Ji Zimo's restoration lies in focus, details are more important than everything, and his beauty skills in the funeral home are also first-class. What I learned, saw, and appreciated from Master was so amazing and staggering.

It can be said that he is destined to be a mortician, and it can also be said that he was born to be a mortician.

A fragmented body that could hardly be repaired has been successfully restored through his meticulous, precise and exquisite skills.

Xiao Su Bai's appearance has basically recovered, Xiuting's small nose bridge, and long eyelashes under the lowered eyelids, the illusion is lifelike, like a little princess who is about to wake up in a deep sleep looking forward to the future.

Ji Zimo successfully completed the body of the victim of the car accident caused by this tragedy, and once again earned an honor for himself and the funeral home. In the quiet atmosphere, the colleagues who paid attention to him saluted with an admiring heart cast his eyes of approval and envy.

Su Bai had no relatives, so Ji Zimo and the curator gave her the last ride as relatives, and then slowly pushed into the melting workshop.

The melting staff saluted Xiao Subai's body respectfully, and then sent it into the melting furnace solemnly and solemnly. Ji Zimo left silently, and it was already nine o'clock in the evening.

At the beginning of the lanterns, the night is slightly thick, and the lights that flicker like stars are flickering far and near. Taking a deep breath, a faint and indescribable smell came to my nose in an instant. Whether it's the scent of the earth, the scent of leaves, or maybe the scent of a coffee bar.

Ji Zimo has been busy lately, and he basically didn't touch the antique motorcycle. Most of the time, Zhang Yang was picked up by car, and now that he is away, it seems that he has to catch the last bus home.

It takes twenty minutes to walk from the funeral home to the platform. There are no coffee bars and no homes on this stretch of road, because this is a funeral home, who wants to put their home close to the paradise of death.

Locals call the funeral parlor the paradise of death. Ordinary people are fine, who wants to come in? Unless someone in the family is gone and must come, or someone with a nervous disorder comes here to hang out.

In fact, from the outside, the funeral parlor looks like a green paradise, and the plants inside are relatively alternative, most of them are pines and cypresses. The white buildings, the tall chimneys, and the smelly incineration room are all relatively hidden places that are not visible to the public.

Looking inside from the door, there is a clean and tidy environment, a fountain, and a variety of fresh fish. To put it bluntly, if it weren't for the tall chimneys and the too quiet and rigorous atmosphere, giving the illusion of being a simple park.

There are horizontal and longitudinal three-way roads passing through the entrance of the funeral home.

The road that Ji Zimo is taking now is a horizontal section, and the name is really not good, it is called Requiem Road.

And the longitudinal section that goes directly to the entrance of the funeral home is called the farewell road.

The names of the two roads, Requiem Road and Farewell Road, have their own meanings. The meaning of the name of the road in front of it warns people passing by that they must pass through cautiously and not make noise, otherwise it is not good to alarm the spirits.

The meaning of the latter road is to send others on their last journey. Those who come by this way are the dead, the dead sent by the living.

The road extends in all directions, and there are many dead people sent in the horizontal section, but the name is taken here, and all kinds of ideas lie in the imagination of people. That's what it means!

Ji Zimo had already left the funeral home behind, and after walking a short distance, he should have arrived at the platform. This was the second time he got off work at the latest, because he had successfully repaired Su Bai's body, his colleagues wanted to celebrate, but he slipped away quietly, and without the participation of the main characters, there was no need to continue the celebration banquet.

Ji Zimo walked, knowing that some of the colleagues in the funeral home still pedal bicycles, and they had to walk this road. But he was surprised that after walking for a while, there was no car passing by.

Not to mention that no one pedaled a bicycle past us, not even a car. In the past, this section of the road would not be closed until ten o'clock. Then from ten o'clock to six o'clock in the morning, this section of the road will come to life.

That said, this stretch of the road was quite quiet from 10 o'clock to 6 o'clock in the morning.

The reason why locals are reluctant to walk this route after ten o'clock is not because the name of the road gives it an eerie feeling. But after ten o'clock, the road was not smooth.

There was once a bachelor who called himself a thief, he was a good drinker, and he was not willing to be lonely. belongs to the kind of person who has nothing to do, and likes to brag about how bold he is, so someone bets with him that as long as he starts from Requiem Road to the end of the funeral home gate to the end of the road after ten o'clock, he will be invited into the restaurant to eat whatever he wants, in short, according to what he likes.

On the Requiem Road and the farewell road are all carried by the same color of locust trees, in the broad daylight are shaded by the sky and the sun can not see the sun, a person walking on the road everywhere in the cold, cold forest feeling.

No matter how bold that person was, when he walked on this road, he was still inexplicably weak, and silently prayed that he would not encounter something terrible. The rustling of footsteps, the rustling of the locust trees overhead under the blows of the sneaky wind, made him suspect that something was funny overhead.

He said to himself countless times: nothing, see how Lao Tzu wins their meal this time. Thinking of the fragrant food and wine filling the table, and maybe playing with women, he smiled beautifully.

With hope, the wind was under my feet, and I walked fast without feeling abnormal, and nothing happened. Seeing that he was about to walk to the door of the funeral home, his heart was already happy.

As long as nothing happens to the funeral home, it is equivalent to winning more than half of the money.

The funeral home to the end of the road is what the two road stations look like.

He was anxious to complete the bet as soon as possible, so he quickened his pace, and it should be said that he rushed forward.

Just as he passed by the funeral home, he unexpectedly found that there were many people standing at the door of the funeral home. These people were dressed in a single white suit, which stood out in the dim light.

He looked at them, and found that these people were not only dressed in white, but also that their faces were as white as the faces of dead people! Thinking of the dead man, he couldn't help it, and quietly shuddered, and said to himself: Impossible, how could the dead stand at the door and look at it, who should they be waiting for!

As soon as this idea came up, he followed the line of sight of these "people" and found that they were staring at the farewell. At this moment, a car, a bus, drove from the farewell road.

Hi! These people were originally going to travel, and this bus was also wonderful, and it took more than ten o'clock to come. If it were me, I would be too lazy to go, so I might as well sleep at home.

Because of these people, his pace slowed down significantly. Seeing that they get on the bus in an orderly manner, behave mechanically, and look wooden, it is not like they are going to travel, but like going to ......

He didn't dare to continue thinking about it, he had strange feelings, something was wrong. Just as he turned around and wanted to leave, someone seemed to be waving at him in the pile of "people".

Who is it? He was suspicious, but he still walked over curiously to see who was beckoning.

After walking over, he saw that the person who waved at him was none other than Lao Han, a friend who died of a heart attack not long ago.

That's not right! Lao Han is dead, how can he still be here? And beckoning to yourself! The more he thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong, how could he dare to say hello to Lao Han, and he didn't slip away quickly, wanting to wait for death.

He ran away, ran out of the funeral home, and ran out of the Requiem Road.

Strangely, after that night, many people stopped talking to him. No matter what he said or said, people ignored him as if they didn't see it.

Until one day, he came to Requiem Road again by mistake, and consciously stood at the door of the funeral home and waited for the bus. And this car is not a tourist car, it is the last bus in the journey of life.

Ji Zimo had heard this story and heard it from the mouth of the aunt who swept the floor at the funeral home.

The aunt always had a good heart, and told him not to take the requiem road and farewell road at ten o'clock. Otherwise, you will see things you shouldn't see, and you will encounter things you don't like.

Ji Zimo doesn't quite believe that this story is authentic. He feels that a place like a funeral parlor is intimidating, and some imaginative people will inevitably make up some bizarre stories to scare people because of the special nature of this place.

Ji Zimo doesn't believe it, just believe it! Now it is really not suitable to walk on this too quiet, dead requiem road. He himself felt that there was something evil tonight, especially since he hadn't seen the familiar platform after walking for a long time.

Maybe it's time to buy a car. It's better to drive than to walk like this!

Ji Zimo looked at the watch on his wrist again, my God, it was almost an hour, and the hands were almost ten o'clock. What's going on? In an hour's journey on his feet, he would have to walk to the International Building.

The International Building is about four stations away from where he lives. But now it's not in the International Building at all, but on Requiem Road, and in the dark it looks like I've just come out of the funeral parlor and hasn't gone far.

Ji Zimo turned around and stared at the rows of locust trees behind him that were quietly and silently staring at him. I don't know that fool planted these locust trees in the already gloomy area.

Master told him that the locust tree sucks shade and is easy to hide some bad things.

A car appeared on the other side of the road without warning, and Ji Zimo looked at the car with a frown. The car speeding under the locust tree was a bus. It seemed like there were a lot of people sitting in the car, and he could see the swaying shadows from the window.

Ji Zimo stood still, watching the car pass by. Just as he was passing by, the window of the nearby car opened, casting a familiar gaze from the window.

Looking at this familiar face, after makeup, she is still so energetic, with a charming little nose, slightly raised eyebrows, and a hand waving at him.

She is Zhu Yimeng, and next to her is Xiao Subai. The car full of "people" who have undergone makeup and beauty, and they are now going to that world in their best appearance.

Isn't this the last train of the legendary journey of life!! It seems that many legends in the world are not just legends, nor are they groundless, he didn't believe it just now, but now he has to believe it when he sees it with his own eyes.

Ji Zimo was stunned, watching the car disappear from sight, only then did he come back to his senses, waved his hand at the car that rushed away, and whispered: "Goodbye." ”

This book originated from reading a book