I looked at Wang Feixiang with a cold face and said:

"Do you hear me? There was a sound in the notch of the carriage.

Wang Feixiang smiled and said, "I heard it!"

I opened my eyes wide and asked, "Then why don't we stop and have a look."

Wang Feixiang said calmly: "Bingbing, don't be so sensitive, it's okay!"

The more Wang Feixiang said it so easily, the more furious my heart became.

Tian Feng couldn't look at it anymore and said, "Uncle Wang, don't scare him!"

Wang Feixiang lit a puff of cigarette, took a puff and said:

"Aren't you too sensitive! Don't be so nervous, what you just heard was a corpse dented

The sound of the impact in the mouth, as soon as I step on the brake, the corpse will hit the inner wall of the notch, you think!

The stainless steel notch is so smooth, the corpse is not fixed in the notch, and as the car moves, of course it will come

I swung back and hit the notch!

I said Bingbing, are you too sensitive, remember to do our business in the future, you must be as good as your heart

Stop the water. I know you can see souls, but spirits in general are afraid of us.

To put it mildly, do you know why even the fiercest dog is afraid of the butcher? Because butchers often kill livestock

mouth, he has a strong smell of blood, the dog belongs to the spirit, and the sense of smell is sensitive to smell the strong smell of blood,

I know that the butcher is a murderer of livestock, so he is afraid.

This soul is also a truth, needless to say, the people in our funeral home have that kind of corpse ash smell on their bodies, and their souls are also afraid.

People outside say that the funeral home is the place where the yang and the underworld are connected, and it is also the closest place to the underworld. as

If it's okay, who wants to go to the funeral home.

In fact, to put it bluntly, the living are afraid of the dead, because normal people always hold a kind of corpse, and the soul does not transform into the world. The corpse turned into a soul and scattered thoughts.

Actually, the soul is afraid of us, you think! That's what our funeral parlor workers eat.

When we stuff the corpse into a boiler with thousands of degrees Celsius and burn it! Can the souls of corpses not be afraid of us!

You! Don't be nervous about anything in the future, as long as we don't do anything that hurts our conscience, they won't come to us.

I know that there is a transition period in everything, although you are a child who grew up in a funeral home, you have seen a lot since childhood.

But when you are really asked to touch the corpse and carry the corpse, are you panicked? Seeing more doesn't mean that

Unafraid. Seeing and touching are two different things!

Do you know why your dad and I are so afraid of you? You're much luckier than we are now.

At that time, there were not many people in the funeral home, and your father and I reported on the same day.

I distinctly remember that the six of us reported together and waited for assignment in the office of your grandfather, Curator Qin.

At that time, Lao Ding was wearing an old-fashioned military coat with his face on his face. Walked into the room and glanced at a few of us. There was something wrong with that expression.

At that time, it was full of people, but at that time, it was not like now, and the entire funeral home was only a few houses.

A boiler room, a sterilization room, a freezer room, a reception room, the curator's office and the finance room share a room.

At that time, corpses were piled up next to the boiler room, which was as regular as it is now. It's a stretcher and a white cloth cover, so authentic.

Six people, four of them were taken away by your grandfather. Your dad and I stood there like sugar cane that couldn't be sold,

Your grandfather discussed with Lao Ding for a long time, and Lao Ding reluctantly agreed.

At that time, Lao Ding's group was just him and Lao Cai.

At that time, your father and I had done the work of a dead man, and I was terrified.

On the first day of work, Lao Ding sent the two of us to put the large pile of corpses in place one by one.

You don't even know what I was feeling at the time.

The corpses at the door of the boiler room were stacked on top of each other, at least one meter high, and there were more than thirty corpses.

Your dad and I stood stupidly all morning, and we didn't dare to touch a single body.

Lao Ding slept in the boiler room all morning, and saw that we didn't even tidy up a single corpse.

Rushed over and kicked one of us and yelled, "You two are taking my words like farts, aren't you?" Just your grandfather's old face, it's really scary.

Your dad and I explained that we were scared and hoped that he would give us some time to get used to it.

Lao Ding didn't say a word, and personally moved seven or eight corpses into the boiler room.

Your dad and I were still a little proud at the time, thinking that if we don't do it, don't you have to do it yourself!

But in the evening, your dad and I found out that we were about to have a night we would never forget!

That night, Lao Ding, me, and your dad were in the boiler room.

Lao Ding first pushed a corpse into the boiler for us to demonstrate, and he was holding a corpse more than two meters in his hand at that time

A long iron rod, one with a pointed hook at one end, somewhat like a scythe in the countryside

type of hook, crotch legs to start the boiler.

At that time, the old-fashioned boiler was not as automatic as the current boiler, and at that time, the boiler burned the corpse, and had to use a crowbar to turn the corpse over by himself, for fear that it would not burn through.

You saw the burning of that woman's corpse the other day! I guess I'm just like you in my heart, and I'm not afraid of you laughing at me.

After I saw it at the time, the smell cāotmd I cāotmd, and Lao Tzu vomited at that time.

Your dad is better than me, he has something on his mind and doesn't eat at night.

I vomited all the food I ate at that time, and Lao Ding glared at me and scolded:

"Your mother, just this little ability, you are still going to dry the fire chemical industry, go home and sell sweet potatoes!

Then he took the iron rod and put the pointed end on the corpse's stomach and did that, my good boy! The internal organs and intestines in the stomach of the corpse made a bang, and all the internal organs were exposed, and a large pool of blood and blood was red!

Lao Ding held the stick as if he were plowing the ground, picking and digging on the corpse! I looked at the corpse's head, which shattered with a ,,,thud like a popping egg, and the two hollow eye sockets stared straight at me.

I looked at the burned corpses as if I were burning myself, and ten thousand grass and mud horses were tumbling in my heart.

I put my hands together on my chest and meditated on Nam Mu Amitabha.

The fire crackled. Your dad couldn't help but throw up at the time.

After the corpse was burned to ashes, Lao Ding swept out the cooled bones and put them into a numbered box.

Then he came out of the boiler room, and as soon as he got out of the room, he locked us inside.

What to say, we burned all the seven or eight corpses he moved in at noon, and then let us out after they were burned!

You don't even know what happened to me and your dad that night.

Since then, I haven't eaten much for almost half a month, and I vomit whatever I eat! I was also seriously ill. When I get better, I slowly get used to it!

Looking at Wang Feixiang's painful expression, I couldn't understand why Uncle Ding would treat them like that at that time.

At that moment, I fell into endless contemplation, and I thought that Wang Feixiang and my father must have hated Uncle Ding to death at that time.

If Uncle Ding reverses time and corrects me like that, I dare to say that I will not hesitate to fight back, even if I don't work in the funeral home, I won't be guilty of that living crime.

Maybe that's the difference between someone born in the eighties and someone born in the sixties.

As soon as the trailer arrived at the door of the funeral home, Uncle Cai's phone called.

Wang Feixiang shouted: "Hehe! You haven't slept yet! You old boy haha! I know! Hey,,, the car broke down on the road just now, and this old Qin dragged us back! The road is also smooth! You first take the key and open the iron door in the courtyard of the autopsy room.

Then the police car stopped in the back area of the funeral home, surrounded by fog in the funeral home late at night, and the cold wind hit a little cold.

The entire back area of the funeral home was pitch black, and the cool wind slid over the head with an indescribable gloom.

The driver of the police car got out of the car, walked over and handed each of us a cigarette, and Wang Feixiang lit the cigarette for him.

The policeman was about thirty years old, tall and thin, with a long face and a somewhat narrow forehead, and his eyes were folded and his whole face looked a little delicate, and he held a cigarette with his slender fingers, and took a puff of a sleeve and said:

"Big brother, do you know Han Jianguo in this funeral home?

Wang Feixiang glanced at me and stared at the policeman and said, "Of course I know, you are a relative of the founding of the country?"

The policeman hurriedly changed his tune and said, "No! His sister Han Juan and I are classmates!

At that moment, I suddenly remembered who this policeman was in front of me. (To be continued......)