According to Master Lu's later description, when the girl held her mother's urn, her expression was unusually calm, but the husband and sister of the deceased were crying in the mourning hall, and they finally understood that all the time and memories they had with their deceased relatives would be forever sealed in this dark brown, carved moire box.

It is gratifying that just as they walked out of the door, the girl's aunt quietly handed the card to Master Lu and asked Master Lu to transfer it to the child. Maybe she returned kindly at the last moment, but she knew the girl's temper, so after weighing it, she could only hand over the bank card with tuition fees to Master Lu at an inopportune time. Lu Bingyi caught up with the girl and saw the girl holding her mother's urn, so he didn't say much, just put the card in the girl's satchel and turned back.

This kind of thing often happens in Sanqing funeral home, and maybe it also happens in funeral homes all over the world, everyone who works here is doing their duty and duty, here, death may be the only destination, but goodness is like a jewel that exudes a weak light.

When the Three Treasures and the Master were done, the sun was already setting in the west, and the whole valley was reflected in a rosy sunset, like velvet paved with light red and golden lines, and the place of death was now radiating the breath of holiness and love. After dinner, there was nothing to do for the time being, and everyone was idle. The master and apprentice walked on the path leading to the cemetery again, chatting tepidly.

"These things are too common for us here. You get used to it slowly. Master Lu didn't look at the three treasures, and walked with a figure-eight step, his fingers playing with the pine and cypress branches next to him.

"Well, but master, there are some things I don't understand." Sambo said the question in his heart.

"Say it."

"Today, before putting makeup on the girl's mother, is it not often that her body is tightened."

Master Lu stopped, looked sideways at San Bao, his eyes became serious, and then he said, "Except for this time, I also encountered one ten years ago, but it is even more weird than this. ”

The master and apprentice walked around the path around the cemetery, and Sam Bao quietly listened to the master talk about the past.

One day back ten years ago, Lu Bingyi received a task to make up for a 10-year-old local boy, the boy was drowned, his parents neglected to take care of him, and the naughty child accidentally slipped into the depths of the mire when playing by the lotus root pond under the mountain. By the time the adults found out that the boy had been fished out of the mud, the boy was no longer breathing.

Now, the Three Jewels can only imagine what it would be like when the calamity happened. The boy was deep in the mud, and must have struggled desperately before he was swallowed up in the mud, but then he could only sink deeper and deeper, and perhaps his desperate cries for help could be heard far away, but unfortunately that afternoon, there was no one around, and there was silence......

Lu Bingyi went on to tell that the accident became the most sensational event in the area that year. Adults will use his accidental death to teach their children to go home as soon as possible after school. Don't usually go out into the wild alone. Even in the lotus field, the child's ghost has been lurking in the muddy water. Whoever enters it will be dragged into the mud by his feet.

On a cold night, someone once saw a melancholy boy sitting by the lotus pond......

In the middle of the night, the villagers not far away had heard the faint cries for help from the lotus fields, but no one dared to go over to see what was going on.

These rumors did not last long, and the lotus fields were forcibly filled in and replaced with harmless corn. I heard that the owner of the lotus field has also sued everywhere for this. After he received an unexpected compensation, the matter was put to rest. However, the boy's story has not dissipated with time, and now, in the overlord ridge at sunset, it is continuing to be passed down from the mouth of another person.

The child's family called Master Lu and asked him to put on the boy's makeup at home. Just as he had just scrubbed the boy clean, the small body, which was already stiff and cold, suddenly sat up, and the men, women, and children present screamed in shock. Immediately after that, an even more incredible scene happened, the boy turned his head to look at the people around him, pointed to his dumbfounded father and said: Dad, give me a glass of water, I am thirsty.

The boy's father must have been frightened and his scalp exploded, but after a moment he realized that his child was not dead, and was now sitting in front of him asking for water. People hurriedly poured a glass of water, brought to him by the boy's father, the boy took the glass and drank it all, and then looked at the people gathered around, his parents and relatives were already in tears, and the response was fast and they were calling the emergency number.

The boy turned his head to look at Master Lu who was at a loss, smiled at him, and said, "Thank you." Then lie down and close your eyes. Never woke up again.

"How can a dead person suddenly come back to life, say a few words, drink saliva and die again, what is the truth?" After listening to the master's description, Sanbao was also incredulous.

"Remember, Sanbao, in our line of work, you will see many things that ordinary people can't see and understand, those strange things can't be explained by science, at least the current science can't explain, but it doesn't mean that they are unreasonable, isn't their existence reasonable." Master Lu looked at him and said.

Sambo took a deep breath of the clear mountain air and exhaled it again, "What about later?" Sambo continued to ask.

"Later...... There is no later, after the doctor arrived, on-site first aid, but no matter how to get it, the child still did not come back to life in the end, I had heard of the corpse fraud before, but it is estimated that I will not encounter a few times in my life like that...... Do you say this is a return to the soul? Master Lu turned his head and asked Sanbao.

"Back to the soul, I really haven't seen it, but this time today, I also opened my eyes." Sambo replied to the master.

"The days to come are still long, you have a lot of experience, you have to handle a lot of things by yourself, I will retire next year, learn more and remember more." Master Lu was obviously a little tired, so he stopped talking and pulled Sanbao to turn around and walk back.

"By the way, it's your turn to be on duty tonight, but it's basically nothing, if it's really important, let me know in time." I'm going home first. No problem, right? Master Lu asked.

"It's okay, I'm on duty every day, and I ...... anyway" Sanbao originally wanted to say that I didn't have a home anyway, but the word "home" came to my mouth and swallowed it.

"It's nothing." Sambo continued.

"Nacheng, follow the duty procedures, there are other people here at night, communicate more if you have something." After Master Lu finished speaking, he walked towards the parking area at the gate, and the small bread of the funeral home stopped at the door.

Sam Bao was on duty the night after, and the night before was electrician Zhang and another temporary worker. But today, Chen Fei, the salesman on duty with Sanbao, committed enteritis, and after taking the medicine, he lay down on the sofa in the duty room. Sanbao was bored in the duty room, so he walked out of the duty room and came to the hall.

The digital display of the electronic clock on the wall was one o'clock in the morning, and the whole hall was silent, except for the hum of the cold wind blowing on the glass. Sambo loved this transcendent tranquility, not to mention the fact that the wails of the deceased's family members during the day for several days were disturbing. Sambo wandered leisurely around the hall, only the sound of his own footsteps echoing in the empty farewell hall.

At this moment, a strange sound slowly appeared, like someone sobbing softly, and as if someone was scraping on the wall. The sound had never been heard before, and Sambo stopped and closed his eyes, hoping to find its way to the sound. Soon, he discovered that the murmur was coming from the end of the corridor - there was the cremation room.

San Bao didn't call Chen Fei, and because of today's master's instructions and hints, San Bao was also mentally prepared for this. He realized that in such a place, there were always supernatural phenomena that ordinary people could not understand and that science could not explain, and even the well-informed masters, who were party members and atheists, were silent about them. Maybe you've all encountered it; Maybe everyone knows; But they all tacitly keep their own secrets. Sanbao pondered in his heart, and he slowly walked towards the cremation room.

The closer he got to the door of the cremation room, the more obvious the sound became, Sam Bao walked to the door, stopped, the strange sound also stopped automatically, Sam Bao held his breath, put his ear to the door, this time he clearly heard the child's slight crying.

If this happened to any normal person, it would have been so frightened that his scalp would have exploded and he was trembling. But Sambo is not an ordinary person, and his talent allows him to easily resolve this. Sambo breathed steadily, pushed the door and entered the house. He pressed the button next to the door, and the dark cremation room was immediately lit up. On the outer walls of the three huge pure steel cremation furnaces, their own white and deformed shadows appeared.

The child's sobbing continued, not stopping when someone arrived, and Sambo carefully identified the source of the sound, and he could be sure that it was not the sound of wind, electricity, or a cat's meow. The cremation room is a closed space around the perimeter, and there can be no other sound source except for the pipes behind the crematorium, and this sound comes from the old broken crematorium on the very edge.

Sambo stared at the crematorium, and he walked up to him and put his ear to the door again, this time hearing the child's cry very clearly. "Woooooooooo......oo Woo woo......" The interval between the crying was accompanied by the sound of nails scraping on the metal, and before Sanbao could react, there was a huge impact sound, and something hit the inside of the furnace door, so startled that Sanbao quickly retracted his head.

He stared at the closed door, his hand slowly reaching for the button on the side.

He didn't know what would happen when the furnace door opened, what kind of demons and monsters were crying in the crematorium, but Sambo's curiosity drove him to press the start button.

In the quiet cremation room, the sound ......of the machine starting was also amplified several times, and the room seemed to be driven into an off-road motorcycle.

The door of the furnace slowly rose, and Sambo couldn't believe his eyes. "Oh my God," he said to himself.

A child squats in the crematorium.