Ji Zimo said that the deceased did not close his eyes, so I believe that he had tried a method that is rarely used under normal circumstances, that is, glue to stick tightly. So, instead of asking him about the measures he had taken without closing the deceased's eyes, the Master said incredulously, "How is that possible?" Then he thought about it and said: "He died in a car accident, his fiancée is not out of danger, it is said that there are slight contusions to the liver and spleen, and he is in the intensive care unit." Could it be that he wanted to take one last look at his fiancée? Or maybe you have an unfulfilled wish! ”

Ji Zimo rushed out without thinking: "It's an unfulfilled wish." ”

Master questioned, "How do you know?" ”

Ji Zimo touched the back of his head, smiled bitterly and said, "It's good that I've been with my master for so long, and I know a little bit about these things." ”

With his left hand on his cheek and his right hand on his elbow, the master said thoughtfully, "If that's the case, then we have to find out what his unfulfilled wish is." ”

"How to check! How long will it take? Ji Zimo thought that as long as the master was responsible, he could put the deceased back into the freezer and delay the cremation time, so he could think of checking the situation of the deceased.

The master pondered for a moment and said, "This is uncertain, there was an example a long time ago, a young girl who was killed by murder was disguised as a suicide, and as a result, she was sent to the funeral home, and her makeup and beauty were exhausted, but she just didn't close her eyes. ”

When Ji Zimo heard his master say this, the pressure in his heart was slightly reduced. So this kind of thing happened before? It's good that this isn't the first case.

Master looked at Ji Zimo a little absent-mindedly, "Do you know the deceased?" ”

"No, I don't know." Ji Zimo rarely stutters, you must know that his eloquence is not ordinarily good.

The master also heard the question and asked, "Do you have something to hide from me?" ”

Ji Zimo's face turned red, and he looked shy, and said in a low voice: "There really isn't." ”

"Look me in the eye." Master's face sank, and his tone was very stern.

Ji Zimo glanced at his master in confusion, raised his head and muttered, "He, he is my classmate." ”

The master was so angry that he pointed at him and said in an accentuated tone: "You~ I think it's strange, what others can't avoid, you took it over, it turns out that he really has something to do with you?" ”

"Master, help me, help him." Ji Zimo knew that without the help of the master, even if the deceased did not close his eyes, the funeral home would have a way to deal with it, that is, to use chemical synthetic threads to suture the eyes of the deceased, and then follow the normal procedure to bid farewell to relatives, and then push the melting furnace.

"You really want to help him?"

"Hmm."

"You can find a way, I'll help you try it."

"Let's just say that the deceased has an unfulfilled wish, and you can figure out that he wants to see his fiancée for the last time." Ji Zimo's master was a miracle before he became a mortician.

Fortune-telling is detrimental to yin virtue and hinders heaven, and the master has not been married so far, let alone has children. That's why he accepted Ji Zimo as an apprentice, although he was an apprentice, he regarded him as his own son.

Now that Ji Zimo has something to ask for, as a master, how can he care?

In this way, Master Kang Zhentian stepped forward and applied to the funeral home leader for a request to send the deceased back to the freezer. Only on the day that the deceased's fiancée came to visit him on the day he was discharged from the hospital, he informed his relatives to see him for the last time and sent him to the melting furnace to complete the last journey of his life.

After finishing the matter, Ji Zimo went to the hospital. I can only stay outside the intensive care unit, and outside the intensive care unit, there are several family members of the injured.

Ji Zimo didn't know anyone, so he left quietly.

Coming out of the hospital, Ji Zimo answered a phone call.

"Master?"

"Well, come to my house."

Master's home is a few stops away from the funeral home, a place called Osmanthus Lane, and Ji Zimo rides a motorcycle. From the hospital to Osmanthus Lane, the journey is a little farther on the way, and on the way, you have to pass through a large courtyard near the new water source community in the north of the city that has not been demolished, which is incompatible with the new residential community buildings next to it and still maintains the old ancient buildings.

From the new water source community to Osmanthus Lane, take two more stops to arrive.

Ji Zimo went to the Miscellaneous Courtyard, where his old classmate Shi Lin and his fiancée Cai Xiaolan lived.

After graduating from college, my classmates were busy with their own affairs, and they were no longer as free and free to play as they used to be. There is pressure on each other to adapt to this volatile and materialistic society.

The reason why Ji Zimo chose to be a funeral director is because of his difficulties.

There is nothing bad about the funeral home, there will be no open and secret fighting, it is clean, and it is quiet.

Some people say that the funeral parlor is the junction of the entrance to hell, and it is also said that it is the gate of hell.

But Ji Zimo doesn't think so, he feels that the dead are bad, but they are not as complex and fickle as the minds of the living. He likes to stay with the dead, likes to whisper to their spirits in the sky, go all the way, whether you are sin or good in this life, and hope to be a good person in the next life.

Before you know it, you have arrived at the jurisdiction of the new water source. Ji Zimo hasn't been here for a long time, he is a little unfamiliar with the environment here, and he doesn't know anyone here.

Ji Zimo is not sociable, he likes to be quiet. There are also dislikes, that is, a certain invisible thing, which is close to him anytime and anywhere.

He felt that this ability to see, feel, and hear was not a gift, but more like a curse.

Because he has different abilities from ordinary people, he was forced to give up the civil engineering major he studied, so he chose to be a funeral director according to his special ability.

When he really reached the qualifications of a mortician, on a night when he couldn't see his fingers, Ji Zimo stood on the top floor of the residential area, holding a loudspeaker and shouting into the dark night sky, "Come on!" I'm officially facing you now, I'm close to you, and if you need any help, just come to me. ”

In Osmanthus Lane, the blue street sign broke into Ji Zimo's sight. He turned a corner and entered a small alley.

The alley is paved with bluestone slabs, and the top of the head is full of colorful clothes and sheets to dry. There were a few children playing with rubber bands, and Ji Zimo could only get down and push the car up.

Finally arrived at the door of Master's unit, Ji Zimo leaned on the car, locked it and went upstairs.

Master's house is on the third floor.

A portrait of Zhong Kui hung on the door.

The master installed a dark green security door, Ji Zimo at first glance, why are Zhong Kui's eyes green? When I looked closely, I found that Zhong Kui's eyes seemed to have been dug out by the naughty child, leaving two holes......

Rang the doorbell, entered the house, did not say anything polite to the master, and went straight to the point to ask what was the matter.

Master dipped his chopsticks in water on the table and wrote a word. Ji Zimo stared at this word for a long time, he understood the meaning of this word, and he didn't feel strange when he saw too much numbness.

Master's home is particularly deserted, with singular units from the inside to the outside. I think many people understand what singular means, so there is no need to give examples one by one.

Because most of what is eaten, used, is singular. In addition, there is no other furnishings on the walls of the house, except for a pair of calligraphy and paintings that seem to be very good, so the room looks particularly empty.

Ji Zimo was quietly thinking that when the master was working, he was like a god who didn't eat or drink. When he was home alone, he was like a floating ghost, drunk and asleep, and occasionally talking in his sleep.

The master is not close to women, not to look down on women, but not to be close to women.

Ji Zimo could learn all the skills granted by his master, but he couldn't detect the secrets in his heart.

There are two big men in the room, and the master rarely smokes, unless there is something that can't be solved, he doesn't allow Ji Zimo to smoke on weekdays. The space room always makes people panic inexplicably, so he didn't stay long and hurriedly left.

When Ji Zimo came out of the master's house, it was already the beginning of the lanterns, and the lights were confused with the night, just like the quiet night flowing with colorful clothes.

People who like nightlife crowd into the door of mainstream nightlife entertainment venues such as coffee bars and KTVs. A few stand on tiptoe watching movie commercials, others stand still and wander under the brilliant flashing neon lights, and at night there are few children, who are now mostly lying on their desks doing their homework or playing games on game consoles.

Ji Zimo also came from the age of a child, so he has a deep understanding.

He thought of the word that Master had drawn with water, and he couldn't help but smile bitterly. Master is too careful, he draws with his hands, and doesn't say it with his mouth, isn't it a leak of heavenly secrets?

It's not a big deal to have text messages on your phone, and there are so many harassing text messages every day. What your mobile phone won the lottery, and there are communication activities and so on.

With this idea, Ji Zimo didn't look at his phone, but started the cart and stepped out of Osmanthus Alley.

The person who may have sent the text message, anxious and did not get a reply, called him again.

Ji Zimo likes indifferent sad songs, the phone rang: "This street" rang, he picked up the phone and asked, "Hey." ”

The other party asked on the phone, "Where are you?" ”

"Outside, you~ something?"

The other party said, "Well, there is an emergency. ”

Ji Zimo said: "How about seeing the old place? ”

The other party didn't seem to have any objection and agreed.

Ji Zimo hung up the phone and put it in his pocket, started the car and headed towards the so-called old place, a KTV dance hall called Triumphal Arch.

It was Shi Lin who called him.

In college, Shi Lin liked to bring Cai Xiaolan to the Arc de Triomphe Song and Dance Hall to sing and dance.

Occasionally, Shi Lin also invited Ji Zimo to come with the two of them. He said that with Ji Zimo's conditions, there is a handful of girls who like it, but he doesn't understand why he keeps a low profile and always appears in front of the opposite sex with a silent attitude.

The purpose of bringing Ji Zimo to the dance hall is to open his eyes, what is life, this is called life.

There is a stone forest, plus an invitation from Cai Xiaolan, Ji Zimo is not easy to refuse, knowing that he is going to make a light bulb, he still goes.

The Arc de Triomphe Cabaret, with its shiny neon signs, the slightly fluttering streams and soybeans on the lamps, combined with the glittering floor and the low-hanging velvet blue drapery, give people a sense of trance as soon as they arrive.

Colorful lights flickered, and abstract lights shone on the dancing crowd, who swayed like crazy to the rhythm of the DJ's music.

Ji Zimo sat in the most inconspicuous corner, a head shorter, only seeing his hips and chest, swinging between the mixed arms.

The smoky, all kinds of smells and hot scenes made him restless, and he hated this kind of place very much.

Whether they are rich or not, they come to the dance hall, looking at the style and relying on the momentum.

Ji Zimo has his inner temperament, and when he stepped into the Arc de Triomphe dance hall, he attracted a person's attention.

She is the later Su Qingmei.

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