinds of red and white affairs. He spoke eloquently and expressed a lot of opinions on form and process.

I explained to him, "Our ceremony is fake, the important thing is to let the big guys know the news of your death and believe that you are really dead, and we have achieved our goal." In order to collect tears, we have limited manpower, and the formal process is simple. ”

To be honest, fake funerals have been in my mind for a long time. This is the most effective way to collect tears.

But my situation is different from Li Zecheng, the people who really know and care about me are currently aware of my hospitalization, and fake death cannot achieve the effect of deceiving them and outwitting tears; And for those who are not familiar with my condition, I don't have much hope for them.

Li Zecheng is different, his relatives and friends need this fuse of fake death to be able to leave 100% pure tears for Li Zecheng, which is his last struggle against his fate. Whether it works or not, it's worth trying.

After discussing the specific details, I forcibly sent Li Zecheng back before dawn to let Zhang Yuchen rest for a while, because tomorrow there will be a whole day's work during the day, and I am worried that the child's body will not be able to withstand it.

At ten o'clock in the morning, I successfully possessed Ding Xiaofei, and before going out, I used Ding Xiaofei's mobile phone to call Zhang Yuchen. I immediately decided to go out now and gather in Li Zecheng's ward in Inner Mongolia Hospital, and I asked Zhang Yuchen to bring me some early, because my life is really poor now, and a hundred yuan can't last a few days.

After we met, Zhang Yuchen had already called his mother in advance, saying that there was something important to talk about and asked her to wait at home.

The most tricky thing at this moment is how to transport Li Zecheng's body home in full view of everyone. And his body also has an oxygen mask and electrocardiogram equipment, which is very cumbersome.

But I can't take care of it so much, the ECG instrument is too heavy, and it is inconvenient to carry it and go back directly. The two of us quickly changed Li Zecheng's body into a hospital gown, put on the prepared civilian clothes, and had to wear the oxygen mask if it was unremovable.

Zhang Yuchen was in front, blocking the sight of the medical staff and helping me to cover, I looked left and right in the back, and quickly rushed to the elevator with Li Zecheng's body on my back. Only the family members of the patients in the same room asked, "Where are you going to carry the patient on your back?" Zhang Yuchen covered up perfunctorily. Along the way, it didn't attract too much attention from the medical staff, at most it was just a sideways gaze, and no one liked to meddle in things. The elevator doors closed, and we looked at each other, relieved, and finally there was no danger.

On the way home by taxi, Zhang Yuchen was not worried that his body would be lost, and he didn't know where to find a nurse who was resting at home on shift today, and took care of his body. This was beyond what I had discussed with him the night before.

Zhang Yuchen generously threw the little nurse a red ticket of 1,800, and at the same time told her to pretend to be relaxed and natural to take care of the patient. If there is any abnormality in the patient, report it to him in time.

A group of four of us rushed to Li's mother's residence non-stop, and she had never seen Li's mother except me, Zhang Yuchen and the little nurse.

She was very surprised to see her son dragging his sick body and being taken home for no reason. She first helped us to put Li Zecheng's body on her own bed, and then adjusted Li Zecheng's sleeping position and wiped her body, finally revealing her mother's meticulous and considerate side.

Finally, to explain the doubts in her mind. Zhang Yuchen and I went into battle together, and persuaded Mother Li with a long speech that I had made up in advance. Of course, it is impossible for us to tell Mother Li's true identity Zhang Yuchen, nor can we be so ridiculous as to tell Mother Li the truth about collecting tears. Mother Li didn't understand what she heard, but she didn't understand it very well.

Zhang Yuchen still knew his mother, and he made up nonsense to deceive his mother, saying: "We are holding a fake funeral, the purpose is to defraud relatives and friends of gifts." ”

Although Li's mother didn't know why we helped her with a fake funeral in vain, she was willing to cooperate without a bottom line for money, deceiving and concealing relatives and friends.

Zhang Yuchen and I went to the funeral shop to buy items together, and made a list of the items we needed: shroud (filial piety clothes), a two-meter-long white cloth, a stack of money for the dead to burn, incense and a stove for worship, a basin for burning paper, a box of mourning tapes that were played after the death of the person, and a black-and-white portrait of Li Zecheng himself.

The shopkeeper was an old man with gray hair, a goatee, and a man in his seventies. Li Zecheng had more contact with these funeral items than me, and he was in charge of purchasing and counterselling with the shopkeeper.

In funeral shops, there are often a wide variety of paper bundles, which are a bit similar to the taste of storage rooms. I wandered around, scanning. A man came in from outside the shop, and he entered the inner room of the shop with a familiar way. The shopkeeper glanced at it, said "I'm back", and then helped Li Zecheng choose.

The man passed me head-on, and I noticed his appearance, the same person I met at the elevator entrance of the hospital. If it weren't for his impressive bull's nose, I wouldn't have remembered him.