I'm not good at talking, and I have a lot of things in my heart that I don't know how to express them. I wanted to keep those strange experiences to myself and never tell anyone, but I found that I couldn't.

It's impossible to say it, no one believes it, and it can be regarded as a psychopath. Who do you think would believe that there is anything supernatural in this world today? Who believes in the resurrection of the dead? Who believes in zombie homicide? Believe it or not, I believe it anyway...... But the scary thing is that it's weird, and it's much more than that......

What is a crematorium? Mysterious? Uncanny? Thriller? Stimulate? Hehe, this is just a tall hat given to it by a group of people who don't know the truth. But I have to admit that before I went to work in the crematorium, I knew it the same way. But after I went to work in the crematorium for a while, I realized that it was boring, boring, and depressing.

When I first started working at the crematorium, I was disgusted and disgusted, and I couldn't think of any job more unacceptable than here. I even feel more comfortable picking up manure than staying in the crematorium. Because at first, the strange smell of the crematorium was more difficult for me to accept than dung.

However, just as I began to get acquainted with and accept life in this crematorium, a body that was about to be cremated suddenly "disappeared............

The corpse was a female corpse, and if I remember correctly, it should have been Friday, evening, after seven o'clock.

It started drizzling that day in the afternoon and continued into the evening. I still remember sitting in the duty room watching a (there is an oldest VCD in the duty room that is used to relieve the boredom of the staff. Some time ago, my good friend came to see me and brought me some films about the island country, and that night was the first time I watched it in the crematorium...... After all, to see such a ...... in such a place Ahem, or is it serious...... Listening listlessly to the sound of the rain outside, thinking that if the rain goes down, my weekend will be in the soup, so I don't have the heart to look at the men and women who are constantly moving on the screen, get up and turn off the VCD, ready to play Lin Zhengying's ghost film, at this time, there was a knock on the door.

To be honest, the knock on the door scared me, after all, this place is a bit special. It was already past seven o'clock, and it was raining lightly, and it was already dark outside. Is there anyone still coming to the crematorium at this time? At least I haven't been here for so long. If the family had sent it for cremation, it would not have been now. Because we have rules, we have to make an appointment in advance to come to the cremation, and the time is during the day. After half past five, there could be no one. But now, there was a real knock on the door outside. I had no choice but to open the door. What if the leaders come here to inspect?

When I opened the door, I was surprised to find that there was no leader, just an old man and a hospital-specific sliding cart.

The old man seemed to be in a hurry, knocking on the door vigorously, his eyes fixed on the cart, and when I opened the door he didn't find it, and almost hit me with a fist. Luckily, I was able to dodge it in time. It wasn't until the old man realized that he had knocked on the empty before he came to his senses. Seeing me was like seeing a savior, and immediately held my hand tightly.

"Comrade, there are still people here! Great, great! The old man said as he held my hand tightly.

I was taken aback by his sudden enthusiasm and quickly withdrew my hand. He didn't have an umbrella when it was raining outside, and his whole body was basically soaked. My hands were also wet, and the hands holding me were sticky and a little disgusting.

"What do you do?" I instinctively took a step back and looked at the cart behind him. The cart was covered with white sheets, which were clinging to the cart because of the rain. Reflects the silhouette of a person.

I regretted it after asking, how could I ask such a brainless question? What for? What else can a person who pushes a body to the crematorium do but come to crematorium? Is it really the same as I said before, don't come to cremation and barbecue? Whole medium-rare, then chicken-flavored, crunchy?

"Hehe, hehe. Comrade, look at what you said. Naturally, I wanted to be cremated. The old man said to me with a smile. As he spoke, he wanted to squeeze in. One hand pulls the cart.

Seeing him like this has countless questions in my heart, this is the first time I have seen someone laugh in the crematorium. And it was the one who came with the body for cremation. Can I not be surprised? What's more, the old man's behavior is really a bit abnormal now. So I didn't even think about it, and blocked the door tightly.

The old man saw that I was blocking the door and not letting me in, so he gave up his plan to squeeze in. He smiled at me again, then poked his head out and looked inside.

"What do you see!" I drank harshly. This old man is so abnormal.

"No, nothing...... That, comrade, you're alone here, right? The old man looked behind me again and asked.

Perverse, absolutely aberrant!

"No, it's not, what do you want to do!" Somehow, I was a little panicked when I looked at the old man's smiling face. Coupled with his current behavior, it is even more strange. Strangeness is the source of fear......

"Hehe, little comrade, I can see it. You're alone here. "The old man hey again.

"That's right, I'm alone. What do you want! "I'm still blocking the door. His hey me off.

"Go in and say, go in and say." The old man looked at the cart behind him with a worried face. Then he pushed me. Seeing that I hadn't moved, he reached into his pocket.

the groove. What does this damn old man want to do! Do you still want to break into the crematorium?

"You............ Come in. "I've just said a word from you. The old man took out a stack of hundred-dollar bills and shoved them into my hand. A rough estimate shows that there are five thousand dollars for that stack. I'm working here for a little over 3,000 a month. Now that I've been given so much at once, can I not let him in? You can't go against money against anyone...... But that's not the only reason. Although I only had three seconds after he gave me the money and let him push the cart in, I thought a lot about those three seconds. First of all, it's not good for an elderly family to get wet when it's raining outside. Secondly, he came with a cart of corpses, can we refuse to come to the crematorium for cremation? Although it's not during working hours, the rules are dead, and the money is ...... No, people are alive, aren't they?

The old man pushed the cart into the crematorium. I looked outside, it was still raining, and it was pitch black and deserted, except for some sporadic lights in the distance......

"Tell me, what are you here for?" I asked another idiotic question.

"Comrade, look at what you said. What can I do here, of course I'm here for cremation. He looked at me and answered my questions. I kept my eyes on him and found that he was looking at me. But from time to time, he glanced at the corpse on the cart with his eyes, his face full of worry.

"To be cremated? Who is cremated? "I asked another idiot's question. The person he was going to cremate must have been the one lying on the cart. I took a closer look, and it was supposed to be a female corpse, and because of the rain, the sheets were tightly attached to the corpse. At this time, the two bulging peaks on the chest of the corpse could be clearly seen......

"Cremate my daughter." The old man gestured to the man on the cart.

"Your daughter?" I pointed to the corpse on the cart in confusion.

"Hmm. My daughter. ”

"Can you take a look?" I asked.

When the old man heard me ask, his face was clearly unwilling. But he looked at the corpse and at me, and saw that I seemed resolute. I had to nod helplessly.

With his permission, I lifted the sheets.

It's okay, it's okay, it's good-looking. That was the first thing the corpse gave me. I know it's immoral to judge a dead person. But this female corpse is really very different from what I imagined. Judging from the old man's actions, I thought that this corpse was mutilated or had suffered some kind of accident, and that the corpse could not have been very complete. I once dealt with a corpse that had been in a car accident: its neck was broken and it was hanging on its chest. During the car accident, he slid several meters on the ground with his face on the ground, all his facial features were gone, his nose was hollow, his head was also missing, and his brain was overflowing, which was particularly disgusting...... At that time, after reading this, I couldn't eat for several days, and I could only hang salt water when I ate and vomited......

Seeing that this old man is so mysterious, I thought that this corpse would also be such an accident. But it didn't.

"Comrade? Homosexuals? The old man called out to me several times. As I continued to lift the sheets.

"Oh, what's wrong?" I promised him, but my hands didn't stop moving, and I continued to lift the sheets.

"Comrade, when will it be cremated?" When the sheet reached his stomach, the old man pretended to be inadvertently pounced and pressed it, and then asked me.

"Oh. As soon as tomorrow afternoon. "Seeing that he stopped me, I didn't go any further. Clapped his hands in reply.

"This comrade ......," the old man looked at the corpse and called out to me.

"Say something quickly......" I urged him as I brought a form from the duty room. Someone who brought the body had to be registered first. There's more to the program than that. But I took 5,000 yuan from other people, and I gave him convenience if I could. After all, it's just a trivial matter of burning a dead person. It doesn't hurt God or anything, right?

"No, we can't wait until tomorrow afternoon." He grabbed my hand.

"Okay. The first batch will be cremated tomorrow morning, okay. "It was the biggest decision I could make. Although I am half a landlord here, I can't go overboard.

"No way!" The old man was categorical, "Cremation now." ”

"You run the crematorium by your family?" I gave him a blank look. This is cremation and not barbecue, if you give me more money, will I roast it for you first? Besides, I've never seen anyone in such a hurry to cremate their loved ones. Isn't it crying every time you come? Just this old man, it's too perverse and too abnormal! I kept an eye on it.