Chapter Eighty-Eight: The Corpse Painter

Could it be that he is carrying a female corpse that has been defrauded? Otherwise, how could there be a smell of soaking biological specimens and formalin for embalming?

Ma Lianhai's hands trembled slightly, and even the car was a little left and right, he didn't dare to turn his head directly to look, but squinted hard, and looked at the female passenger with the corner of his eye.

At first glance, he almost frightened his heart to stop, only to see that the woman's nostrils were slowly bleeding outward, and the woman seemed to be unaware, allowing the blood to flow to the corners of her mouth.

At this point, he has been sure that he has met the legendary female ghost who hitchhikes, but he didn't expect his luck to be so bad, he has been a driver for more than 20 years, and he has not been out of the night car once or twice.

I used to hear my peers say that I ran into a beautiful woman waving when I got out of the car in the middle of the night, or I saw that I hit an old man or an old lady or something, but there was nothing after getting out of the car, and I returned to the car and unexpectedly found that the car had turned off, and I couldn't fight the legend anyway, but I didn't touch it once, and this time it was a long experience.

People are like this, the more scared they are, the more nervous they are, and the more nervous they are, the easier it is to make a mess.

You can't turn off the fire at this time anyway, otherwise God knows what will happen? If the car turns off at this juncture, it is difficult to say whether he will be able to go back alive.

The funeral parlors in this city are similar to other cities, they are all on the outskirts of the city, and the surrounding area is empty, and no one wants to live near the funeral parlor.

Lu Ma Lianhai remembers very well, as a senior taxi driver, he is known as a living map of the city, in this city, there is no place he can't find any corner, even those very remote alleys are stored in his mind.

Soon, the car turned onto the road to the funeral monster, this road was pitch black, there was not even a street lamp, but the street lamp was installed at the beginning, I don't know which bear child used a slingshot as a target to shatter.

The road administration has not been reinstalled, many cities have such bear children, every day there is nothing to do with a slingshot to fight, there are very few birds in the city, in the absence of a goal, in order to practice their own accuracy, street lamps have almost become the best choice, so, in the city, especially in the suburbs of the street lamps, basically there are few can be preserved.

"I'm sorry to scare you, didn't you?"

The woman seemed to feel that her nose was bleeding, took out a tissue and wiped it, and showed a smile to Ma Lianhai, but in Ma Lianhai's eyes, this smile felt a little weird no matter how she looked at it.

"No, nothing, it's almost there."

Ma Lianhai didn't know what he was talking about at all, he felt that his tongue was knotted and his throat was dry, if it wasn't for this woman to speak, he wouldn't have spoken first, and even if he did, he wouldn't have asked for money first.

"Well, master, you are a good person, don't pull people anymore when you go back, hurry home."

After the woman said such a sentence, she was silent again, and Ma Lianhai didn't dare to say anything, just nodded and agreed.

The car stopped smoothly at the door of the funeral home, and the woman paid the fare, then got out of the car and walked towards the funeral home.

Ma Lianhai was like being amnestied, turned the head of the car, kicked the accelerator and drove to the city, even if there was really a job, he would not pull it, this trip had been broken, but at least he would have to rest for a week in the future and not go out, he was even wondering if he should find a knowledgeable person to help him see if it was because of his bad luck recently to encounter these things.

After driving for less than five minutes, I spotted an old woman standing on the side of the road waving to me, dressed in a black placket and wearing a pair of small embroidered shoes.

This kind of dress is very rare now, only those poor and remote places still have such people, all of them are dressed up in the past, there is a kind of old woman in the Qing Dynasty.

Where does Ma Lianhai dare to pick it up? No matter how you look at it, a rural woman shouldn't be here at this point, and more importantly, it's too close to the funeral home.

There is only this funeral parlor in the city, and the dead in the nearby suburbs and rural areas have to come here to put on makeup before they are cremated, and God knows if this old woman is dirty.

He wasn't sure if this old woman was alive, so he naturally didn't want to pull anymore, and the woman also told herself, don't pull people when she goes back, she shouldn't hurt herself, if she wants to hurt herself, she can do it in the car, don't have to wait until now.

Along the way, Ma Lianhai met a lot of beckoning people, all kinds of people, including students, white-collar workers, migrant workers in the city, young women holding children, and strong men with big shoulders and round waists.

In the past, he also used to run night trains, basically there was no one at night, in the middle of the night, there was no emergency, and no one would go out at this time, because everyone fell asleep at this time.

Soon, the car drove to the city, and when he arrived in the city, he gradually felt at ease, at least the city is not like in the suburbs, many night owls have not slept at this point, especially those KTVs and nightclubs and other places, it is an all-night carnival.

The car drove to a tavern that was open day and night, Ma Lianhai decided to have a drink to suppress the shock, it was not far from home, and it was really impossible to walk home directly.

Half a catty of liquor in his stomach, Ma Lianhai finally felt that he was still alive, moved his body, and was ready to check out and leave, the car was placed at the door of this tavern, and it was not too late to open it again tomorrow.

Because he was a frequent visitor to this hotel and knew the boss well, he called the boss over, saying that he had drunk alcohol and was not suitable for driving anymore, so he left the car here and came back tomorrow to pick it up.

Later, Ma Lianhai also looked at the money that the woman gave him, because he was afraid that it would be a dark coin, so he did not put the money together with his original money, but put it in another pocket.

When he took it out, Ma Lianhai was puzzled, these money are all real money, not some dark coins, if the woman is a dirty thing, why would she give herself real money instead of dark coins?

Ma Lianhai was also confused, and later went to the funeral home to inquire, and learned that there was really a girl working in the funeral home, who had just come for a few days, and was dedicated to beautifying corpses, and she looked exactly like what he described, but they were not as scary as he said.

Knowing now, Ma Lianhai is wondering, where to play whether it is a dirty thing he encountered, if so, why is the money he received not a dark coin, if not, then how to explain the nose bleeding, so many beckons in one night?

Listening to his words, I seem to have a sense of déjà vu, isn't this the most common story of taxi driver ghosts? Eighty percent of them were made up by him, some of them were hearsay, and some of them could be their own personal experience.

Li Yuncong pondered for a moment and glanced at Su Honghui, who was looking at him with a smile, as if he had guessed what he wanted to say. I was confused, and I didn't know what kind of wit the two were fighting.

"Old Su, let's talk about it, I'm afraid I'm not thoughtful enough, maybe it's not as I imagined."

Li Yuncong looked at Ma Lianhai and then at Su Honghui, and made a gesture of please.

I suddenly came to my senses, I also want to know if this Ma Lianhai's experience is hell, judging from all indications, I tend to believe that this story is made up by Ma Lianhai for everyone to laugh at, but there may also be his own experience.

Su Honghui coughed, put on a very authoritative appearance and said: "Xiaoma, what you met is not a dirty thing at all, but a real person, maybe that person ate a lot of hawthorn or something, and he didn't know that his nose was bleeding, and then people didn't want you to apologize?" ”

"But then the ones you met beckoned were probably dirty things, but you didn't stop, this is where you are smart, and that woman is not simple, she can actually know in advance that you will encounter dirty things, and she seems to know a little trick."

With Su Honghui's explanation, an ancient profession gradually emerged, which made us stunned, I didn't expect that there was such a profession in ancient times, and I thought it was only in modern times.

In ancient times, during the Shang and Zhou dynasties, after the death of a big man, there would be a special person to make up the corpse and do beauty, so that the deceased would not be embarrassed after death, at least it would look beautiful.

This profession was called corpse painter in ancient times, and it was inherited from the painter, and it soon spread from the upper class to the common people.

Corpse painters are generally bold people, and there were no car accidents that could tear people apart in the past, but in ancient times, there was a punishment for car splitting, that is, the division of the corpse of five horses, which is not much better than the current car accident scene.

After the death of these people, the family also has to collect the corpses, but the corpses have become like this, how to bury the corpses is a matter, and the corpse painter will show its role at this time.

The average corpse painter not only has good skills, but also has some skills as a tailor to stitch together the corpses that are divided into several pieces to make them look normal at the very least.

After doing this, it is time to paint the corpse, to give the corpse the final beauty, and some people die a particularly horrific death, especially those who hang themselves, and their tongues stick out of their elders. Drowned, and his body was soaked and swollen. The timid really can't do this kind of work.

Later, this kind of livelihood is combined with painting coffins, often know how to draw corpses also know how to paint coffins, thousands of years of hand-down, after countless generations of masters and geniuses to perfect, corpse painters and coffins have their own unique set of techniques, specifically dealing with the dead.

In modern times, this kind of specialized craftsman has gradually disappeared, and it is not that the poor really can't live, who will do this taboo business?

Besides, corpse painters and coffin painters also belong to people who know how to do magic, and this kind of magic is the closest to the deceased, which is a great harm to the people who use this kind of magic, and ordinary corpse painters do not want their descendants to engage in this kind of industry again.

Now that people are getting richer, and beautifying corpses is also covered by funeral homes, the ancient corpse painters are gradually extinct.

And the woman Ma Lianhai saw was probably the descendant of the corpse painter, a knowledgeable person, who knew that Ma Lianhai would encounter dirty things, so he scared him in advance and made him vigilant, so that he would no longer pick up those real dirty things.

If you say so, this woman actually saved Ma Lianhai's life, if she hadn't scared Ma Lianhai before, with his character of earning money and not wanting to die, she would really dare to pull these dirty things.

Of course, the premise is that he doesn't know that these people in his car are dirty, otherwise he won't pick up such guests if he is killed.