The bus unknowingly arrived at the compound, and I made an exception and did not go to the battlefield with the children in the compound, but plunged into the funeral home.

Maybe it's because of the afternoon, except for the staff, there is basically no one in the funeral home, because our funeral home here is in a hurry to bury early, and it is unlucky to bury after 12 o'clock at noon, and all our funeral parlors here are unusually deserted in the afternoon.

Opposite the funeral home is a five-storey small western-style building family courtyard, the big bone pile is a round sand and gravel land, the area is about 2 square kilometers, 105 National Highway divides the big bone pile into two, the east of the road is the funeral home, and the west of the road is the family compound of the funeral home.

As soon as the funeral parlor enters the door, it is a large square, next to it is the registration hall, which sells urns, wrapped ashes or something, and is similar to the condolence hall of the theater when entering the door, and there is a 100-meter-long corridor extending inward, this corridor is three or four meters wide, and there are many stretcher carts.

Passing through the corridor is the mother's work position, "grooming room", people outside the grooming room are generally not allowed to enter, there are eight red characters written on the glass door, and the focus of the work is not allowed to enter. Because of my mother, I often play here.

After entering the grooming room, there is a rectangular mirror that is erected, which is called a face mirror to outsiders.

Our in-house staff call it the Soul Removal Mirror.

It is said that after death, the soul will follow the body, always thinking that he is not dead, and the meaning of setting up the soul mirror is to tell the soul that it has died.

The grooming room is divided into two rooms. An inner room, an outer room, the so-called outer room is the place where I said to put the soul mirror, a washstand, a desk, a chair, and on the desk is the daily funeral grooming register.

I opened my mother's grooming register, but I couldn't find the name with the wind chimes on it. When I walked into the inner room, I saw my mother wearing a white mask, sitting in front of the head of a corpse, grooming the corpse, the corpse lying flat on a marble bed, wrapped in a green and black shroud, my mother was engrossed in her slender fingers, pinching the brush, gently sketching, and my mother treated her like a work of art, applying makeup to her with a greasy white paste.

I stood silently aside, my mother looked back at me, and said calmly: "Bingbing, you go out first" After I went out, I heard my mother continue: "I'm sorry" That's my son, he just got out of school. I suddenly felt a tingling in my scalp, and it was clear that there was only my mother in the inner room, so could she be talking to the corpse.

I opened it casually, the grooming register, and on the last name registration it was written, name: Wang Fangchun, gender, female, age 33, cause of death, car accident number 475871.

After about 20 minutes, my mother came out of the inner room, took off her mask, and said while washing her hands: "Why don't you come home after school, you will not come to this kind of place in the future."

I asked my mother, "How did you talk to a dead man just now?" My mother glared at me and said sternly, "What I usually say to you, you should be in your ears, and you should use honorifics in the funeral home."

Looking at my mother's stern expression, I stuck out my tongue mischievously, but I didn't dare to refute it, in fact, I always felt that my mother was a little old-fashioned, wasn't it just a corpse, and was it so respectful. But I'm still pretending to be obedient on the surface.

When my mother took off her overalls and took me home, I asked, "Mom, have you ever seen a girl in red dancing shoes in the grooming room?"

The mother pondered for a while, "Which day was buried?" ”

"I don't know" I only know that she was wearing a pair of red dancing shoes, and my mother looked at me vigilantly: "What are you asking for?" I felt that without my mother's help, I would not be able to solve this mystery, so I told all about what happened in school.

My mother was surprised at first, then became unusually angry, and before I could finish speaking, she raised her hand and slapped me.

I felt hot in my face, I was beaten a little inexplicably, I thought my mother would praise me for being smart, it was the future Conan, or Sherlock Holmes.

I never imagined that I would be beaten all the way home by my mother from the funeral home, and when I got home, I knelt on the washboard to reflect on what was wrong.

When my father came back, I was still kneeling on the washboard.

My father looked at me, then at my mother, and asked me, "Han Bing, who did you beat up today?" I stubbornly said, "I didn't beat anyone, my mom was nervous today."

The father looked at the mother who knitted the sweater and said:

"Bingbing is growing her body, kneeling for a long time hurts her knees, get up!

I squinted at my mother and saw that she didn't speak, but I still didn't dare to get up.

When my mother saw my father speaking for me, she put down the sweater thread in her hand and began to count me:

"A boy actually used the funeral home to scare a female classmate, and he actually learned to lie and fool the teacher, you see what he has become now.

The father, still keeping his unfazed expression, said:

"Just educate the boys naughty, you know the whole compound, just now at the gate, Uncle Cao also interceded for Bingbing, let me go home and have a look, forget it on the way, you won't stop when you get home."

When my father saw that my mother still didn't let me get up, he lost his temper and said, "Han Bing, then you will continue to reflect, when to break the cartilage in your knees, when to get up, and your mother will support you for the rest of your life when you are disabled."

I stared at my mother again, because I knew that it was a game between father and mother, and apparently my mother relented and waited for me to get up.

My mother told me what I said to her and described it to my father, who looked at me with a blank face, fell into deep thought, and then lit a cigarette and said slowly,

"The girl you said is called Xiang Fengchi, she seems to be, a student of our Yangbei City Normal College, should be lying in the back area of the funeral home now, in the Yangbei City Criminal Investigation Technical Investigation and Dissection Room.

At that time, the body was Wang Feixiang's car, and it was he and Lao Cai, a boiler worker, who carried the body into the criminal investigation and dissection room together.

Hearing Feixiang say that the girl died a miserable death, and there were many knives stabbed in her body, as if she had been raped and killed, her mother gave her father a look, and the father obviously realized something and didn't speak.

The more my parents deliberately avoided it, the more it ignited a strong curiosity in me, and I suddenly made a bold decision that I must meet the girl in the red dancing shoes.

Yangbei County in late autumn is a little cold, the sky is covered with white fog, and the whole city seems to be dressed in a snow-white coat.

However, I felt that the whole pile of bones, as if being entangled in white silk, November 24 was destined to be an extraordinary day, at 5 o'clock in the morning, a rapid telephone ringing woke me up, I heard in a daze, my father held the microphone in the living room and asked continuously: "Will you be cremated now!" Is this compliant?

This is the first time I've heard that my father, who has always been calm, is unusually nervous.

Then my father got dressed and went out. I was completely sleepy at this time, and secretly followed my father out.

The dark night sky, only the street lamp at the gate of the funeral home, emitting a faint light, I watched my father's figure, gradually disappearing into the funeral home, I began to be a little afraid, maybe the night gave me inexplicable fear, I stood in the corridor of the silent hall wandering.

The dim light seemed so small in the foggy environment of the night.

The yellowing beam was a little dim, but the corridor was eerily quiet, and I was wandering in the hallway, in a dilemma.

In the end, I still stiffened my head and walked deeper into the corridor, walking and walking, I always felt that someone was following me behind me, the suffocating feeling of oppression, I was nervous and breathless, the hairs all over my body stood up at that moment, I could accurately feel that something was getting closer and closer to me, I suddenly felt a chill in my back, it felt like the cold air in the freezer pierced into the skin, from the scalp to the soles of the feet.

I suddenly remembered that my grandmother had said that there are three lights on your head, one on your head and one on your shoulders, and if you turn back, these three lights will go out, and they will not be able to protect you, so I used all my strength to speed forward, and the corridor of 100 meters seemed unusually long and narrow at this time, as if centuries had passed, and at this time I only had fear in my mind, and the sound of hurried footsteps.